Letters To My Ex-Jerk
Chapter 17- Tell Him
"No, this is the only thing that will cure you," Sarah exclaimed, pushing dark locks out of my eyes and grinning wildly. She lapped up the rest of her ice-cream which was dripping by now and munched the biscuit.
"Cure me? I don't need to be cured. You make it sound like I have some sort of disease," I complained to my friend, who just rolled her eyes.
"Come on, Bon Bon. You think about him all the time. You want to be with him. When you kiss anyone, you think of him. You have it bad," Sarah teased, sticking her tongue out at me and reminding me of when she used to make fun of me back when we were younger and silly kids.
"Shut up," I muttered, though I knew she spoke the truth. She knew me better than anyone did.
"I won't. It's true. And remember that box of letters you said that you kept with unsent letters which I said was so One Tree Hill and all that but it's totally romantic," Sarah babbled, sounding like a television set that someone had forgotten to turn off.
"Your point?" I asked, a hand on my hip. I dropped my dripping ice-cream into a trash can and we continued walking across the boardwalk.
"You need to give him the box and tell him how you feel," She concluded, sounding very happy at her revelation. Her brown eyes sparkled excitedly as she waited for my reaction.
"No way! Are you freaking crazy?" I demanded, though knowing her she probably was. Sarah just grinned at me, dancing in a circle around me.
"You've got to do that and you know it," She sang over and over again as she twirled around me with the gracefulness only a ballet dancer could possess. Sarah had taken several years of ballet before she gave it up saying it was too 'feminine'.
"Stop it, people are looking at us like we're from the loony bin," I muttered, throwing her a reprimanding look as a few passers by stared at my crazy friend and pointed.
"I don't care. You need to do it, Bonnie. It's the only way you'll ever be happy," She insisted, stopping the whirling and just standing and looking at me with the 'you know it' look.
I sighed, "I'm perfectly happy with Stefan," I lied, folding my arms across my chest.
"You just told me you don't really like him, didn't you?" Sarah scratched her forehead.
"Yes,"
"So….you need to be with Damon. He's in love with you still, I can tell these things," She insisted, her eyes glittering vividly from her excitement.
"Okay, cupid. But what if I go admitting my feelings and he totally throws them back in my face?" I asked her, a questioning look on my face.
"Then at least you'll have tried. Besides, like I, master cupid, said, he's gaga over you," Sarah insisted, making her eyes go cross eyed.
I burst out laughing, "You're still as silly as you used to be, Ara," I said, between peals of laughter.
"Hmm… stop changing the subject. You're going to tell him how you feel and give him the box," She stated, as if daring me to argue.
"Why do I have to? I'd rather suffer in silence," I cried out, knowing it was the truth. I was more the introvert type who liked to keep everything bottled in and to myself, while Sarah was my exact opposite; loud, shameless, bold, an extrovert.
"That's your problem. Let me tell you something, Caramel Crème. True love comes only once a lifetime. I learnt that from A Walk To Remember," She said, and I expected her to go off into one of her lectures about we can learn so much from that movie and of how hot Landon or whoever the male lead was, but she didn't. She just stared at me, a wistful look in her eyes.
"What do you know about true love, Ms. Promiscuous?" I demanded, causing her to giggle a little.
"I'm not promiscuous. I'm just trying to find the one," Sarah sang, as she took me by the arm and started leading me back towards the sidewalk.
We started walking back towards The Seaside Inn because it was evening by now and I needed to get back to Stefan and them all.
"So what are you going to do?" Sarah asked, once we were standing in front of the hotel. She put her hands on her hips and smiled at me.
"I'm going to tell Damon how I feel and give him the box of letters," I said, regretfully. I didn't know how I was going to be able to get out of this.
"Do you promise?" Sarah asked, her brown eyes focused on my green ones.
I sighed, "Yes, I promise once I get back to New York I'll come clean," I whispered, knowing now that I couldn't break my promise. I'd never broken a promise to Sarah and I wasn't going to start today.
"Okay," Sarah grinned, before leaning in to hug me. "I'll come over tomorrow. There's a Vegas themed party tomorrow night on the beach, are you in?"
"Sure," I smiled, because nothing was more fun than a party with Sarah. "Can Damon and Stefan and Andie come?"
"Of course. I'll get them invitations too," She promised, before she waved at me one time and started walking back to her house. I walked up to the hotel, feeling sick to my stomach. How was I going to admit my feelings to Damon and give him the letters? What had Sarah gotten me into?
