Best Friend
Pt-4 Inadmissible Angst
R-T
*So this story was started because of all the platonic talk over the summer about BAMON, and how JP wants to continuously throw that in our faces. It was inspired by a song called (I hate u, I love u by gnash ft Olivia O'brien) The concept of the song is a general idea of them in this story for the most part. It'll probably only be about 10-12 chapters. It's pretty much mapped out already. I'm just inspired by this amazing ship that doesn't get even half of what it deserves.
I know I say it sometimes, but not nearly enough so… THANK YOU to you all who read, follow, favorite, and review anything of mine. My writing style isn't for everyone. Your support means a lot to me. As long as you like it, I'll try to keep producing stories. THANKS again. :) BAMON LOVE
Bonnie and Ginny were getting ready to head out. It was Thursday night, and that was the night ladies got in free to the Brandin' Iron. After not speaking to her mother for half a day, Abby suggested she take Ginny out so they could break the monotony of the tension. "Well, listen, Dylan and I will be up watching movies, and eatin' popcorn. Don't worry about him. He's in good hands."
"Thank you momma. I appreciate this." Bonnie said tying her button up and adjusting her jean shorts.
"Of course baby. I didn't really get to do things like this when I was younger. I had you, and daddy was always gone, and my momma didn't believe in letting me go out Ya don't know what it's like being the pastor's daughter."
"So, can I expect to see some gorgeous, country boys at this place?" Ginny asked.
"Honestly, I've only heard about the Brandin' Iron. When I lived here I wasn't old enough to get in."
"Don't act like Damon and Stefan ain't never snuck you in there. Damon fighting over you. Having to call G to pick him up from jail, because he got arrested."
"Ya know, I'm beginning to wonder if I even know you Bon." Ginny said, while Bonnie laughed. "I mean, bar fights, boys sneaking in the room. Does your fiancé know all of this?"
"Hell no. Now let's go, because I haven't told him I'm going out tonight either."
"Wow, Miss Abby I must say, I like Mystic Falls Bonnie. She's a bag of surprises."
"Ahh, you have no idea Ginny." Abby shook her head walking the girls out to the car that was waiting for them. "What on Earth is an Uber?"
"Momma, it's like a cab, but cheaper. We'll see you later, don't wait up."
"Be good." She shouted as they got in the car not acknowledging that last part. They just buckled up and as Bonnie sent a text to her fiancé, Ginny pulled out her lip gloss and applied.
"Who are you texting? Your boo?"
"Yeah, I may as well say g'night now. He's really busy right now, so no sense in calling him."
"You guys are so cute together. I mean, the way he spoils you and the way he surprises you, how can you not be more excited about this engagement?"
"Not excited?" Bonnie looked shocked as she heard the statement. "I'm excited, I just need to get over this hurdle of being back home, is all."
"But what's so bad about this? It's beautiful here. Small town, homey. I wish I grew up like this as opposed to being a softball player in my whole life through college, preparing for the world championships every year, and the Olympics. Do you know what my life was like? My dad, a pro baller, my mom a passing away when I was fifteen. If I was raised in a small town as opposed to, being raised by all my coaches and managers, I'd be happy. This is a community. All of the people at the farmer's market knew your mother, and we're asking about you?"
"It's great, having grown up here, until you realize how small the town is, and how quickly drama circulates, and how everyone knows more than you want them to. It's just when things go wrong, people talk. Everyone talks."
.X.
The large building was packed and people were spilling out by the truck loads. Bonnie felt out of place with the Uber, seeing as how people were hanging out in the parking lot drinking near their cars, socializing and she and Ginny just paid for a ride to avoid drinking and driving. The closer they made it to the entrance, the more people they saw, the louder the music was. When they walked up, the man checking IDs recognized Bonnie. "Matt? Donovan? Hi."
"Bonnie. Long time no see. How have you been?"
"Good, just in town a visiting my momma. So, you're a bouncer? How on earth did you get so big?" She and Ginny were stuck on his biceps.
"I eat my Wheaties." He laughed, garnering a stare down from Ginny.
"I see. My oh my." She said touching his arm and smiling. "Wow." She felt his rock-solid arm. "Whew, anyway. How did this place get so crazy? I don't remember it being this popular?"
"New management. I'm surprised you haven't heard."
