Best Friend
Pt5- Prom Night
R-M Mature themes.
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Many drinks in and many songs passed bonnie had taught Ginny countless line dances. He hated watching other men dance with her, and be suggestive with her, but he couldn't control her. He'd never tried to control her. The only times he made decisions for her, was when he felt as though he was looking out for her.
One of the patrons of the bar bought her a shot off of the waitress walking around and the second she was about to take it, he was done being patient with her. He dropped his rag from wiping the countertops off, and stormed through the crowd, yanking her drink out of her hand. "I don't think so."
He grabbed her by her arm walking her to the bar and letting her see him pour her shot out. "Damon, who the hell do you think you are?"
"Apparently, your guardian angel. You've had too much to drink."
"I don't think so. You can't just dictate what I do and how-"
"Case you forgot who I am... I'm not the man that lets you do self-destructive things. And I ain't the man that's about to let some redneck or some meat head get fresh with you."
"Nobody was getting fresh, you're just over-protective." She yelled.
"Damn right. You're done for the night. Stef- she's cut off. Anybody else try to buy her a drink, throw'em out!"
"You have some ner-" Ginny cut her off, seeing how heated things were getting between Damon and Bonnie.
"Bon, boo. It's cool. We don't have to drink anymore. Let's just call an Uber, then hang at the bar until they get here."
"Uber? Really?" Damon said looking at Stefan then her. "You so damn uppity now."
"Uppity?!" She screamed.
"Hell yeah, whatever happened to just calling someone you know, or asking one of us? You know everyone in the got damned town."
"Pft. I'm good. Ginny and I are perfectly good calling an uber."
"Bougie." He said shaking his head, acting like she had just changed.
"Bougie? Fuck you!" She screamed garnering the attention of the party-goers nearest hem and making Stefan clear his throat.
"Nothin' to see hear folks. Keep it movin'?" Stefan assured them.
Damon stopped and looked at her like she had lost her city lovin' mind. He furrowed his thick country brows and rubbed his thick beard, and said, "What did you just say to me? She just say, what I think she said?" He gave her intense eyes.
"Okay father Damon."
"Since when is that word even in your vocabulary? You ain't never used that word."
"Just understand you aren't my father."
"I may not be you're father, but we both know, who's your daddy." He whispered in her ear, "Ain't that right, baby girl?" He reached for her thigh and she smacked his hand.
"Don't make me say it again. Stop babying me." She said with a more proper tone.
"You act like a baby Birdie. When you gone grow up?" He said walking away from her now and she was fed up with his behavior at his point.
"Me grow up? Fuck you, Damon!"
"Bon, let's just go wait outside," Ginny said tugging at her gently by the arm. "It's not worth fighting about to say something you'll regret tomorrow."
"She said it again? To me?" He was shocked. "Aw hell naw!" He said walking to her and pulling her away from Ginny and throwing her over his shoulder. "You must've lost your got damn mind!" He carried her to the bar office, past Ginny then Stefan. Ginny tried walking after them until she was stopped by Stefan's words.
"Ah ah ah. I wouldn't if I was you."
"What is he going to do?"
"Ahh little of this little of that. You looked surprised. Like you ain't never seen her throw a tantrum."
"I haven't. She is very straight laced at home. I always thought I was the bad influence on her, but she's got this side of her, I know nothing about." Ginny said giggling.
"That's Birdie and D. Don't let them fool you... THAT... Right there is real love. Them two ain't nothin short of crazy."
"Right. Well what's the history between them?"
"I take it she ain't told you. Then I should let Bird tell you. But I mean, I'm not opposed to getting together sometime and maybe, discussing other things."
"I see." She nodded and smiled.
"In the meantime, don't pay Damon no mind. Y'all have fun. We got y'all."
"It's nice being out. We don't do it back home as often as we should. Bonnie always has the baby."
"Baby? What baby?" He asked confused, and almost hurt. Still pouring drinks when he saw a scuffle start.
"Yeah Dylan." And just as she said it, he jumped over the bar to break up a fight. Making sure to keep the two gentlemen from falling over on Ginny.
...Prom Night 8 years ago...
Damon sat on the wooden steps of his porch. One leg on the lower stair, the other propped up his favorite hat on his bent knee. He was in deep thought about his life and what meant the most to him. He knew he had the utmost important news to tell Bonnie, but he had postponed it all month, and now all week because he didn't want to ruin prom for her, or risk seeing the hurt on her face. After all, today was one of the happiest days of her life. Or at least it was supposed to be. He held a white tulip between his fingers and thought about his life as it played out before him six hours ago.
Damon was at Bonnie's house waiting to see her off, as another man was going to whisk her away and sweep her off her feet. He was working on fixing the arm of Sheila's favorite rocking chair. The late spring, early summer heat was causing him to sweat up a storm as he began working on it. Bonnie was upstairs with Sheila and Abby getting ready. He heard what sounded like a sporty car, drive up crushing the gravely driveway, slowly turning the music down. When he heard footsteps over the porch he turned his drill on and pretended not to hear.
