Okay I kind of don't like this chapter but I'm putting it up anyway. I've always wondered what Bonnie's dad is like so I thought I'd give it a shot and come up w/ my own version. Also, I'd like to think that if Damon and Bonnie were ever together, he'd be quick to want to protect and defend her (not that she needs it lol). Anyway, I hope you guys like it! Love, BamonTivaLove
I find myself pacing back and forth in my bedroom, biting my nails and praying that something will derail tonight's plans. Every time I hear a car pull up my heart sinks and then rises again when I realize it's not who I think it is. I look at my reflection in the mirror, panic stricken and ready to start dry heaving any time soon. I guess I always knew this day would come eventually, I just didn't think it would come so soon. My dad had found out about Damon from his optometrist who had apparently seen the two of us at the Mystic Grill a week ago. He had come home demanding to meet "this Damon", suddenly deciding to take an interest in my life. Of course I didn't want to have a secret relationship that caused trouble so I agreed to the meeting but was terrified of asking Damon to come over and meet my father. As much as he'd done for me, I just wasn't sure he was the meeting the parents type.
"I would love to meet the man who calls himself your father," he had said, putting a book he'd been flipping through back in his bookshelf.
I immediately recognized the tone as a mischievous, scheming one.
"Damon," I said, crossing my arms. "You need to behave if you're going to meet him. No sarcasm or compulsion or anything."
"Bonnie why do you even care what his opinion of me is?" he asked. "I mean, he's barely even around."
"Because he's my dad," I said, cursing myself for not coming up with a better excuse. "And we don't all have the luxury of having our own house and doing whatever we want."
"Well you know," he said, grabbing me by the waist. "There are plenty of extra rooms in this house."
"Yeah right," I said, laughing and rolling my eyes. "Not going to happen."
Now, dressed in black jeans and a silky, cream colored sweater, I could feel my pulse in my ears. I begin to go over all the possible things that could go wrong tonight; every rude comment Damon could make, every passive aggressive thing my father could say to bring out Damon's vampire side, every possible way I could prevent either of them from arguing because I just know they'll clash. Finally, I hear a car pull up and see that's it belongs to Damon. He gets out slowly and I have to remind myself to breathe as I walk to the front door to greet him. I have to catch another breath because of Damon's attire. Instead of his usual black, today he's wearing jeans and a long sleeved, collared, olive green shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. The green brings out his eyes and I can't help but stare and wonder how I'd managed to go so long without throwing myself at him.
"Hey," I manage to say, kissing him on the cheek.
"Hello," he says, looking past me into my house. He is clearly as eager to meet my dad as my dad is to meet him.
"Damon," I say, grabbing his arm. "Please…"
"I know," he interrupts, "behave."
We walk into the dining room where my father is reading his newspaper and surrounded by the dinner I'd prepared. He is overdressed as usual in a black Tom Ford suit and Armani shoes. He takes off his designer reading glasses and stands up to shake Damon's hand.
"You must be Damon," he says, not smiling or showing any signs of a welcoming host.
"It would be quite strange if I wasn't," replies Damon, looking my father straight in the eye as they shook hands.
My father looks at Damon disdainfully and I can already tell he doesn't like him. It's quite funny when I think about it. Damon is a vampire more than three times my father's age and yet, I can't help but feel that I'm throwing Damon into a lion's den.
"So tell me a little about yourself," says my father, sitting back down. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from here," says Damon, taking a seat across from my father. "I live with my Uncle Zach and my brother Stefan."
"How come I've never heard of you and Stefan?" asks my father, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Damon shrugs and smiles nonchalantly. "We spent some time on the west coast for a while so I guess you could say we're not really locals."
"So how did you and my daughter meet?" he asks. "School?"
"God no," snorts Damon, popping a dinner roll in his mouth. "No we met through Elena actually. She's dating my brother."
"Really," says my father and looks at me. "I didn't know Elena had a new boyfriend."
"Ah the things you miss out on when you're not around," mutters Damon.
I kick his leg from underneath the table and he simply smiles at me, as if we're having the best time.
"You know Damon I've always held the belief that one should not waste their time by doing nothing with their life," says my father, getting into his lecture mode. "So tell me, what is it you do? Are you in college or do you have a job?"
Damon smirked before answering.
"I figure I've got so much time to figure that stuff out," he says. "Right now I'm just enjoying the simple pleasures in life."
Then, as if he's intentionally trying to get my dad to hate him, Damon reaches over and touches my hand. I snatch it away and roll my eyes.
"Damon's actually very intelligent dad," I interrupt, smiling weakly. "He's quite the bookworm."
"Really," says my father, clearly not believing what I knew was the truth.
"Sure," says Damon, shrugging. "Hugo, Austin, Bronte, Voltaire, Kerouac. I'm quite the scholar."
"Damon," says my father, leaning forward slightly. "I know you think your smart ass attitude is charming and is probably disarming me but I can assure you that is not the case. You're a child Damon and you've still got so much to experience therefore I'm not taking anything you say too seriously right now. I suggest you learn to respect your elders if you want to continue seeing my daughter."
"Dad," I hiss, glaring at him.
Damon laughs at the irony of my father's words.
"I think Bonnie has been making decisions on her own long enough," he says, standing up. "Until she says she doesn't want to see me anymore Mr. Bennett, then I'll keep seeing her."
Damon bends down to kiss me on the cheek before heading out the front door, slamming the door behind him. I know I can't let him get away so I apologize to my dad and go out chasing after Damon, despite my father's protests.
"Damon!" I shout, as he's getting into his car.
He looks up at me as if it's such a surprise to see me chasing after him.
"What the hell was that?" I ask, standing on the other side of his car.
Damon shrugs and rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry Bonnie but I couldn't keep my mouth shut even for you.
"All you had to do was be polite," I say. "Now he hates you."
"Who cares?" he shouts, leaning his arms on the hood of the car. "Bonnie he's hardly ever around, why does it matter?"
I stay quiet because I honestly don't know why it matters so much to me. I know Damon is right but I can't bring myself to just disregard my father and his opinions. Suddenly, I feel Damon next to me, stroking my cheek with his hand.
"I know you want a father who will look after you and appreciate you," he murmurs, as if trying to keep the whole world from hearing him. "But that's not who he is. I don't care what he thinks of me Bonnie. If you're okay with who I am then that's enough for me."
I nod and attempt to keep the tears I feel burning my eyes from rolling down. He sees me trying to hold it in and hugs me so that my face is against his chest.
I'm sorry, he says.