"No, I don't really keep in touch with anybody but my momma. How are you?"
"I'm good. Just hopefully headed to the draft."
"That's right." She noticed Ginny giving googly eyes. "Oh, my mistake, this is my best friend Ginny. Ginny, this Matt, or Matty. All grown up. He's the towns pride and Joy. All American football, and best in the state. Plays for Virginia. He's going places. But hopefully not in my therapy sessions." She laughed.
"So this is what California girls look like, huh? Tall and built like Olympians?" His eyes, unabashedly wondered Ginny's body, and she caught herself acting shy. "I know how to work out a girl like you. You like a good work out, don't you?" He took some leaps and bounds and was all over her with his words. Ginny was eating it up.
"Most men, can't handle my workouts." She spoke ostentatiously.
"You mean most, California boys? Cause I ain't no boy. I'm a man. Good ole country boys know how to put in work." Ginny blushed and shook her head. Country boys flirted differently. Just as it began getting uncomfortable for Bonnie, she giggles.
"Okay, maybe we should get inside before the bar runs out of liquor." Matt in his fitted jeans and boots, kept his eyes on Ginny as she walked passed him.
"Maybe we'll see you inside."
"Oh, I'll see you inside sweetness." He said, tilting his hat at her.
.X.
"This is better than any club in LA. Girl, why didn't you tell me line dancing bars were so poppin'?"
"Because, it hasn't always been like this. Just used to be a live band and some beer." Bonnie was shocked at the scene. People from outside of Mystic Falls. She recognized people from Fells Church, Chandler inside. "This is a country bar on steroids." People were line dancing, bull riding, and playing pool in some corners. "It just used to be a large room, with a partially full dance floor and the band played on the stage and there were more tables."
"This is... My scene." Ginny said grabbing Bonnie and takin her out to the dance floor. She didn't know the steps but she still jumped in and followed Bonnie's lead. The stepped for about ten minutes to a couple songs and Ginny was already sold on Mystic Falls. She was ready to move with Abby tomorrow. Most of the time they were being watched. The two girls danced like the rhythm was a part of them and the way their hips moved also made crowds draw around them. It couldn't have been more perfect, for Ginny to spot another beautiful man eyeing her from the bar. She couldn't tell, where exactly he stood, but that he came from the general vicinity and he was watching her.
"Hey let's go get a drink. I saw a cutie by the bar, and I lost him." Ginny said.
"Okay. No problem. I need a shot of tequila any ways. Hell, I need two shots." Bonnie said fan if herself.
"Two doubles on me, let's go." Ginny said.
She walked through the crowd of hungry men and drunk women and pulled Ginny through holding her hand. They had to pull through the thickness of the crowd and when they made it to the bar they collapsed their arms on top of it, laughing.
"Gosh, where's the bartender?"
"I don't know, honestly it's so packed I'm surprised they don't have a few people bartending. So, where's this cute guy you were looking at?" Bonnie asked.
"He was right here. He was cute. He had a strong jawline and colored eyes. I think. Brown hair and this broody look about him. He was hot."
"Listen, did you hear that?"
"What?"
"The sound of freedom. No work, no crying, no wedding planning." Bonnie sighed in excitement.
Ginny looked around at the crowd and around the bar until she saw the attractive man she was looking at come from a behind a door behind the bar and begin pouring drinks. She watched him. "No, he's the bartender?" He was good too. He made three different peoples drinks in under a minute and then racked up a couple of cheek kisses from patrons. He was an awful flirt and he ate up the attention. He was swimming in it, and she watched him amused.
Bonnie feeling the heat of the atmosphere allowed her body to relax into it. With her back against the bar, she grabbed her hair and fisted it, pulling it off of her neck so she could feel some air hit her sweat. She stuck her chin to her chest and let the hot breeze hit the back of her neck while she held her hand in one hand and fanned her neck so the other. He little shorts were sticking to every inch of her and they hadn't even been there thirty minutes. They were gonna need to take a step out soon. No wonder people were hanging out in the parking lot.
"What can I get for you brown sugar?"
"Brown sugar, huh? Just because I'm brown, I'm brown sugar? I can't just be...sugar?" She asked.
"Not because your brown. But I will say I don't like regular sugar, I like brown sugar. And I call it like I see it." The bartender said. Bonnie couldn't see his face, but he was laying it on thick. His accent was familiar, but she was too into her own head to look at him.