(Knock knock)
Kol waited a minute or so, patiently, after he knocked and heard what sounded like a man doing some handy work. Kol politely knocked again and proceeded to wait. And the drilling sounds were longer with fewer breaks in between. The next sound Damon heard was a clanked of the screen as it hit the wooden panel of the doorway. He stood up and walked around the corner towards the front door and saw Kol standing inside of the house near the bottom of the stairs.
"So, you just walk into folks houses unannounced? He asked with an attitude.
Sorry. I just knocked on the door a couple of times and waited. You mean to tell me, it was you in there the whole time?" He asked watching Damon with a tool belt draped and angled on his waist.
"If you'd a just waited another minute, I'da answered the door. I mean, a man can't just put a tool down, in the middle of drilling somethin' when it can break. You'd know that if you did anything besides flaunt your fancy lifestyle."
"You barely know me."
"I know what I need to know." Damon said walking closer to him, with his sweaty wife beater on. "She don't like roses. She likes tulips and sunflowers. You gotta try a lot harder than that for a girl like Bonnie." Damon said looking at the bouquet in Kol's hand.
"Shouldn't you be pandering my sister or something? I mean why are you here?" Kol smirked.
"I'm here, b'cos these are my people. I practically live here. Don't mistake my friendship with Rebekah, with some weakness towards you."
"Am I supposed to be afraid of you? I mean, who the hell are you anyways?"
"I'm the man that's gonna hunt you down and kill you if anything happens to her."
"Relax. I know she's a good girl. I just want to show her a good time. I respect her and her mother. Besides, Mrs. Bennett wants her home by midnight." Kol looked at Damon's disdain for him and got irritated. "What's your relationship to Bonnie? Huh... Damon? What are you to her?"
"Me and Bonnie are-"
"Kol!" Bonnie said as she walked to the edge of the top of the stairs, smiling as bright as she could. Damon was speechless as he stood there in shock. Bonnie looked beautiful every day of he week, but today was different. She was he breath taking young woman. She was flawless from head to toe, and her bronze tone was made to look more regal with the form fitting champagne colored dress she walked down in. He'd seen a little bit of her curves before, but not like today.
Bonnie was showcasing her delicate shoulders, that sold her elegant neckline. 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 her 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 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.
He lost his train of thought and remembered just the night before when he almost kissed her. He couldn't figure out what to say at all, he knew was he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her. Her form fitting dress fit to the knee before it draped down and slightly drug on the ground. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and it struck him, she was leaving with another man. She looked like a princess, and some would be frog was taking her to prom and he prayed Bonnie didn't kiss him and turn him into a prince. Everyone was complimenting her and taking pictures of the couple, while he stood there speechless. He stood there at a loss for both words and feelings. He watched as Kol's arms wrapped around her for pictures, and he want d to break every bone in Kol's arm. Damon knew he had Rebekah, but his heart wasn't with Rebekah. His heart was with the one girl who was always his home. The one girl, who was about to leave with another man, and have a magical night that he couldn't monitor.
Giuseppe and Stefan walked in at that moment. "Hot damn Bird, you look like a model. It's beautiful." Stefan said squeezing her in a big brother bear hug. You could feel their brother sister relationship in the air as he complimented her and she blushed.
"Yes, you look simply beautiful, princess." Kol said. As Giuseppe walked in, Damon hadn't noticed him. He wasn't expecting his father to be there or why. Maybe it was to wait to take Abby on their friendly wine tasting adventure, maybe to see Bonnie off as well. But what was true was Giuseppe saw his son standing and watching life as it were being ripped away from him. Damon looked up and caught his father staring at him, and his father took two seconds to figure out what exactly Damon was thinking. Damon shook his head at his father and bit his lips in frustration, while he was lost in a daze.
"Doodle? Doodle? Hey." She tries snapping him out of his head. He looked up at her. "Hey, you haven't said anything. Can you take a picture with me, please?" His sapphire eyes bore into her emerald ones as she approached him. He was making her more nervous than her own date. She'd never seen him look at her like this. He wasn't worried about the pictures, but he threw on his button up, to keep her from touching his sweat. The moment she approached him his arms wrapped around her possessively. He slowly let his hands come around her open back and he loved the feel of her skin under his finger tips. Her skin did something to him. He let his hands linker on her open back as he held her and he whispered something in her ear, which made her look at him and blush, like a girl in love. Then he whispered again, and she became quickly confused, and nodded her head. He was looking intensely at her and it was nothing like her interaction with Stefan. Damon and Bonnie looked like they'd been in love with each other all their lives.