I sighed as I walked into the lobby and towards my room. I unlocked the door and found Stefan sitting on the bed, putting his shoes on. His green eyes lit up as I closed the door behind me and came into the room. I walked over to him, kissing his forehead gently and then sitting down beside him.
"What's up? What did you do?" I asked, smiling a little at him.
"We hit the pool. It's an awesome pool. And now we're going to get dinner. Are you hungry?" Stefan asked, hopefully as he fastened his sneakers up and looked at me.
"I'm starving," I replied, "Just give me a minute to freshen up," I hurried into the ensuite bathroom and splashed my face a couple of times before tying my hair into an updo so that a few tendrils of hair were floating on either side of my eyes. I then applied some simple make-up and a spray of perfume before I was done. I hurried back out to Stefan who was waiting for me.
"Ready to go?" He asked, standing up and walking over to me. He offered his hand and I took it, wondering how he was going to react to the news of my loving Damon. Was I going to have to break up with him first? I'd better. I looked up into his green hopeful eyes and felt my heart break. Maybe I should wait a while to break his heart.
"Yes, I could eat a horse," I replied, pasting a bright but natural smile on my face. We started out of the room and down to the little restaurant the inn offered. Damon and Andie were already seated at a table, sipping soup. Damon was dressed in faded blue jeans and a black shirt while Andie was clad in a white flowing skirt and an orange halter top. She had a matching orange flower in her hair.
"Hey guys," I said, as we slid into the seats in front of them.
"Gee, thanks for waiting," Stefan put in, shooting a teasing smile at Andie and then a frown at his brother who just smirked up at us.
"Hey, it's not my fault. Damon ordered before I could get a word out," Andie protested, looking insulted.
"It's okay, we forgive you, Andie," Stefan said, smiling at her and making it obvious that we didn't forgive Damon.
"It's not Damon's fault he has no control over his stomach," I muttered, before I could stop myself. Andie giggled a little as she spooned creamy soup into her mouth while Stefan just didn't say anything. He picked up his menu and started looking through it.
"Bon Bon knows me," Damon winked at me across the table, and I just looked down towards my menu, feeling embarrassed for some reason. Maybe it was because I'd decided that I was going to admit my feelings towards this jerk or maybe it was just because he was Damon and he always made me embarrassed.
"What can I bring you?" A waiter with blonde hair and brown eyes stood over the table with a notepad and an expectant expression on his face. He smiled at me and Andie, who met his eyes steadily. I looked down at my menu.
"I'll have a tomato soup for starters and then some fried chicken and curry rice," I said, putting my menu down. He scribbled it down and turned to Stefan.
"What'll it be for you…sir?" He asked, scratching his forehead.
"Cream chicken soup and then the Seaside Lodge's special mega burger with fries," Stefan ordered, handing him both of our menus.
"Drinks?" The waiter asked, looking back at me.
"Umm, just water please," I specified, not feeling very much like drinking a soda or something.
"Mountain Dew," Stefan put in and the waiter hurried off with our orders.
Andie and Damon had finished their soup by the time we turned back to them and a waitress brought over their meals, winking at Damon. I felt slightly annoyed at the fact that every single female he came in contact with had to be interested in him. Sure, he was hot, but still, he did have a girlfriend. I bit on my nails as I watched Andie and Damon make easy conversation. As I watched, I noticed something. I didn't have to be Cupid to realize that Andie didn't look like she was in love with Damon. Instead, her eyes kept darting over to a table on the side with a guy with dark brown hair and gray eyes who was sitting with a girl who looked very similar to him with the same colored hair and eyes. I assumed she was his sister. Every so often the guy would turn and make eye-contact with Andie, looking annoyed at Damon. Who was this guy?
I turned back to Damon, feeling worried that I'd promised Sarah I'd tell him how I felt. Maybe I should just give him the letters. But I'd promised. I could never break my promise to Sarah. I looked at his gorgeous blue eyes and luscious black hair and knew that I wanted him, not just because he was hot but because he completed me. I decided that I would take a chance. I would tell him how I felt and/or give him the letters when we got back to New York. It may not end well but I knew that I had to do it if I ever wanted to be happy again.
A/N: A very short but crucial chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed on the last one and I hope you liked this… I sure liked writing it!
Bonnie's decided to tell Damon but how will it end and what will happen with Stefan? Who's the guy Andie keeps looking at? Next chapter will reveal some very important answers…..
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