"Four double shots of tequila. Please white chocolate?"
"Why I gotta be white chocolate? Because I'm white?"
"Because, I call it like I see it." Ginny said. Bonnie giggled quietly letting her friend flirt and just kept looking at her sweaty stomach, cooling her neck off. The bartender poured the drinks and walked away to help some other patrons. "Okay, Bon. Let's take the first shot." She he handed her friend the shot. "Bottoms up." They took the shots in one swig.
"Oh gosh. Burrrrn."
"Burn!" Ginny grabbed her nose, mimicking Bonnie. "This is some strong tequila." They laughed and sighed, bracing themselves for the last shots.
"Two more shots, ladies." They turned towards the bar, and Ginny smiled.
"Your back, white chocolate?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to make sure no one took your shots."
Bonnie grabbed her shot, spotting the bartender Ginny was flirting with. Before she tossed the shot back with her friend, he gave her a log hard look. "Hey cutie pie. Long time no see."
"Stef...?" She asked surprised, but looking happy, "Hey. What are you doing bartending here?"
"You ain't heard? We own the place." He jumped over the bar and wrapped his arms around her hugging her.
"We?"
"Yeah, me and my brother. Bought it 'bout a year ago."
"Thought he lived in Georgia with his girlfriend, or wife, or whatever." She said with an attitude.
"He-uh, he's in the process of moving back home." Bonnie sighed. Thank God, she thought. She didn't want to run into him tonight.
"I'd love to catch up, maybe one day while I'm here. But I promised my girl a good time."
"She's cute." He made no effort to hide staring at her toned legs. He loved a woman with beautiful stems, and hers were his favorite type... Long. Plus he couldn't resist a girl with a short skirt and hundred-watt smile. She was pretty, mocha-toned, and something different from the women in mystic falls.
Ginny smirked while he stared her up and down.
"Okay, well, uh, come on Ginny, let's go dance." Bonnie said. Trying to pull her away from the bar.
Ginny was thoroughly confused, "Uh, hey, best friend here? Introduction, very necessary!" She rolled her eyes, heavily at Bonnie.
"Uh, sorry, Stef, this is Ginny, Ginny this is Stef." Ginny looked at the man, who had to be about 5'11" with cinnamon colored hair and colored eyes. It was too dark to recognize the color, but they were beautiful. He had perfect hair, and a strong jawline. The sexiest thing about him, that caught her eye, was his accent, she thought.
"Nice to meet you. How do you know my best friend since she sucks at explaining things these days?"
"Nice to meet you too darlin.' And uh, Bonnie and I grew up together. Neighbors to be exact, but we are more like family." Stefan said looking at Bonnie like she'd changed so much.
"Yeah our families were, very close."
"Family is always family Bon. Me and G still live next door to Abby." He smirked watching her try to slide away without getting into details.
"Well, it was nice catching up, I think we need to dance this tequila out now."
"Maybe you should take them last two shots then." He laughed.
"Oh, right." She and Ginny swallowed the last two shots and Stefan grabbed Bonnie gently by her shoulder.
"Well, Bonnie, how bout Sunday dinner? For old times' sake? The Salvatore house."
"This weekend is no good. My momma has plans for us, but-"
"Next week then. Perfect. Damon'll be excited. I know he'd love to see you." Stefan said smiling, as the darker haired, older brother walked up, standing behind the petite green eyed woman.
"Maybe not such a good idea. I mean, he's got things to do, I've got things to do, and-"
"Why wait til next week?" He said making her pause in her motions. His hand wrapped itself around her bare stomach and she trembled, because he touched her in a way that sent chills up her spine. He let his fingers crawl to her belly button, and he clutched her skin in his fist, scratching her gently, and she exhaled, like she was stuck in a memory of them. Ginny was really enjoying watching Bonnie feeling uneasy between two gorgeous men. Wondering what all she needed to learn about her best friend and all these southern boys. At the same time, she had to have Bonnie's back so she intervened.
"Hey, are all southern boys so touchy feely?" Ginny asked as she watched Damon's possessive grasp on Bonnie. Damon looked up and smirked.