Everyone was talking amongst themselves in he stood with his arms around her and his hands pressed against the skin of her back again. His fingers closed in a fist gripping her and she was made to feel an unquenchable thirst for him but she swallowed her saliva instead and he pulled his face to hers kissing her cheek nearest her lips, and said one more thing to her and she smiled demurely and the twinkle in her eyes set his body on fire. Slowly, Abby grabbed her by the arm. "Baby, y'all gotta head on out." And as she was pulled gently away from him he allowed his fingers to linger on her skin until the tips drug across and she was too far out of reach causing his hand to drop. He'd never felt so helpless. He got a few pictures with her and then watched her head out. It was the worst feeling he's ever felt, watching her leave with another man.
That was six hours ago. That was, before he became an emotional blockade. Now, he sat, remembering he hadn't told her anything about leaving yet. He didn't even want to leave her anymore, but he knew he was doing something to better himself and to always be whatever it was Bonnie needed him to be. He reflected on how he tried kissing her the night before. Why was his happening now? Why was he falling for his best friend, they were supposed to be the best of friends, and suddenly he was a mess without her. He sat on the porch waiting for her to get home. It was midnight. Well, it was twelve-eleven. They were running late, and he was becoming anxious. He had a tulip he had been waiting to give her.
Giuseppe made it home around an hour ago. He just sat outside in the dark quiet night. Two headlights were coming up the road. He prayed it was them, unless Bonnie talked Abby into letting her stay out later. Which he prayed against. He was relieved when he realized the headlights were in fact Kol's. He sat there quietly observing them. Kol got out and let Bonnie out and walked her to her door. They went in for a hug, then, Kol kissed Bonnie on her cheek as the porch light flickered. Damon laughed. Times like these he was grateful Abby didn't miss a beat. Within a few minutes Bonnie was inside and Kol was gone. He waited to see the bedroom light come on in her bedroom, which took a while because she must've told her mother and grandmother about her night. He waited n additional thirty minutes until her light switch come on. He stood up with his favorite, lucky hat and began walking.
Bonnie sat takin off her earrings when she heard a knock at her window. She stood up to open it, and they didn't even make eye contact as she walked way and let him in.
"So, how was tonight?" He wasted no time.
"Oh gosh it was so beautiful. I danced and I laughed and I was a regular teenager. That is until I called my momma and asked her to reconsider my curfew. She wasn't havin' it. She said there's nothing out for a respectable young lady past twelve am. No parties for me."
"Those parties are stupid anyway Birdie." He said feeling relieved Abby was so strict.
"Says the boy who went to his."
"Yeah, but it wasn't nothin' to brag about." He noticed her texting and so he started taking his boots off.
"So what? You staying the night?" She asked with an attitude.
"I mean, I usually do. I'm sorry, should I leave friend?" He asked with an attitude.
"No. I'm sorry. Just was planning to talk on the phone." She said as her phone rang. "But, I mean, I guess it can wait." She answered the phone and spoke. "Hello. Hey, I'm sorry. I'll have to talk to you another time. Something came up… Yes, I know me too... Course... Thank you. I had such a wonderful night. I don't think it could get much more perfect... okay... talk to you soon. G'nite to you too." She smiled hanging up and he grit his teeth realizing it was Kol. "Sorry."
"It's okay. So your date already calling? What is he desperate?"
"No. stop. Now you know our night was cut short. I feel like such a child."
She walked into her walk-in closet and he went to her bedroom door and locked it. He shut off her light and asked her, "What you doing Birdie?"
"Getting my pj's for when I get out of the shower."
"Don't change your clothes yet."
"Why?" She giggled.
"B'cos. I thought I'd sing to you for once, and have the last dance." He felt around his pocket for a couple of things he brought. He put them on the dresser next to her bed, and grabbed one of the items which was a lighter. After a couple of minutes, he walked into the closet and pulled the door close behind him, causing her to wonder. "Doodle, what're you doin?" He stood there and looked at her and how beautiful she was, wanting a photographic image of this night to always remember her by. She tried pushing past him and he stopped her "Doodle, let me out of here."
"Let's dance." He grabbed her arms and wrapped them around his neck then put his around her lower bareback.
"Doodle-" he cut her off and started to sing.
"You made me love you, I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to do it.
You made me love you, and all the time you knew it. I guess you always knew it."
Her fingers twirled through the hair of his neckline, listening to him sing as his eyes looked into hers. She felt his heart beat and he kissed her forehead. She rested her head onto his chest and they swayed from side to side in her closet. He kept singing.
"You made me sigh for, I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want to tell you.
I want some love that's true, yes I do. Indeed, I do, you know I do."
She joined in and sang with him...
"Give me, give me, give me, what I cry for.
You know you got the brand of kisses, that I die for.
You made me love you."
