Part 2 of Valentine's Day goodness! I had fun writing this and I hope you like it. For those who haven't seen the lastest episode, skip this sentence...I'm totally bummed that the only Bamon interaction we got was a phone call! Which doesn't really even count! Ugh! Anyways...

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Bonnie removed the top from the Brownie Batter ice cream and flipped through the channels on TV. Nothing but love stories. Great. She settled on 10 Things I Hate About You.

Heath Ledger was driving a drunk Julia Stiles home when the doorbell rang. She tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole. Ugh. Damon. She turned to leave.

"Oh come on Judgey. Open the door; you're right behind it."

"Damn it!" Bonnie whispered.

"Heard that too." Damon paused. "I'll keep ringing the doorbell until you open up." He poised his finger towards the bell.

Bonnie swung open the door, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up for our date."

Bonnie placed her hands on her hips. "I told you. I'm not going. Anyways, Brian stopped talking to me. The little act at the Grill worked. And, ice cream is calling my name. So bye."

As she shut the door, Damon spoke. "Wouldn't it just be terrible if Brian saw me with another woman? I'm sure he'd be back at your side tomorrow."

Bonnie re-opened the door to see Damon smirking. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I think I would. Enjoy your alone time, it won't last for long."

Damon walked away.

Why does he do this to me? He always ends up getting what he wants!

Damon had reached the sidewalk.

"Wait!"

Damon appeared within a foot of her. "Yes?"

"Fine. I'll go."

"Not dressed like that you aren't."

"Do you want to be set on fire?"

"Just change. Alright? I have a reputation; I can't be seen with a mediocre high school student."

"You're such a jerk!" She hit him in the shoulder. "But I'll be ready in twenty. " She slammed the door in his face.

Bonnie ran up the stairs to her bedroom. "Mediocre!" she muttered to herself. "I'll show him mediocre!"

Bonnie stood before the mirror in the entryway of her home. Loose curls surrounded her face and neck, reaching past her shoulders. Her sleeveless dress clung to her body; the low red v-neck of the bodice met the black skirt high on her waist. She paired it with two-inch (easier to storm away from Damon in) peep-toe black heels.

"Huh," she scoffed. "Mediocre."

Bonnie opened the door.

"It's about time. Five minutes—" Damon turned to face her, eyes widening in surprise. "Late."

"Am I presentable enough for you, old man?"

"Eh, you'll do, Hermione Granger."

He walked ahead of her and with a flick of her wrist she lifted the gardening hose up an inch.

Damon hopped over it. "Nice try little witch."

Bonnie glared at his back.

"I can't believe you brought me to the Grill," Bonnie said.

"That guy is most likely to be here."

Damon's arm slipped around her shoulders as they walked inside the building. Bonnie shifted about, trying to figure out what to do with her arm nearest Damon. She began rubbing her nails along his back. She tried to project the smile of a giddy girl excited to be with her new boyfriend.

When they neared the tables, Matt's head rose from the plates he was clearing and his jaw widened. Bonnie looked away. Why did I agree to this?

Once reaching a table, Damon pulled out Bonnie's chair. Walking to his seat, he trailed a finger along her arm.

"Would you stop that?" Bonnie said.

"Stop what?"'

"Touching me!" Her eyes darted about the restaurant, taking in the shocked stares of fellow students and judging adults.

"I'm not making you uncomfortable now, am I?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows.

"Just stop being such a creep! Pretend to be sweet, not some yucky old dude."

"Soooo dramatic, Judgey."

Bonnie pulled the menu to cover her face and rolled her eyes.

"Well that was a gigantic waste of time," Bonnie muttered as she and Damon emerged from the Grill. "No Brian!"

"Hey. At least I paid."

Bonnie shivered and rubbed her hands over her arms.

"Cold?"

She nodded.

"What is it with you women and never bringing a coat?" Damon asked as he took off his leather jacket.

Just as he placed it on Bonnie's shoulders, she latched onto the neck of his shirt and brought his lips to hers. After a quick kiss, she whispered "Brian" against his lips. Damon's face brightened with a smirk. Oh no!

Suddenly she was against the wall of the restaurant, Damon's lips once again on hers. He gently pulled on her bottom lip, encouraging a response. Oh, what the heck? And Bonnie kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. What followed was a mix of nibbling, sucking, and tongue meeting tongue. Unexpected heat began in her belly and traveled through her body.

He began to pull away, but Bonnie brought him closer. His mouth lightly traveled across her cheek, jaw, and down to her neck; one hand in her hair and the other resting on her hip.

"Is he watching?" Damon asked against her skin.

"Uh-huh." Bonnie's hands roamed his strong back.

Her eyes fluttered open when Damon's head rose. He placed both palms on the sides of her face and gave her a single kiss.

"Liar," he said. "No one else is out here."

Bonnie's eyes widened as she looked around her.

"Well I was a little distracted, but he was there before." She crossed her arms and she felt a blush begin on her cheeks. "Let's just go."

"Your place or mine?"

"Shut up!"

Damon's laughter boomed in her ears as she hurried to the car.

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