"Naw, I wouldn't touch no one like this, less they was mine." He pulled her closer and then whispered in her ear. "Ain't that right baby girl?" Bonnie felt all of this build up inside of her and she felt his lips as they smiled against her cheek. He brought something out of her that no other man could. Ginny had never seen Bonnie in such state of helplessness. Yet, for a second she swore she saw Bonnie smile, when he whispered in her ear. Then she exhaled like she was relieved.
He smelled so good. Like a man who just showered. He always smelled clean. But she couldn't let him just make such bold moves to touch her, so she pushed herself away from him, and moved, but he allowed his fingers to linger on her skin until she was too far for him to touch. Her skin did something to him. He kept his eyes on her, and her teeny tiny shorts. She turned to look at him, and when their eyes met she was lost, but she'd play it off like he didn't affect her.
Damn! She thought. His face was still handsome as she remembered, only his facial hair had grown in fully and he still wore his favorite hat. His eyes sparkled and luscious pink lips were being licked as he watched her watch him. His body filled out. Got damn. She hadn't seen him in over two years and his hands still touched her like she was his, and he gave her that look like he was about to own her body. She cleared her throat, and quit looks him in the eye, staring instead at his forehead. "Surprise, surprise. Didn't think I'd see you boys here."
"Didn't think you'd come to town without phone'n me."
"I don't call men with wives or girlfriends, or whatever she is. It would be disrespectful of me." Damon gave her the are you serious? look and she just smiled. "Nice seeing you though." She tried walking off and he called out to her.
"So that's the hello I get? That's what you think I'm gone settle for? Huh BEST FRIEND?"
She ignored him and kept walking away. Ginny instantly felt something between the them. "Okay, you better talk and you better talk now."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me. Something happened between you two didn't it?"
"Nothing serious. We had a few accidental, happenings, and it was nothing serious."
"Accidental happenings? Who says that? And what do you mean, Accidental happenings, as in you had sex, dated... What?"
"Ginny! Why are you always prying?"
"Because I'm your best friend. Now talk!" She said stopping her in the middle of the dance floor.
Bonnie looked at her with an attitude and then rolled her eyes when she realized how persistent Ginny could be. She wouldn't stop until she figured it out. Bonnie just laughed and started dancing.
"Can I tell you tomorrow? So, we can enjoy tonight."
"Fine." Ginny reluctantly let it go, but was revving herself up for some major prying tomorrow.
8 years ago...
Bonnie went to the grille to meet a group of classmates for her senior project. Elena Gilbert was one of those people, who Bonnie also knew through cheerleading. Bonnie was having a good time and she was getting herself ready to order food when she spotted Damon and Rebekah walk in smiling and holding hands.
It caught her off guard and the waitress waited for her to speak, but she just sat speechless. He looked happy and Rebekah was all over him. Kissing his neck and holding his hand. When the waitress cleared her throat, Bonnie spoke up. "Um, I'm sorry, can I just have a lemonade, please?"
"Sure thing sweetie."
"Bonnie, everything okay?" Elena asked, looking in the direction of where she was looking. "Oh, is that bothering you? Damon and Rebekah?"
"No. Why would it?"
"I dunno. Everyone knows y'all are close. I mean, half the time people speculate if you two are together." Elena said, causing Bonnie to laugh it off.
"No, he's my best friend."
"So why not take him to prom, instead of Kol?"
"I mean, it's weird. He's family. It makes sense to take Kol, it's more like a date ya know?"
"So, you two ain't never...?"
"Never." She said, feeling like Damon and Rebekah just threw her whole day off. "Anyway, I just, need some air, it's stuffy in here."
"Okay, sweetie. I'm gonna go get some extra napkins." Elena said.
When Damon and Rebekah got into the booth and looked around, he noticed Bonnie get up and walk outside. He quickly stood up to follow her. "Be right back Beks."
"Okay, don't keep me waiting." She said winking suggestively, making him lean in and peck her lips. He took to the doorway and followed Bonnie.
"Hey, baby girl... Aye. I know you hear me callin' you." She turned to see him catch up to her. "Where you goin?"
"Oh, you're here. I had no idea. Um just gettin' some air. It was hot in there."
"Who you here with? Kol?"
She chuckled sarcastically. "What's it to ya?"
"Just askin' b'cos I know y'all hang out these days."
"Well, no, I'm here with class mates. Working on a project for school. How'd you see me anyways with your face burried in Rebekah's?"