She looked up and smiled and before she knew it, he couldn't help when his lips met hers in a gentle kiss. She didn't pull away nor stop him, because some how she wanted it. She welcomed it and only wanted to feel her skin under his fingertips. When the heat of the moment finally pushed its way past her thoughts she stopped him.
"Doodle, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry did I do something wrong?"
" Why did you kiss me?" She asked surprised.
"I don't know. I've always wanted to do."
"But is it fair for me? The night another guy takes me to prom? How fair is this?"
"What? You like him Birdie? He kiss you?" He asked feeling concerned.
"Well, no he didn't, but..." All he needed to hear was that it didn't happen. He grabbed her and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around him and he taught her how to kiss. He opened her mouth with the gentle separation of her lips allowed his tongue to caress hers. She was nervous but she followed his lead as his kiss grew in greed and his body grew in hunger. His arms moved to her back and traced her skin a few minutes before his sneaky fingertips found their way to her zipper, slowly unzipping. She grabbed for his hands and he stopped her, and kept kissing her. When she realized her dress was falling she caught it mid-way, trying to keep her body covered.
"What'r we doin' doodle? I'm not sure about this. We are best friends. Best friends!"
"Did you even hear what I said to you today in your ear before you left?"
"I did." He looked at her, caressing her shoulders with his fingers.
"What did I say?"
"You said, that I was the most beautiful girl in the world." She smiled.
He remained serious, "And I meant it. What else did I say? Don't pretend you don't know why I'm here."
"You said that... umm... umm... you were waiting up for me. That you'd be coming over and picking up where you left off last night."
"And... what else?"
"You told me not to let him kiss me or touch me."
"Well, did he?"
"Just a kiss on the cheek."
"You know why I'm here?" He asked and she nodded her head. "Your mine Bonnie." He kissed her again.
"Doodle, why the minute someone else likes me, do you decide you like me too. Huh?"
"I don't like you." He said angrily.
"What? Then what is this?" She pushed passed him and he pulled her body against his.
"I love you Birdie. I love you. I don't like you b'cos I love you." She just stared at him.
"I love you too Doodle."
"No! I'm in love with you and I think I always have been. I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Why would you wait so long to tell me, and after so many girls?"
"There hasn't been so many girls. Stop bein' overly dramatic. It's always been you. Every girl I'm with, they ain't you. They can't live up to you. And, I can't go another night without telling you." He started unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. Then he moved her arms so her dress could fall the rest of the way. He looked down at her. "I wanted to be the man to unwrap the gift, that is you, in this dress." The sight of his body went against everything she was taught in church. She knew she was sinning, looking at him.
"You're my best friend. We are going to destroy our friendship."
"You're not just my best friend. You're my soulmate."
"You can't be sure of that."
"I'm sure of what I want, and that's all that matters.
She grew increasingly nervous. Her arms shielded her from his gaze.
"Stop doing that. You're beautiful. Keep your hands down." He was looking at her bare breast, as he undressed himself. Before she knew it, his pants were at his ankles and he was stepping out of them. She didn't look down but she could tell he was naked. He approached her slowly and held her body against his as he kissed her. Feeling all of him was uncomfortable and nerve-wrecking. He let up realizing her nervousness, and opened the closet and led her into the dark room where he had lit a couple of her candles. Then, she saw rose pedals sprinkled onto her bed and her face was hit with every emotion when he handed her a white tulip.
"Where did you find this tulip?"
"I figured out the season for tulips and I planted this a couple of months ago. I grew it myself. I know tulips ain't in season for long, but, uhh. I wanted you to have your favorite flower on a day I knew you had been waiting for since you started high school."
Bonnie was overcome with emotion. "Are there more?"
"Yeah, I planted a small bunch for you. Different colors. So, tomorrow, I can show you. They are all for you."
Bonnie placed her hand over her mouth, while her eyes watered. "Thank you."
Damon kissed her lips softly, then walked her to her bed and gently sat her down and lifted her legs onto the bed laying her back. "I know his ain't no, fancy hotel, and I ain't no rich fella. I know you deserve a fancy hotel and a rich-"
She put her finger over his mouth and shushed him, "Stop. I love it. This is the room we share most nights, and this is where I am comfortable. A hotel would've been someone else's bed where thousands of other people have slept in among other things." She smiled nervously as he crept over her. He pulled her blankets back and pulled them over both of their bodies. He lowered his face to her neck and started peppering her body with kisses, for what felt like minutes. He was gentle and loving, and his lips, much like his fingertips, just enjoyed being on her soft skin. Every time his lips touched her it sent a pulsating arrhythmia into her body.
A moment like this was expected to be filled with every romantic thought, but Bonnie was afraid. She was worried, she was bad at it, be disappointing, or perform unsatisfactorily. She looked at the ceiling and her stomach began to turn. His lips made their way to her the lower half of her body trailing down her chest and her stomach. Bonnie grabbed Damon and stopped him.
"What?"
