Caroline ran up the stairs and stormed into Bonnie's room. "Bonnie Bennett, where have you been"?
Bonnie was thrilled to see her closest friend again. She ran up to give her a big hug. They both embraced each other tightly. Caroline got teary eyed. She was always overly emotional, the type of girl to wear her heart on her sleeve.
"I had my mom open a missing's person investigation. I was scared shitless".
Caroline's mother was the sheriff of Mystic Falls. She was well aware that her daughter Caroline was a vampire and that some of her friends were too, as well as Bonnie's magical abilities. To everyone's surprise, Sheriff Forbes turned out being a huge support to their team.
"I'm sorry Care, I agreed to help Damon with Elena's surprise", Bonnie responded.
Caroline paused, "Wait hold on, for a second I thought you just said that you were with Damon".
Bonnie laughed, "I was".
Caroline felt Bonnie's head with the back of her hand. "Bonnie… Is everything ok? You have got to be extremely ill to give Damon the time of day".
"We went out to Maine to retrieve that necklace of Elena's that her father gave her. She really cherished it, so I figured I could help".
"Lord, Bonnie! I don't care, you should have at least told me". Caroline gave Bonnie a stern look. Bonnie put her arm around her, "Ok, it won't happen again. I promise". Bonnie walked her over to some chairs and they both took a seat, "Now, tell me how your Christmas was".
"Well beside the fact that you weren't here, it was ok. Could have been great, you know…"
"Ah yes I know… But who came over? What went on? C'mon Care, dish"!
"Ok, well I had made a big meal. Elena and Stefan came over to help with it a bit. We made turkey, ham, dressing, potato salad, and green beans. I baked an amazing red velvet cake, your favorite. And it was amazing"!
"Ahhhh", Bonnie groaned.
"Yeah, you missed out", then Caroline continued. "I bought everyone sweaters, and yours is still downstairs under the tree".
"Aww, thanks".
"What else", Caroline thought. "Elena gave out various gift cards. Jeremy didn't come by…"
Bonnie shrugged; she no longer cared what Jeremy did.
"My mom kept winning all of the games that we played. My dad also stopped by". Caroline then jumped out to the edge of her seat, "Oh and Matt and Tyler got engaged"!
"What"? Bonnie's eyes got big. "And I missed it? Oh my God! I'm going to cry. I'm so happy for them".
"Yea me too! Even if both of them are my ex-boyfriends and Tyler left me for Matt. They're super cute together. And they promised, I get to plan the whole wedding". Caroline threw her hands up and they both cheered.
"It all sounds like a good time", Bonnie sounded less enthusiastic when she compared what she could have done, rather than what actually happen for the holiday.
"What took so long for you guys to get back anyway", Caroline asked.
Bonnie sighed, she thought about what parts she would tell Caroline.
She began to relive the moment:
"On our way home it began to snow really bad so we stopped for somewhere safe to stay. One day turned into a few days, then a week, before we knew it; two weeks had passed".
Bonnie explained to Caroline how the elderly woman named Urma was the closest place to go during the storm. Urma lived in her cabin with only a dog, a shih Tzu named Yodel. Urma had no clue about Damon being a vampire or Bonnie being a witch. Damon only compelled her once they left in order to cover their tracks in case someone had come looking for them. The first couple of days there, Damon and Bonnie didn't make the most of their time.
They sat and patiently waited for the snow to let up, maybe not so much at first. Damon was definitely anxious to surprise Elena, and Bonnie often thought long and hard about what her friends were doing at every moment. Once they saw that the storm wasn't slowing down any, they decided to make themselves comfortable at Urma's insistence. They spent their days drinking hot beverages, baking cookies, watching classic movies, and playing all sorts of games. Damon was a very cocky chess player, and to Bonnie's surprise he was actually really good.
Damon took a liking to Bonnie's baking skills, honed from her grandmother Sheila. When she baked chocolate chip-walnut he raved about them. Bonnie found herself making that batch pretty often, perhaps for that reason. He'd chew without a word to say, entranced in their deliciousness. Bonnie enjoyed the satisfaction. For once in her life, someone was taking appreciation in something that she could offer.
It might have been something as simple as baking cookies, but he showed her that there was something that she could be proud of. Jeremy had spent a lot of time disregarding her, making her feel worthless. Sometimes she felt like a substitute. She settled on this for the fear of being lonely. Once upon a time she loved Jeremy for his innocence.
He was a sweet boy with passion. He was unique and there was mystery about him. The loss of Anna was the twist of fate that sent Jeremy swirling into a dark entrapment. She had remained hopeful for a long time that he would turn around eventually. It wasn't until these last weeks that Damon showed her an alternate version of her current life.