"Thought you didn't know I was here?" He laughed.
"You know what Doodle, I don't care what you do, or who you do it with. I just don't need to see it thrown in my face."
"What's gotten into you? Jealousy?" He smiled.
"No. Disgusted. Keep your tongue in your mouth in public places and I won't have to swallow my own throw up watchin' you being nasty with her." She was disgustingly jealous, and she didn't know why, but it killed her to be angry about something she couldn't change. She stared in his hypnotizing eyes for what felt like ten uncomfortable minutes but it was really thirty seconds of nervousness swimming around her belly after he smiled at her. "Whatever, have fun with that bimbo. I could care less. I need to hurry up so I can go back inside to finish what I can with my classmates. Because, I'm leaving with Kol soon, to pick out corsages. He's picking me up in about thirty minutes."
"From here? Your momma know?" He asked with a bit of attitude.
"She knows. Now, I should let you get to it. I'm happy you found a girl, that makes you happy Damon. Even if I think she's a bimbo, all that matters is seeing you look happy." She smiled and walked off. He jogged after her grabbing her from behind, wrapping his arms around her neck and collar, from the back.
"You're my number one girl." He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her back inside by the hand, and before letting her hand go, he kissed it. They smiled at each other as she went back to her group and he to Rebekah.
Later that night...
Bonnie walked in the house around 7pm. She saw Damon waiting up on her couch. "Doodle, what's goin on? Why are you here?"
"Well, we all ate dinner. It was weird to know you weren't coming home." He called it home, because it was basically where he spent most of his time.
"Sorry. I was on my way home when the Mikaelsons asked me to stay for supper." He looked at her suspiciously. "What? Why are you looking at me that way?"
"You like him, Bird?... Kol. Do you... Like him?" He asked in a way that made him seem worried.
She dropped her bag buy the couch and walked to him and sat down near him, on top of one of her bent legs. She looked at him and tilted her head. "He's sweet. He's been a perfect gentleman."
"But, do you like him?" He needed some assurance that it was nothing more than friendly between them.
"I-I don't know. I mean, liking a boy means-" He turned his body towards hers on the couch.
"It means you want him to..." he put his hand on her thigh, "touch you subtly." He leaned into her ear to speak very lowly, "Whisper sweet nothings into your ear." His hand crept up her thigh, while his fingers tickled her skin, making her feel both tickled and nervous. "Figure out where you like to be touched." She didn't move, even when his lips moved to her neck and he spoke quietly, "Be near you." He scooted close to her and she closed her eyes, while his lips made their way to her lips, "Kiss you..." His lips went to her lips, merely touching, on the verge of a kiss. Her first kiss to be exact, and they heard footsteps coming up the front porch and to the front door. He jumped making her jump and they stopped and looked at the television hearing the voices on the porch. They could barely make out the words, but the paused a moment to listen.
"Oh G... Stop. You crack me up." Abby's voice was light-hearted and flirty.
"Yeah, well, I can be funny if people actually gave me the time a day. I swear once Lily left, everybody acts like I'm just some lonely fella, with two boys who doesn't like company."
"Well, it's funny b'cos, once my husband died, everyone just wanted to pin me as the bitter widow. I mean, so what, I'm alone, but it doesn't mean I don't want a friend or some conversation. Everyone acts afraid to say anything to me. Then..."
"We look like the crazy ones" Giuseppe and Abby said in unison.
"Exactly." She said looking him in the eye. "You really are good company G. I'm glad you liked the dinner." He pulled closer to her.
"I love your cookin' and I could eat anything you make any day of the week. How about I treat you this weekend? Maybe we go to this wine tasting thing. I guess you women like that sort of thing."
"Oh I can't, Bonnie's got prom this weekend."
"Yeah, it's, uh in the evening. After you see her off, I'll come pick you up. We can make a few hours of it, I'll have you back home before she's home."
"So, what, is this like a date?" She giggled.
"Let's just call it two old time friends, getting really-acquainted."
"Um, okay. It's a friendly hangout then. I'll see you Saturday." She smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. Giuseppe and Abby were giving one another non-verbal cues all night, it was only a matter of who would make the first move. Giuseppe being the southern man he is, knew it was his place, to be the initiator. Just then Bonnie and Damon hopped up from the couch, shuffling about loudly and walked towards the front door, making plenty of noise to warn Giuseppe and Abby of their presence. As G leaned in to kiss her, they heard the clearing of throats and he jumped out of their intimate position.