"I'm nervous. I don't think you should be doin' that."
"You don't want me to kiss your kitty?" He said looking at her making her blush.
"I don't know what I want, this is new to me, Doodle-"
"Don't call me that right now, Bonnie." He never called her Bonnie. He crawled back up her body.
"Damon, I'm nervous. I think I'd rather just-"
He sealed her lips with a kiss and she was becoming increasingly tense when she felt his fingers crawling between her thighs. His fingers relentlessly worked to open her thighs. He was gentle, but he was intimidating. She knew she could talk him out of this, or talk him into just cuddling right? It's not that she didn't want to, and it's not like he wasn't perfect. She was nervous and doubting herself. "Mmm." The only sound to come from her mouth when his fingers pushed through her boundary. He watched her with patience. Utter patience. Her eyes closed and she palmed her face with embarrassment. He moved a little faster and pushed farther and a gasp hit her throat. "God!" He used his mouth to cover her noise, with a kiss.
"Bonnie, please don't wake your momma."
"I'm won't. She's very drunk on wine anyway. She's out like a light." He was surprised to hear that. It wasn't like Abby. But now, was neither the time or place to think about it.
Her lower body started tense and as he continued to touch her, she allowed her hips to roll into him while his hands worked her to prepare her body for him. She became tense with excitement and he stopped. Her breathing was deep and desperate for oxygen. He pulled his fingers out of her and kissed her mouth again before asking, "Are you ready?" His legs gently opened hers as he positioned himself right above her. She nodded her head. Damon was just as nervous as her. He aligned himself and as the flesh of their two torsos connected, Bonnie quickly grabbed onto his shoulders feeling his manhood touching her womanhood.
"Damon, do you have a condom?" He looked at her surprised.
"I do. I almost forgot." He reached on the dresser and felt all around for it. He couldn't find it. "I swore I brought one. I promise I did Bonnie. It was right here."
"Maybe you thought you had it."
"I'm so sorry." His face broke and so did his heart. "I guess it wasn't meant to be... unless?"
"What?"
"I mean, I can be real careful. And you must know when you ovulate or whatever right?"
"I don't really know, I'm not sexually active, Damon. I don't even wanna ask my momma how to figure it out, you know she's crazy." Damon could feel Bonnie's fear rise and she held him, like he was the answer to some long, unanswered question. Her innocence and her honesty, only made him want to love her, each passing day.
They looked at each other helplessly, and started kissing again. He prepped himself again and neither of them stopped it. "Hey, we'll get the plan B pill tomorrow."
"Okay." They trusted the moment wouldn't get lost if they had a plan. Once he started again, her body tensed around his from her head to her toes.
He could see her looking straight above her head avoiding eye contact with him. He went for what he knew and slowly pushed into her feeling her trying to clench her muscles. She put her hands onto his chest and stopped him. He grabbed both of her hands holding them. "You trust me?" She nodded her head a tear drop fell. "Then wrap your arms around my neck, and just let me take care of you. It won't hurt for much longer, okay?" He wiped her tear and she nodded again. She was too embarrassed to speak, but none-the-less she wrapped her arms around his neck, trusting his words.
As promised he was gentle and patient. She gulped when she felt him fully, and gnawed at her bottom lip to conceal the pain. He turned her music on next to her bed, and turned it up a little. Luckily her bedroom was on one side of the house next to the guest bedroom. Her grandmother slept downstairs in a room and Abby's room was on the other side of the house.
Bonnie couldn't help getting louder and she kept trying to cover it up with kisses and she couldn't focus initially on the kisses as she swore she felt him breaking her in.
It took a while before he was making her feel any semblance of pleasure. Her body was working with his before long and the sweat between his torso and hers was making their bodies glide in harmony. "Your body was made for mine. You hear me? And I don't want anyone else ever touching you like this." He was claiming everything about her in her bed. Her mind, her virginity, her body, her heart, her love. He wanted it all. Selfishly. Because he had yet to tell her he was leaving. "Promise me, Bonnie, that you will always be mine?"
"Damon, I've always been yours." He smiled and kissed her for what felt like the millionth unregrettable kiss that night.
"Bonnie, most girls don't orgasm their first time, but I want you to always remember this moment. I'm going to make you cum." He moved his hand back below and used to thumb to create the most intense sexual sensation she's ever felt. When she realized, what was happening she gripped his back under her fingertips and once again he swallowed her moan as they peaked at the same time. She cried, and he held her. His last vision of the moment was her face as the ambiance of the candle light and moonlight struck her skin and she said his name, lowly, so she couldn't be heard by anyone but him. "Damon... Damon... yes."