Bonnie dreamed that she could make someone happy one day and in turn she'd get the same. Her and this special guy would have a nice cozy home of their own. They would travel together and experience what places the world had to offer. They could move away from Mystic Falls and not have her magic exploited all of the time. They could escape all of the drama of the supernatural.
Urma had taught Bonnie how to knit. She spent hours knitting small things at first to get the hang of the craft. When she was ready to advance from baby socks and mittens, Damon suggested that she make a skullcap for him for the winter. At first she didn't entertain the thought, but on Christmas day when they were idly sitting around slumped in despair she pulled it out for him as a gift. His words had escaped him.
He grinned, and he even blushed. He couldn't think of a time when someone had given him a gift. He didn't know how to accept it. Plus, he didn't have anything for her. She swore it was fine, and that she was really cool with it.
"I mainly did it for the practice", she claimed. However, when Damon put the cap on and began modeling and goofing around in it, she couldn't help but to feel warm on the inside. It didn't look perfect and he even made fun of it a little, but he didn't take it off all day. On Christmas night Urma had supplied them with some pajamas that she had boxed up in a closet and she went to bed, leaving Bonnie and Damon up alone.
"Alright Bon, I think both of us can agree that we would much rather not have to be stuck here with each other like this on Christmas, but we have to make the most of it".
Bonnie shook her head with a curious smile. Damon took a blanket and laid it on the floor and they both used it to sit by the fireplace. They both sat Indian style and roasted marshmallows on the open flame. They giggled along as they told each other's funny past Christmas stories. Damon occasionally looked at Bonnie off to the side of him.
He liked her smile, and how he was able to make her smile. He actually came under the realization that he had never seen Bonnie smile before, but the difference it made was very intriguing. There were times in the past where he would bitch her out, after she would accuse him of being a menace, a monster, and the devil over the horrible things he has done. She said she would have cursed him for the rest of his life if it wouldn't affect her close friends. He once told her that he didn't know why her friends liked having her around, that she craved power and she was afraid to admit it.
He criticized her self-righteousness, and accused her of not being as morally respectable as she led on to be. Now he was willing to admit that he saw what everyone else saw in her. She was charismatic. He also loved her reliability. Her strength to raise above all the bad that's happen around her, he admired that. It inspired him.
That night Bonnie had went searching through the kitchen cabinets and she had stumbled across a bottle of rum. It was her ideal to spike the eggnog. Damon lifted his glass up, "Pour me up". After two hours they had gone through the whole bottle of rum. It didn't faze Damon at all because of the fact that vampires can't get drunk with their healing abilities.
However, Bonnie was almost faded to oblivion. She lay down as Damon remained sitting up next to her. She played with her hair. Winding strands of it with her index finger. She sputtered off a bunch of random talk, anything that came to mind. Damon laughed at the nonsense that she said.
"Don't laugh at me jerk. Why are you laughing"? She'd reached up to swat at him.
This made him laugh more; Bonnie was flirting. That's how it came off, and she had this certain look in her eyes. Damon thought about that very moment. How he never imagined being in the situation. How he'd never share this experience with Bonnie before, and how he may never have the chance to ever again. Definitely something like this didn't seem solid to him.
They were two people making the best of a shitty situation. When Bonnie had made another failed attempt at swatting at Damon for making fun of her, her hand landed on his leg that was spread straight out across the floor. He looked down at it. It looked so out of place, her hand on his thigh. He thought hard for a minute.
He truly was enjoying this moment more than he thought he'd ever would. He reached down and grabbed Bonnie's hand; he intertwined his fingers with hers. She looked up to him with nervousness.
"You were wrong earlier", she said not breaking her gaze on him.
"Wrong about what", he asked.
"There are plenty of other people that I can think of that I'd rather not be here with. You're not one of them". She spoke softly, angelic like.
"I'm enjoying this Bonnie, I really am".
Bonnie sat up slowly. He watched her for every moment that she rose. The look in his eyes was intense. It sent a shiver down her spine. She stared back at him.
This moment on any other day, at any other time would have made them feel completely awkward. The glow from the fire was present on their faces. The crackling from the flames made for some hell of an ambiance. Damon thought to himself that he wanted to make a move on her badly, just to give it a try. Just because he felt like maybe he'd regret it if he didn't.
However, she wasn't her sober self. Would he be taking advantage of her? What if she didn't even remember in the morning? He wouldn't mind that. What to do he thought? Without anymore hesitation there was a spark within him that made him move.
