Hey guys ok don't be mad I know it took awhile I forgot all about studying for finals so I couldn't update but they're over with now so here's my next chapter to the installment. I do not own The Vampire Diaries. Also thank you to all those who reviewed they do make a difference.

"I'm sorry…what? You wanna run that past me again?" Damon said in an unenthusiastic tone.

Elena stood up straight and sighed putting both hands on her hips impatiently as she bit her bottom lip.

"Damon I know you heard me."

Damon closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again. If he just heard what he thinks he just heard, then he was in for a long week.

"Is this some kind of punishment? Because I know many other different ways that you can punish me." Damon replied with a wink of his eye.

Elena walked up toward Damon slowly step by step until she was face to face with him.

"Damon don't start ok…Bonnie needs a date to the prom, she's been going through a lot lately. You know…saving you're ass all the time?…I think that you could at least do this one thing for her if nothing else… not only that but I could've sworn that not to long ago you were desperate to make things right with her, so why not take this opportunity?"

Damon considered her words for a moment. She was right he did try and make nice with the girl a few times before, but after a while it kind of became a hopeless cause.

She was much easier to manage when she wasn't able to talk or blow his brain to bits.

"What do I get out of this?" Damon questioned.

"A possible long lasting friendship with Bonnie and her acceptance of your diminishing narcissistic personality."

Damon curled his lips disapprovingly. Elena rolled her eyes in annoyance, his stubbornness exceeded even her own.

"Fine and a renewal of our friendship…satisfied?" Elena said in exasperated breath placing her hands on her hips.

Damon smirked in triumph over his easy victory walking over to the table he poured himself a glass of Bourbon, before answering Elena's question.

"Very…" He replied. "So where do I sign?"

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Bonnie was lying in her bed staring at the ceiling when she suddenly heard her doorbell ring. She had no idea who it could be it was almost four o' clock and she just got off the phone with Caroline. Must be Elena coming to give her Damon's answer. Jumping out of the bed quickly she rushed downstairs to the front door.

"Coming!" She called out as she made it to the last few steps on the staircase.

In one motion she reached for the door and opening it to her unknown guest, without so much as asking who it was.

A mistake that she would soon kind of regret, when the door was fully open she was taken aback. The last person she thought she would have to see today was the blue-eyed sex-aholic Demon.

"Damon…What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked in an alert tone.

Damon grinned slightly as he took in the scene before him. Bonnie was wearing white pajama mini shorts and a pink Hello Kitty tank top. He wondered for a moment if that's what teenagers definition of fashion was, but either way he wasn't complaining.

"Aww c'mon little witch don't act so surprised to see me I think you know exactly why I'm here…" Damon said as he leaned against the door frame staring Bonnie dead in her brownish green eyes.

Bonnie was speechless for a second her brain felt like it just shut down. Damon rarely ever stopped by her house so it was something very unexpected…although she was curious to find out his sudden change in attitude.

"Exactly why you're here?…does it have something to do with Elena again?" Bonnie asked as she bit back a sarcastic smile.

"Oh har-har-har very funny, did you come up with that one on your own? But no I'm not here for Elena I'm here for you." Damon said with a wide smile.

Bonnie turned to look over her shoulder she was becoming rather uncomfortable with talking to Damon like this…it wasn't exactly the norm for her or him.

"You said…yes?" Bonnie asked questioningly almost unable to believe even her own words.

"Of course I did. How could I possibly pass up the opportunity to drive you mentally insane for one whole night?"

Bonnie let out a sigh Damon was still Damon no matter how she looked at it. His blunt words were always his weapon and she knew he meant what he said. He always like getting a raise out of her but Bonnie wasn't about to put up with that not on one of the most important nights of her life.

"Good…" Bonnie began clearing her throat. "Then let's lay down a few ground rules…you will not touch me, hold me, kiss me or make any embarrassing scenes that can ruin me…you will not suck anyone's blood, you will not compel anyone into doing anything inappropriate or obscene, you will respect me and behave yourself or so help me I will sis kabob you on the dance floor."

Damon continued to stare at Bonnie uninterested in any of her threats and rules, it amused him that she actually thinks that she can control his…demeanor.

There was a brief silence as Bonnie waited for Damon's rebuttal, but there was none…he just smile carelessly before calmly speaking.

"Sooo…you ready to go pick out my tuxedo?"

It never failed…Damon was oblivious to anything she said or did… man he's annoying Bonnie thought to herself.

"Fine let me go grab my jacket and put on some real clothes ok…" Bonnie replied as she roller her eyes.