The two of them fell asleep and like clockwork, he was up at 6 am. She was sound asleep and he kissed her gently before getting up. "I'm gonna make something of myself Birdie. I'm gone make you proud of me, and I'm gone take care of you. That is all I've ever wanted to do in this life." He grabbed his clothes and boots and hurried before grams was up at 6:15 and right on time as he heard shuffling around. He laid her tulip on her dresser, grabbed all the rose pedals and put them in a small pile in her desk drawer. Then kissed her once more, "I love you birdie."
"I love you too." She mumbled in her sleep. He hopped out of her window, and into her tree, and was gone before she woke up.
.X.
Later that day, Bonnie was helping her mother as she folded laundry. She was stuck in a trance from her night with Damon, and it already trumped her and Kol's time at prom. Kol had text her several times that day and they went back and forth a bit, but she had been waiting on Damon to call her, text her, something. It was two in the afternoon and nothing. He was worrying her into believing she'd made a mistake.
"So, Bonnie... you've got three weeks until graduation. Am I gonna know before graduation which college you've decided on?"
"Momma, I'm thinking of just staying and going to Virginia Tech. I know it's a bit of a drive, but it's closer than UCLA."
"Really baby?" Abby was excited. "I mean, you sure? You were looking forward to California."
"I can transfer out later." She said. Maybe by then she and Damon would have a plan and he would go with her. She was so happy; she just knew she couldn't leave happiness. It had been a longtime since she's felt this level of happiness, and it had to be when her dad was alive.
"Ugh. I'm so happy baby. I mean, I had been stressed about it for months. Now I can relax knowing you're just a couple of hours away." Bonnie smiled hugging her mother. Sheila looked at Bonnie after Abby took the folded clothes upstairs. Bonnie had a different look about her. Her hair was down, she didn't French braid it today. She just let it fall loose. Abby and Sheila knew Bonnie was always bothered by her hair being down she kept it in braids. But she couldn't resist pulling Bonnie aside.
"Grams. What are you doing?" Bonnie asked as grams started looking around at Bonnie's neck. She tried stopping grams but grams found it.
"Ah ha." She examined it thoroughly. "You think I was born yesterday child?"
"What'r you talkin' 'bout grams?"
"That boy done got to your sense child. You know this is a house of God. You know this can get you in some trouble. Why shouldn't I tell your momma?" Sheila said with disappointment.
"Grams, I'm sorry okay. It was an accident. I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Bonnie remembered Damon's mouth on her neck the night before and driving her crazy, with how sinfully sweet it felt to allow the devil enter her bedroom, and invite him into her disgusting thoughts while Damon controlled her body. She was horrible young woman today in Gods eyes, all for allowing her and Damon's sin to replenish her soul without guilt.
"That darn Kol Mikaelson. Damon was right, about him. I didn't want to believe it but he took advantage of your young mind. What else did you do?"
Bonnie was confused. "Kol?"
"Yes. Damon said that boy would try somethin' but I didn't believe him."
Damon had some nerve Bonnie thought. "Grams, please. Don't be disappointed. I will do anything. Just ask me. I will do anything, don't tell momma!"
"What kind of godly woman, would a be, if I kept that from her?"
"You'd be saving my life. Please." Bonnie begged.
"I tell you what, you have until nightfall to tell your momma, otherwise I will." Sheila wasn't playing. Bonnie's eyes watered and she saw her grave already. Just then a distraction came in the form of Damon, who knocked on the door. "Come in." Sheila said. Soon as she saw Damon, she shook her head. "You were right Dimitri." Sheila called him Dimitri when she was in a series mood.
"Oh no. What's wrong Miss Sheila? You only call me that when you need to talk to me 'bout somethin'? Who do I need to cut?" He said laughing until he noticed Bonnie shaking her head in a paranoid manner.
"Dimitri, we don't cut nobody, quit with that nonsense. You were right about that Kol. Look what he did to Bird. She pulled Bonnie to Damon and moved her hair, and showed him. His face cringed in disbelief and he made immediate eye contact with Bonnie. Who frowned at him with an attitude, and he lipped the words "I'm sorry." Then interrupted by Sheila and jumped back into the conversation.
"You don't say." He shook his head. "You sure that ain't one of them curlin' iron burns. I mean, y'all put all them curls in her head. It looks to me like a burn. I mean Birdie, do you even remember Kol's mouth being near your neck?" He asked trying to get her in the clear.
"Uh, no. As I've said, we ain't even kissed grams." They both made Sheila feel paranoid and she examined the red mark a little closer.
"Hmm, I'll say. I think it is a burn. Well, I'm sorry Little bird, I just... I can't believe I scared you enough to make you believe it. That ain't nothin but the devil. I'm sorry baby."
"It's okay grams. I mean. I was scared but I assure you Kol Mikaelson never touched me inappropriately. He was a perfect gentleman." Emphasis on He as in Kol and Not Damon. Sheila laughed it off touching her head and excused herself claiming she needed a nap. Bonnie and Damon walked outside and walked to their tree.