Giuseppe changed his positioning as well as the subject as quickly and as uncomfortably as possible, "So uh... Yeah, thanks for dinner darlin' I'll be talkin' to ya soon."
Abby was a bad liar and she was less convincing. "Oh yeah, and great chat. I will um...See ya 'round G." She punched him gently in the arm and scooted quickly into the house.
"Hey... Mom, G... What's going on?" A worried Bonnie wondered, while Damon also felt some concern. Not only did her and Damon almost kiss, but Abby and Giuseppe almost kissed too.
"Nothin' just took G some supper and he walked me home. I'll need to go wash up. Come on sweetie. Let's go inside. The Salvatores are on their way home." Bonnie turned to look at Damon, who was angry their moment got cut short. Because the next time he saw her, she'd be heading to prom with another guy, and the thought alone had been bothering him all week.
"Nite Bird." He said softly.
"Nite Doodle." Abby shut the door and there was so much unresolved angst it didn't make sense.
...Present Time...
Abby sat in the living room with her grandson, eating popcorn and watching a movie.
She looked at the little boy and smiled. "I need to get you a haircut. Mommy's got your hair outta control. Is long hair a style now?"
The little boy just looked at Abby and smiled. His hair was so dark brown, it looked almost black. And his sharp blue eyes were a contrast to his tanned skin. He smiled a lot, and it made her melt, because she knew how hard it has been on Bonnie to raise him across the country without her momma.
The little boys started rocking his body from side to side and putting his small hands in the air. He was trying to sing some little melody and Abby watched him.
"Mm hmm shun shine... Hmm mmm shun shine. Make me happeeeee, skysh ow gaaaay." When she realized what he was singing she clutched her chest in aw. He was so adorable, and she started singing it with him. "You are my sunshine, my only sun shine, you make me happy, when skies are grey." He jumped in her lap to finish singing, and laughing. His hands grabbed her cheek and he stuck her with a juicy, wet kiss. "Aww, Nana loves her punky wunkin." He yawned right after and realized he was tired. She started cradling him in her arms, and following Bonnie's advice about singing to him.
The doorbell rang and she looked at her watch. "Who would be here at 10:30 at night?" She held Dylan tight and creeped to the door carefully, trying to keep him in a calming mood. She slowly looked through the peephole. It wasn't surprising who came to see her after he never came back a few days ago.
She opened the door and greeted him. "Giuseppe, what a surprise."
"I'm sorry I didn't come back the other day. Somethings came up and I needed to get back to work."
"It's quite alright. Come in." She moved aside and walked back to the sitting room.
"Saw him the other day. He's awfully cute. It's strange knowing Bonnie has a child. You know, after what happened."
"Yeah, well she took it rather hard. So, when she got pregnant with Dylan, it was almost a miracle. I had to start flying out to California to help her every couple of months. Once my momma passed I had nothing holding me back here."
"I see. He's cute. How old is he?"
"He'll be two in three months."
"Is his daddy in the picture?"
"Her fiancé is a good man." She didn't answer the question, and because Giuseppe was a man, he didn't put two and two together.
"I see. Well, you know... Speaking of fiancé, how could you not tell me you were engaged? We've been through enough together to keep each other in the loot. You know, when Lily came back I was honest with you."
"I know G. I just don't like dwelling on the past. I did that for years after my husband passed. It made me bitter and lonely."
"But we... We were good together you and I."
"Yes, but because of our kids it complicated things. We can't go over what happened between us. It'll just hurt us both to talk about it." She said.
"Right. So, uh- Mikaelson huh? He's a bit young."
"Seven years' difference. Who cares. You're ten years older than me G." She said laughing. "Come on, have a seat." He sat next to her and watched her with Dylan, when she began singing to him. She softly sang for a few minutes and Dylan was fast asleep.
"So he likes being sang to? Damon was the same way. He couldn't sleep without his momma singing to him." Abby thought about his words and kept quiet. "I will say, now that he's no longer in the army, he'll be transitioning back home. He's not the same, he barely sleeps. He's kind of on edge a lot."
"Really? Has he spoken to anyone?"
"Nah. You know my boy. He just deals with things."