Once she did all she was suppose to do she met Damon out by his blue car that was parked rather recklessly in her driveway. He was leaning against the passenger door when Bonnie came out the house dressed in a grey blouse and blue jeans.

Damon turned to see her make her way over to him she didn't seem upset or angry which was amazing because when they're alone together that's usually the only emotions he ever sees from her. When Bonnie finally made it next to him Damon opened the car door courteously ushering her inside.

"You're chariot a waits." Damon uttered motioning his head to the side.

Bonnie looked Damon up and down before getting into the car. She still couldn't get over the awkward feeling of this whole situation. Hopefully when they make it to the tuxedo shop she will develop more guts to follow through with this seemingly bad idea.

Once Bonnie was in the car Damon jogged over to the driver's side hopped in and started the car. As they drove nobody said a word the radio was off and all you could hear was the sound of the tires on the pavement and the noise coming from the engines of surrounding cars.

Bonnie became flustered… so to fill the noticeably non existent conversation she decided to turn on the radio, anything to keep the racing thoughts out of her head.

The radio came on without any trouble, and the first thing she heard was Lady Gaga singing about "show me your teeth" or something like that she really didn't understand the woman's sense of music.

Damon shot Bonnie a side glare when she touched the radio, she was becoming a little bit too comfortable for her own good.

"Umm excuse me but who said you could touch my radio?" Damon asked as he continued to glare at Bonnie.

Bonnie didn't look at Damon she could already visualize the look on his face; there was no need to even look his way.

"Nobody but I wanted to so I did." Bonnie retorted.

Damon narrowed his eyes at her audacity. "So you rather listen to the radio than talk to me?"

Bonnie pondered the question, but the answer was blankly obvious.

"Yes." Bonnie responded as she let her seat back an inch, trying her best to stay comfortable in the hot leather seats.

Damon turned his eyes back to the road glancing ever so often at the witch beside him. It was frustrated to know that someone who use to be so timid could become so arrogant in just one year.

"So…" Damon began again. "How are we ever going to get along if you don't even want to have a decent conversation with me?"

Bonnie let out a small breath she didn't know that Damon was so spoiled… as a matter of fact never mind she did, it was sad to admit though.

"You're whining." Bonnie said bluntly. As she looked out her window.

Damon was taken aback for a moment he looked to her quickly, then back to the road, then glanced over at her once more.

"Am not." Damon shot back.

"Are to." Bonnie replied immediately.

"Look Bonnie all I was saying is that-" Damon was interrupted by Bonnie's sudden outburst.

"Look we're here."

Damon closed his eyes briefly resisting the urge to leap over the car seat and shake her until she was lifeless. No one ever had the nerve to treat him the way she treated him.

When Damon found a good parking spot he got out of the car and proceeded to Bonnie's side in an attempt to open the door for her, but she already hopped out before he had the chance. Bonnie looked at Damon who was already next to her and knew what his intentions were.

"Do you always do that?" Bonnie asked quaintly.

Damon tilted his head in a curious manner. "Do what?" He replied.

"Open the door for girls…it's the twenty-first century you know that…right?"

Damon smirked at Bonnie's ungratefulness he actually enjoyed the bantering they did when they we're together.

"I might be dead but chivalry is not."

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders in response as the two made their way to the Men's Warehouse. Once they were inside they noticed a large selection of men's clothes. Everything from shoes to suits and even jackets and even accessories.

Bonnie hoped that it didn't take them too long, she wanted to make it home as soon as possible to watch a re run of her favorite show Human Target.

Damon started walking slowly ahead, not wanting to leave her behind.

"Ok…" Bonnie began. "My dress is black, so I was thinking maybe we should get a black on black tuxedo or maybe even a three piece suit with a white collared shirt."

Damon nodded his head in agreement. "Don't worry Cinderella despite my personality if you haven't noticed by now I do have an impeccable taste in style."

Bonnie lips curled into a slight smirk shaking her head from side to side. His overly cocky confidence was suffocating her. "Right." She replied blankly.

"Damon Salvatore is that you?" A cheery unrecognizable voice called from behind them.

Bonnie and Damon both turned around at the same time and were met with a brown eyed tanned skin female with shoulder length brown hair. She had a goofy ecstatic smile on her face and was headed right for Damon.

Damon looked at the girl who he didn't recognize at first, but he had a feeling he knew her just by the way she greeted him.

Bonnie glanced at Damon and then back to the brown eye chick. She wanted to make the trip to the warehouse nice quick and painless, but once again things could never go as easily as she hoped.

TBC…

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