Okay so I've been rereading this story and as much as I love Damon being sweet to Bonnie, I have to be realistic and acknowledge that he's over 100 years old and people don't change completely EVER. Sooo, for this chapter I decided to write him as kind of a jerk, because let's face it, Damon's number one most interesting quality is his ability to be a wonderful asshole haha. I don't know how the writers of TVD do it, but trying to fit Damon in an everyday, teenage situation is so incredibly difficult! I mean, it's not at all believable that a 165 year old vampire who has been around would ever want to hang out with a bunch of 17 year olds…just saying lol. Anyway, I hope I did an okay job on this one. Once again thanks for all your lovely reviews! Love, BamonTivaLove (yes I altered my name a little haha).

Well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile.
And I'll gamble away my fright.
And I'll gamble away my time.
And in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
Well, it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile

-Nantes by Beirut

Maybe inviting Damon on a double date with Caroline and Matt wasn't the best idea. First of all, Damon and I haven't come out as an official couple yet and I don't think we ever will. Second, Caroline can't stand Damon and vice versa. Third and most important, Damon is over a century old and for me to think for even a second that he'd find hanging out with a bunch of teenagers amusing is, I know, incredibly stupid.

"Bonnie," says Caroline, as she drags me to the restroom. "When I told you to bring a date, I didn't think you'd bring Damon Salvatore. I mean, I thought you guys hated each other."

"I'm sorry Caroline," I say, glancing over at Damon like a nervous mother who had just left her precocious child with a babysitter. "I didn't think he'd act so…"

"Like a douche?" she finishes for me, crossing her arms as we stand outside the bathroom door.

"Yes," I sigh, getting ready to listen to one of Caroline's rants.

It's true that Damon has been pretty rude the whole night. He barely acknowledged Caroline and Matt when we came in and it seemed that to everything Matt said, Damon replied with an eyeroll or sarcastic comment. Caroline of course, stared daggers at him the whole time and it was obvious that Damon could not care less. She was after all, just a human, teenage girl. A human teenage girl just like me.

"Look just get him under control okay?" she pleads, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Caroline," I say, rolling my eyes. "You of all people should know that I can't control him or what he does. If you want we can just leave now and you and Matt can have your date in peace."

"No way," she says, shaking her head. "This is a double date Bonnie. You're staying."

"It's just that Damon isn't really a double date kind of guy," I say, shrugging.

"Who cares?" she says. "You think Matt likes hanging out with Damon? No, but he does it because he's my boyfriend."

"Damon's not my boyfriend," I say, not wanting to start placing labels.

"Well whatever he is," she replies, "it won't kill him to make this one sacrifice for you."

No but he might kill you, I think.

"Okay," I agree, wishing she could've seen how much effort it had taken me to convince Damon to come in the first place.

"Good," she says, smiling and taking my arm in hers.

When we return to the table, Matt looks utterly relieved and Damon's expression doesn't change a bit. I slide into the booth to sit next to him. I can see the tension in his face, as if at any moment he is going to reach over and hit Caroline or Matt, or both. It doesn't help things that Caroline follows this with talking about her plans for her cousin's wedding and the kind of dress she'll be wearing and blah blah blah. I almost laugh at how horribly this night is going and I feel Damon glance at me as I try to hold in a laugh. I reach my hand under the table where his is and I take it and lace my fingers around his.

You don't find this a little amusing? I ask.

Which part? The part where Caroline talks about idiotic nonsense or the part where Matt tells me about his oh so fascinating football career? Or maybe the part where I'm spending the night with people who make me want to poke my eyes out.

All of it, I say, noticing there is no humor in his eyes or face.

Not even a little actually, he replies, looking straight at me for a few seconds before turning his attention to the TV behind Caroline's head.

I sigh and roll my eyes. Here, I was the teenager and he was acting like one.

…"And so I told her, look is it my fault that strapless doesn't look good on someone with an overwhelming amount of arm fat? She acts like she just has the best body…"

Damon has had too much at this point and he suddenly focuses his eyes on Caroline.

"That is absolutely fascinating Caroline," he interrupts, standing up. "Truly it is one of the most compelling and incredible stories I've ever heard. You should really consider a career as a hard hitting journalist for Useless Crap No One Gives a Shit About Weekly."

I feel my mouth drop as Damon begins to walk toward the exit.

"You're an asshole Damon!" Caroline shouts, attempting to throw a salt shaker at him but misses.

Matt gets up to follow him but I know that the result of that fight would not be a good one.

"Matt please," I say, standing up and putting my hand on his arm to stop him. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to him."

Matt looks down at me and I can tell he really doesn't want to get into any fights tonight. I hear him think about sitting back down and I'm suddenly grateful for his gentle spirit.

