RANDOM WORD: REJOICE
Bonnie was relatively sure she knew how the dinner with her parents and Damon was going to go.
"Mom, Dad, this is Damon, my fiance."
"I'm sorry, dear," her mother would reply. "But he's a vampire."
Then, flash, bang, screams, drama, fangs, tears and someone would end up drained or fried or a combination of the two. Even knowing this though, Bonnie agreed to the dinner because, well, she wasn't sure why she had. But she had and here they stood on her parent's porch with Bonnie chewing nervously on her bottom lip and Damon pretending not to notice. With a long, shuddering sigh she rang the doorbell and listened to the sounds of her mother's steps approaching.
"Bonnie!" Her mother hugged her warmly and pulled her into the house. She released Bonnie and turned fixing Damon with a hard and pointed stare that made it obvious that she knew exactly who and what Damon Salvatore was. "You best come in too."
Bonnie trailed behind her mother with Damon right behind her waiting for the explosion of her parents disappointment and hatred.
She had long since recognized that even being a vampire didn't make Damon a bad person and that Gram's death was not his fault.
She wasn't so sure her parents would see it that way.
"So," her father began once they had settled at the table. "Have you two decided when the big day is? I'll need to put in for time off work early if it's going to be in the summer since that's my busiest season. Your mother, of course, has already begun buying bridal magazines." He shoveled a bite of potatoes in his mouth and Bonnie smiled weakly.
"Guilty," Mrs. Bennett giggled. "She's my only child!"
"Okay." Bonnie interrupted the conversation abruptly. "Are we really going to act like you two approve of this? Of him?"
"Honey," Bonnie's mother soothed.
"No," she interrupted again. "This is crazy. He's a vampire. You know it. I know it and there is no way my parents approve of this!"
"Babe," Damon warned. "If they want to like me I think you should let them. Seriously, stop talking now."
"He's right." Mr. Bennett added between bites of his dinner. Bonnie groaned and covered her eyes with her hands. She could feel a massive migraine beginning. "Frankly Bonnie. We were a bit worried. You never really did show any interest in the boys at school.
Your mother thought you might be asexual."
"Mom!" Bonnie's head shot up and a look of embarrassment.
"Okay. Okay." Bonnie's mother raised her hands in surrender. "I'll say no more, but as long as you and Damon are happy we're happy."
"Thanks Mom." Bonnie smiled softly. Damon leaned over and kissed Bonnie's check gently.
"Now's probably not a good time to tell your parents about that strip club in Atlanta, eh?"
Bonnie never could explain to her mother why she shot milk from her nose that evening.