He reached over to pull back some of her hair that had fell in the front of her face. He gently tucked it behind her ears. Bonnie stared at his lips. They were so pink, so juicy looking. He licked them once.
His look was inviting. Without waiting anymore, she reached over and pressed her lips against his. He didn't hesitate to kiss right back, both committing to the kiss full on. Damon placed his hand behind Bonnie's head, his fingers combed her hair. They kissed long and hard, they could hear each other breathe through their nose.
Bonnie brought her hand into Damon's shirt. She swiped her hands all over his abs. She roamed up to his chest. His hand caressed her lower back. Their kisses were getting long and sensual.
They used just about the right amount of tongue. Bonnie pushed herself forward. Damon rolled back to lay down as she straddled on top of him, his blood began to rush. His hands gripped her hips.
Although Bonnie was drunk and tremendously worked up, she fought the urge to start ripping his clothes off of him. They carried on for about ten minutes before it escalated any further. They stopped kissing, but the gaze into each other's eyes was back. Bonnie rested her forehead onto his as she thought about what just happened. Damon wanted to say something regarding the whole matter, but didn't know what.
Bonnie turned over to lie back down on her own side. They laid side by side looking up at the ceiling. Bonnie tried to bring about some sort of discussion to avoid dead silence, "So…".
"Bennett, that was pretty damn good", he responded. He kicked one of his feet over the other and placed his hands under his head.
"Yea, I suppose it was. So what now"?
"I feel like we're in a good place now. Like we can both sit in a room and not rip each other's heads off", he answered. However, that wasn't exactly the type of answer she was looking for.
"Oh", was all she said.
"I just have to get back to Elena, ya know? Do you think this was bad, what we just did"? He turned his head to look at her. He had dropped the Elena bomb once more. The moment was killed.
"Well you guys are broken up right now. And she'll never find out as long as you don't tell".
"You're right, we won't tell". He smiled at her still admiring this beauty that he was able to find under all of her bitterness.
Little did he know just now with this previous discussion, she had just taken a big shot to the heart. It was quick, sharp, and effective. Once again she was overlooked over Elena. It had been her life story since they were six-years-old. Elena gets all the boys, Elena gets cast as the lead in school plays, Elena wins all of the pageants, and it seem like it would never end.
Elena had always gotten everything she had ever wanted. Why did Elena have to be so entitled? However, Bonnie wasn't going to let that break their friendship. She truly did love Elena. There wasn't a time where she tried to get in Elena's way.
This is why she didn't bring up her feelings to Damon. Damon had planned on reconciling with Elena, and Bonnie didn't want to be the one to disrupt that. Bonnie couldn't face Damon anymore. She turned to her side to look away from him. What had she done?
She picked away at herself. She had never been so confused in her life. Why did she kiss Damon? For her, there was no valid reason. Why is it bothering her that he doesn't feel the same way? Looking into the still lively fire, she thought she would just jump in from all of the shame.
Damon raised up, "You heading to bed"?
"Yea", she said sullenly.
"Ok. Goodnight Bon", he turned over and they laid back to back.
Both still restless they faced opposite directions and remained in there thoughts. The next morning was the day all of that craziness with the rabid vampires had ensued. Bonnie decided not to share that part with Caroline when she brought herself back to the present time. Caroline was a worry bee. Bonnie didn't want to stress her out over something that was already done and over with.
She also decided to keep quiet about the make out session with Damon. She didn't want Caroline to have to be stuck in-between herself and Elena.
"Well the next time you decide you want to drive long distance for a favor Bonnie, I'm coming", Caroline demanded.
"Of course Caroline".
The two hugged once more. Bonnie rubbed her stomach, "Please tell me you have some leftovers of that Christmas meal".
"There's plenty. C'mon let's go get some. Oh and you can open your gift".
Both girls got up to make their way downstairs. Bonnie stopped in her tracks; she suddenly remembered she wanted to change because she still had blood on her shirt. She discreetly maintained to hide the stain with her jacket. "Hey Care, just head down there. I want to shower and change and then I'll come down".
"Ok Bon, but hurry up".
"Ok".
"Oh and Bonnie", Caroline shouted out to her midway down the stairs. "Don't make plans tomorrow. We're going dress shopping with Elena around noon. We all are going to the New Years ball at the Lockwood mansion".
"Uh… Right… Gotcha". Oh great! Damon better not break and tell Elena, she thought. She had to face Elena so soon. Then they'll all be hovering around each other for New Years. The year 2015 is going to be off to an interesting year she began to dread it.