"Fine," he says, sighing. "I don't know what the hell you're doing with that guy Bonnie."

"Me neither," I mutter, grabbing my coat and heading outside.

I find myself outside the restaurant and in complete darkness. The street seems to be deserted with the exception of a couple here and there walking into or out of the building.

I know you're here, I say. Don't make this harder than it has to be.

I sense movement and snap my head to my left, where I see Damon leaning against the wall, his hands in his jacket pocket, his blue eyes watching me from where he was. I walk over to him slowly.

"You want to tell me why you felt the need to be an incredible jerk tonight?" I ask, tilting my head to get a better look at his face.

"C'mon Bonnie," he says, half his face covered by the darkness. "You honestly didn't expect me to sit through that nightmare."

"I did actually," I say, feeling myself grow angry at his indifference. "Caroline and Matt are my friends. If you had any I would put up with them if you asked me to."

"Oh low blow," he says, clutching at his heart as if I'd actually offended him. "And no you wouldn't. "

"Yes I would," I say, standing up straight.

Suddenly, at the speed of light, Damon grabs my shoulders and has me up against the wall, his hands staying on my shoulders.

"If I had any friends," he says, his face only inches from mine. "They would be vampires like me. They would be blood sucking, conscious free vampires with no moral compass. You'd put up with that?"

I know he has me there but I can't let him win this.

"Yes," I lie, making sure to look him in the eyes.

"Bullshit," he says. "You're a terrible liar."

I attempt to push him off me but his grip is iron clad. Finally, I sigh and give up on trying to beat him in a strength contest.

"That's an inaccurate comparison and you know it Damon," I say, crossing my arms. "Caroline and Matt aren't vampire hunters or anyone else that causes harm. They're just…"

"Irritating," he says bluntly.

"To you," I reply. "But everyone irritates you."

"First of all, you can't honestly tell me that Caroline doesn't ever annoy you," he says, and then begins running his finger down my face and neck. "Second, not everyone irritates me."

I slap his hand away, not allowing myself to be distracted from the issue at hand.

"I have had to put up with more than my fair share of trouble for you," I say, poking his chest with my finger. "And you can't even bring yourself to spend one night with my friends because they annoy you?"

I push him off me which I know he allows me to do and push him again, wanting to get my anger out.

"You," I say, all the while pushing him harder and harder, "Are. The. Most. Selfish. Person. I have. Ever. Met."

He suddenly grabs my wrist in his hands and a spark of playfulness flashes in his eyes. He's enjoying my anger.

"I never said I wasn't," he says, his grip on me firm but still gentle. "If you wanted boyfriend of the year then maybe you should consider Stefan."

"I'm sure you'd like that," I respond, smiling bitterly. "Then you could have Elena all to yourself."

The playfulness in his eyes is now gone and replaced with legitimate anger and annoyance. He lets go of my wrists so abruptly that I have to back up a few steps to keep from falling.

"You just love throwing that in my face don't you," he says, his eyes not straying from mine.

"Yes Damon," I say, sarcastically. "I just love knowing that the man who claims to love me, was in love with my best friend at one point. That is just the highlight of my life."

"First of all," he says, "I don't ever claim anything. If I say something it's because it's the truth. Second, since when is this such a huge problem for you?"

"Always Damon," I say. "There is a lot of crap that I'm not okay with that I put up with for you. I thought, that maybe, just maybe you'd be able to do the same for me."

He pauses and takes this all in and I can see he's thinking about this. I realize that this is the one thing I truly love about him; the fact that he actually takes my words into consideration.

"Fine," he says, sighing. "You've got a point."

"Thank you," I say, pleased with myself.

"But I mean, c'mon," he says, rolling his eyes. "Double dating with Matt and Caroline? I felt like I was in an episode of Beverly Hills 90210."

I laugh at this allusion. "You like that show Damon?"

"No," he says, defensively. "If I had I wouldn't have compared it to one of the most awful nights I've had in a while."

"Wow," I say, smiling. "Being a vampire really ups the dramatic factor in people doesn't it."

"The point is," he interrupts, raising his voice. "I get it. And, I'm sorry."

"Me too," I say, reaching out to squeeze his arm.

I push him roughly against the wall the way he had done to me and kiss him lightly on the lips.

"You know what would make this night better?" I say against his lips.

"I can only think of one thing right now," he says, his hands sliding down my back.

"You were thinking a movie too?" I ask, pulling away and smiling at him mockingly.

He shakes his head and laughs and pushes me away gently.

"You're a tease," he states, playfully.

"And you're a vampire," I reply, taking his hand and he drapes his arm around my shoulder.