I HAVE NO EXCUSES...WILL FIVE DRABBLES BUY ME SOME KINDNESS FROM THE JURY?
RANDOM WORD: PINK
Damon and Bonnie's relationship had come a long way in the past six months. Threats to kill each other had all but ceased and the promises of impending bodily harm were few and far between. Something about annihilating entire nests of evil supernatural beings brings people closer together.
They had been hanging out by choice, rather than necessity, for about a month when Damon started to notice some changes in the witch. Her hair began to grow again and she stopped chopping it off every chance she got, the black of her wardrobe began to be infused with shocks of color, a scarf here and a pair of red shoes there. He never mentioned the changes, simply assuming it was a phase that girls go through until he noticed her nails one day.
"Your nails are pink." He noted with a raised eyebrow as she sampled the lasagna he had prepared for their weekly movie night.
She rolled her eyes as she chewed the bite. "Rich and Famous."
"What?" He looked even more confused, if that were possible.
"The color, it's called Rich and Famous." She continued to eat as if nothing were amiss.
"Okay, I gotta be honest here Kid, you're kinda freaking me out with the color and the long hair and the pink nails and don't think I haven't noticed the lip gloss, cause I have." He crossed him arms and managed to look stunningly like her father. "Who is he?"
"Who is who?" Bonnie answered innocently as she stopped eating and began to push the food around her plate. She suddenly wasn't very hungry.
"Bonnie," he warned.
"It's no one Damon and even if it was someone it isn't important because he hardly knows I exist." She insisted.
"Uh, I doubt that Bonnie. I'm dead and I've noticed, believe me."
"Really?" She answered with more hopefulness than she ever had intended sneaking into her voice.
"Yes, really, now just promise me you'll be careful and promise me it's not some bone headed jock or that flea infested jerk with the ridiculous attitude."
"That's pretty much every person in this town. A Jock or Tyler." Bonnie noted.
"Yeah, so?"
"So, that means I wouldn't be able to like anyone Damon."
"You catch on so fast!" He ruffled her hair and she dodged his second attempt as she flattened it back into place.
"Besides, Tyler's attitude is pretty much the same as yours. He acts like a narcissistic ass, but so do you." She pointed out.
"That's true," he conceded as he lead her into the living room. "But I look so much better doing it."
REVIEW: THERE'S NO SHAME IN DAMON'S GAME.