"I can't believe you did that Doodle. How could you?" She asked disappointed.
"I'm sorry, I got caught into the moment. I mean, you weren't exactly complaining." He said grabbing her by the waist and hugging her. It wasn't abnormal to see them hug, at all. Maybe they could disguise whatever they were doing for a while. He tried to remain inconspicuous so he spoke in her ear. "I've missed you all day. I can't get your body and your smell out of my mind." She pushed him off her.
"Oh yeah, so you prove that by leaving without a word then not coming to talk to me until 2pm.
"Birdie, you forget I do inventory on Sundays at work. Grams got in my case b'cos I haven't been in church. You remember?"
She caught herself. "Oh, Damon Dimitri Salvatore. You are certainly lucky I was gone light your tail on fire. "She glared angrily and made him laugh.
"I mean, do you wanna stay mad at big daddy, baby girl?"
"Daddy? Please. You couldn't pay me to call you daddy." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah. We'll see bout that, baby girl." He said.
"Why you callin' me that suddenly?"
"B'cos, you're mine Bonnie Bennett. Little bird. Last night wasn't no game for me. Your mine, baby girl. All mine." He grabbed her picking her up and turning her around. "I'm all yours. I promise."
"I thought it was gonna be awkward today. You and me, b'cos you know? But..."
"But this is the way we were meant to be. It's natural between us. Your hair looks beautiful."
"Thank you. My momma was so happy I didn't braid it today. You should'a seen her."
"I mean you look beautiful, I don't know why you never wear it down." He said examining the beautiful mark on her neck. "I want to give you another one."
"No. Doodle. Stop. Stay away from me." She said running from him. Sheila walked to the front door and watched them. Everyone was so used to them together, no one paid them any mind most days. But she found it peculiar how Damon didn't threaten Kol's life today, and how he immediately helped give Bonnie an out. She watched as they ran somewhere around the huge property. She figured it out, how differently they looked at each other. Damon hugged her for longer, and she came awfully close to kissing him a few times as Sheila watched, and suddenly she knew. She had never seen Bonnie or Damon smile this way with anyone else. She walked away and Abby came downstairs. "Momma, was were you in here talkin' to Bonnie about, Kol Mikaeslon? Somethin' happen I should know about?"
Sheila shook her head at herself. "No sweetie. Nothing Damon and I couldn't figure out."
"You sure?"
"Positive." She closed the from door and gave the two teens some privacy in the yard. "Come on, why don't we get started on supper. I have a hunch the kids are gone be starvin' later."
.X.
The next day, Monday, Damon took Bonnie to the pharmacy when it opened and they got the plan B pill.
"Hey I'm happy we were responsible. We can't have no accidents. I mean, I'm leaving in the fall to go to VT, so I wanted you to know right away. I didn't pick UCLA." Damon smiled.
"What? I mean. Good I'm happy."
"Me too. You and I get more time together and I don't have to leave you. I just didn't want you to feel abandoned. I'll come home every weekend or you can see me every weekend?" She smiled hugging him in front of the pharmacy. He has a moment right now to tell her he's leaving. He has the perfect moment, to tell her she can go to UCLA. But...
"I'm happy. You make me happy. Let's not dwell on this. Let's enjoy right now, and go to the diner and share some pancakes. Whataya say?"
"Fine. I guess, we can walk across the street, since the diners right up the block. No sense in driving." She said smiling up at him. He leaned down to kiss her and his hands became greedy. "Doodle, stop. Not in public. You know everybody, knows everybody."
"Fine." He pulled her along and they walked holding hands on the walk to the diner a block away. They went inside and sat in a cozy booth making sure not to be to visible. "So one day when you don't burn eggs. Maybe you'll make me breakfast."
"Unless you become my husband, I ain't cookin' for you."
He cornered her in the booth and kissed her. "I'm gone marry you Birdie, you are gonna bear my children, and I'm gonna spend my life making you smile, and making you love me. You ain't never gone get enough of me. It's gone be me and you, and the future won't happen no other way." He kissed her again. "I love you more than anything, because you are everything to me."
"So are you sayin' you're my future?"
"Baby, I'm always gonna be the present, I'm always gonna be the future. And if, if I'm a part of your past, I ain't never gone be known as the past. Not your past."
"I love you, now kiss me."
"First, call me... (he whispered something in her ear)."
"No. I won't. It's weird." She said rolling her eyes.
"Don't roll your got damn eyes at me, baby girl."
"What's gotten into you? Why do you like that word?"
"Ain't a thing, you'll say it when your ready." He smirked
He kissed her and she tucked herself comfortably under his arm as they waited for their food. Bonnie was supposed to go to school that day, she never made it. She and Damon spent the day together. Stuck in their cloud.
.....Present Day...
Damon carried Bonnie into his office and locked the door before dropping her onto his desk. She stood up to move and he picked her back up and put Ophir on his desk. "Damon, let me go. You've taken my drink, drug me out of the bar..."