"He's always just done that. I've always had a hard time watching him be such a tough guy." Abby said.
"Yeah, but it was beautiful watching, how he was with Bonnie. She always had this way about her, that made Damon, soften. They had a special connection." Giuseppe said. "Which is why you and I didn't..."
"Exactly. We couldn't, you know?" Looking into his eyes made her eyes water. "We did the right thing, letting that part of us go." She said with tears slowly falling. He wiped her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.
"Just tell me, is he good to you? Does he treat you right?"
"Of course. He's a good man. He's good to me. He makes me happy."
"Do you love him?"
She nodded her head. "Very much."
"That's all that matters." He smiled meekly. She knew his emotions were being concealed, but she respected how he never enforced his will on her. Giuseppe looked down at the little boy. "Damon's cheeks got red like that too, whenever he got too hot." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "I guess I should go. It's late and I'm sure you're tired."
"No, please. Stay. Watch the movie with me. I'm wide awake and it gets lonely sometimes."
"You sure?"
She nodded her head. He leaned back on the couched and pulled her to lean against him, while she put her legs up and cradled Dylan. His arm draped around her lovingly and she found comfort in those arms once more. He was her best friend, and they couldn't be anything more than that. Right?
.X.
Damon looked on, as Bonnie partied and didn't look at him. He was walking around taking care of things he was supposed to, but her antics were distracting him. Several men approached Bonnie and Ginny and Damon couldn't help but to look on in both jealousy and concern. His jaw ticked, but he allowed her to amuse him, rather than anger him. She still had that, bright smile that lit up a room, and her hair was shorter, which surprised him, but made her face stand out even more, if it was possible. The sweat on her body and exposed skin was making him go into a different mode. A mode he hadn't been in since over two years ago. He was ready to grab her from the dance floor, and remind her who he was, and why they were always inseparable.
"What the hell is she doin' out there?" He walked behind the bar asking Stefan.
"Looks like she's havin' a good time with her bestie, and quote." Stefan laughed.
"Bestie... That's what she called her?" He scoffed.
"That girl is gorgeous. I'mma need Birdie to introduce us again. Or, you could be a good brother, and figure out a way to get me some time with her."
"How Stefan? How do you suppose I get you alone time with a girl, I don't know?"
"Just do what you always do. Go get your girl."
"Ya know, she's tryna get me riled up. She's fixin' to make me cut a som'ma bitch."
"D, I'll man the bar, if you need to handle your girl." Stefan said laughing, ready for the wingman to show up so he could entertain Ginny.
"Pft. She won't appreciate being snatched off the damn dance floor."
Stefan laughed, "When has that ever stopped you before? She'll get over it. She always does." Damon looked back at the woman, twisting and rolling her waist as she danced around the floor. He didn't appreciate her body language, and the attention she was getting. He hated seeing how she kept living her life without him. He felt almost betrayed every time he was forced to watch her, because in his mind, she pulled herself away from him, and he had no control over the things she did, or who she was becoming, because she decided... She was better off without him for some reason. But not tonight, one thing's always been for sure, he always looked out for her. He was about to grab her, whether she got angry or not.
Excerpt from Pt 5:
Bonnie was showcasing her delicate shoulders, which sold the elegant neckline she was blessed with. Her dress had one strap, and the other side was sleeveless. He saw how her small waist fanned out to this coke bottle shape at the hips, a shape that had was always covered by her clothes. He only saw this shape when she tried tying her shirts at the stomach. Which she wasn't allowed to do. Her normal two French braids were let out to this array of loose curls all hanging down one side of her shoulders. The further she came down the stairs the more her delicate shoulder exposed him to the opened back of her dress. Her skin looked like she sunbathed in the Caribbean, while her eyes sparkled like emeralds. Damon counted his blessings, to see how her body was beautifully wrapped and yet his heart broke, realizing she was being gifted to another man. He looked at the form fitting dress and noticed he didn't see a panty line and it bothered him.
A/N – Damon may seem slightly OOC, but he really isn't. I just wanted him to be slightly country and just a simple guy. A man who just wants a simple life. And Bonnie is herself as usual, she is strong minded and trying to find herself. The next chapter is Prom Night. It's a turning point chapter. Anyways. Hope you enjoyed this and as always, let me know what you think If you can… :}