"What do you expect? You got drunk as hell, you got to yelling' at me in front of my patrons, I can't have that. I brought you back to the office to keep the peace. Then you disrespect me with that foul language. Where's my beautiful southern belle? You really changed over the years!"
"Me? I'll take it. I'd rather have changed, then to be considered a liar!"
"Okay. So change means, letting them nasty men just stare at you out there?"
"What's it to you? You are not my man."
"Listen to how you talk now." He asked with disdain hating the way she's changed.
"So, you're angry because I speak properly? It's called an education."
"Speak proper all you want to. Bougie."
"Liar!" She glared at him. "Now let me out of here."
"I'll let you out of here, if you really wanna go." They kept staring at each other and it was passion-filled. "You wanna go baby girl? You wanna up and walk away from me... again?"
"Don't do that to me Damon. You are being unfair."
"Am I? You ain't never walked out on me before, huh Baby girl?" He looked at her making her feel guilty.
"What about you and what you did?" She asked angrily, and he yanked her body to his. "Let me go."
"I gave you the chance a minute ago. You stayed. So now..." he pulled her face into his with his hand on her neck and forced a kiss down her throat, that she didn't hate. That she yearned for.
"God... stop." She whined, but kept pulling him closer, feeling his body against hers. "You're an asshole."
"I'm your asshole baby." He kept at her body, making her feel the familiarity of him. His mouth on her neck was pushing her in a corner.
"No." she stopped him. He took it as a challenge. "We aren't together anymore."
"Yet you still wear my ring around your neck? On the necklace I bought you."
"Bad habit."
"Habit? I ain't no habit. And if I am, you sure as hell can't break me."
"But I should. Plus, I need to get Ginny back. Good bye Damon!" Bonnie gathered her strength and fixed her clothing and walked out of the office looking for Ginny. He watched her walk away from him. A sight he was sick of seeing. She turned the corner and he threw his hat against the wall in anger.
Bonnie walked around the corner and found Ginny behind the bar with Stefan. He was standing behind her with his arms around her helping her make drinks. Bonnie couldn't believe her eyes. Ginny was making herself comfortable in Mystic Falls, and Bonnie was afraid of this, because knowing Ginny, she'd love it here. "So, umm... this is interesting." She says to them.
"Oh Bon, you should have seen me. I helped Stefan break up my first bar fight!" She said laughing.
"Bird, where'd you find his one? She's crazy!" Stefan said jokingly. "I think she'd be a great temporary bartender while y'all are here... which is for a whole month I hear!"
"Is that so?" Damon asked walking back out to the bar with his hat back on his head. "Sounds like a plan." He walked over to Stefan and whispered something in his ear, which Stefan seemed all too agreeable with. Then he said something to Ginny, who gave him a thumbs up and then she looked at Bonnie in approval.
"What's that for?" Bonnie asked as Damon grabbed her by her arm and drug her out through the crowd. "Damon, stop. I'm not leaving without Ginny?"
"Aww, baby girl, Ginny got a ride home, well, maybe not home... but somewhere." He smirked. "Stefan got that on lock." He took his hat off and his messy hair made her soft towards him.
"Ginny doesn't know Stefan."
"But you know him."
"That's country boy logic. Why is Stefan taking Ginny home?"
"Do I gotta spell it out for you baby girl?" He put his hat on her head and left the bar, with her tight in his grasp, and quicker than the blink of an eye. "You and me have some unfinished business baby girl. And I'm 'bout to collect."
"Damon, I'm not getting inappropriate with you; nor am I reliving my past!"
"Keep calling me your past baby. One day you might believe it." He smirked at her.
Excerpt from Pt 6:
Bonnie and Damon were inseparable since prom night. She hadn't called or spoken to Kol but once since. She neglected the idea of Kol the minutes she and Damon's relationship changed. Today he took her to pick up her cap and gown from school. He drove her to his house because no one was there. "Crazy right? That was me four years ago. Now my baby's about to graduate. I'm so proud of you."
"Me too. Thanks for just being there all these years. I know we weren't together before. But, you were always... there for me. And I'm glad I'm not going to UCLA, because now I get to see you every weekend and we get to be together. I'll be eighteen real soon and we can be our own place and-" he shushed her with his lips. Guilt consumed him to the masses.
Sorry if this chapter seemed long, I needed the whole prom night in this chapter. So it was mostly a BAMON chapter. There will be more Ginny, Stefan, Abby, and G next chapter. So far no set endgame for Ginny. She will be getting attention from the men of mystic falls though. I noticed a couple of you liked her and Matt. So, we will play around with her character for a bit. Bonnie didn't even lose it to her prom date, Damon made sure to put a stop to that. I hope you enjoyed this, please leave your thoughts. Thanks for reading!