The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.
Chapter Six
Enzo
The pain in her eyes nearly kills him. If it were possible, he'd go back in time and stop her from climbing down that goddamned tree that awful night. Maybe then, he'd still have his best friend.
Enzo decided to make a needed stop to try and get Bonnie out of her own head. He parked the car in an open space in front of the small bar and grill located in the heart of town, between the grocery store and the local sports shop.
Her face reddens as she takes in where they were. "Enzo, I'm really not in the mood for this right now. I have things to do and so does Beka."
"Come on, you haven't seen me play in ages," he wheedled, using his best seductive voice. "I'll just do one song. In and out and we're done."
"Sounds cool to me," Rebekah says from the backseat, finally relaxing a little now that they're far away from trailer park. "I love hearing bands and lead singers are always sexy."
"Enzo plays the guitar and sings by himself," Bonnie says with a flicker of possessiveness in her eyes. "He's not a lead singer. He's a solo singer."
"It's all the same to me." Rebekah pats Bonnie's head and in a way he think she's making a private joke with her. "Band or not, a guy who can sing and play is hot."
Enzo grin charismatically. "Come on, pretty girl." he winds a strand of her hair around his finger. "You know you want to come in and watch me be all hot and sexy, singing up on the stage. You know you've missed it."
Her eyes narrow at him as she fought back a smile. "You know that voice doesn't work on me. I've seen you use it on too many girls."
"I haven't used it on a girl since you left." he let the truth fall out. "And I don't want to use it on anyone - "
She covers his mouth with her hand. "I'll go in with you, but only if you stop talking about stuff that makes me uncomfortable."
"Wait. What about my car?" Rebekah scoots forward and fixes her hair using the rearview mirror. "It's getting late. Won't the shop be closed soon?"
Enzo moves Bonnie's hand away from his lips and entwine her fingers with his own. "We'll make it back in time. I promise."
Bonnie hesitates, staring at the town's grillhouse, were all the young adults hung out in this town.
Enzo squeeze her hand. "Come on, let's go in. You'll be okay."
She looks at their hands, and then her gaze lifts, giving a brief glance at his lips before resolving on his eyes. "Is everyone still hanging out here?"
"Hayley and Tyler still do, and also Sage and Damon," he says. "Jeremy doesn't really come around here anymore, though."
Her plump lips curled into a grin. "Because you punched him in the face."
"That might be part of it." he returns her smile and let go of her hand to climb out of the car. It feels like he might be getting somewhere with her.
She hops out and stretches, arching her back and sticking out her chest. It made him want to rip off her shirt, pull her in the backseat, and do things to her he'd never done with any woman he'd cared about before.
"What are you looking at?" She pulls the bottom of her tank top back over her stomach.
Bonnie really had no idea how beautiful she was. She never has. Enzo shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her. "Nothing, I'm just thinkin'."
She slams the door and they head across the packed parking lot. Enzo rest his hand on her lower back, but she wiggles away and sidesteps around Rebekah, putting her between us.
He frown. Maybe he wasn't doing as well as he thought.
Bonnie
If he keeps looking at her that way, her restraint is going to melt into a hot puddle. Enzo has the most gorgeous eyes she's ever seen, it waved with equal intensity. He was flirty with her, which he used to do jokingly all the time, and she'd played along.
But this was different now, it was more intense and real. It's like he's throwing his heart out into the open, which isn't how he used to be. At least with her. Except for the day she left.
The grill was cramped with people, even for a Saturday afternoon. Every booth and table was occupied and there's a guy with floppy brown hair playing the keyboard on stage, his voice off-key. The waitresses were working hard on the long line that extends all the way to the door.
"Where are we going to sit?" Rebekah scans the room. "There's no empty tables."
Enzo spots Damon and Sage at a corner table and waves at them. "Seat situation solved," he says, taking Bonnie's hand and leading the way.
Sage was this tall girl that always wore heavy eyeliner and had dark red hair. Her blue eyes zoned in on Enzo's hand tangled with her. Bonnie attempted to pull her hand away, but Enzo strengthens his grasp.
"Hey, Bonnie." She fakes a smile with her dark red lips. "What ya been up to?"
"Nothing much," she kept it simple, because simple is always better with Sage.
"And so we meet again." Damon flashes a dimpled grin at Rebekah and pulls out a chair for her. "You decided to stick around here for a while."
Rebekah looks up at him as she takes a seat. "Thank you. I kind of had to since my car was trashed last night."
Enzo drops down in the last empty chair at the table and starts to pull Bonnie down to sit on his lap. Her eyes sweep the room in search of an extra chair, but it's so packed that people have to stand near the walls.
"I don't bite, Bon." There was a challenge in Enzo's eyes. "Unless you ask me to."
Everyone at the table is watching her. Not wanting to make a scene, she sink down on his lap. Damon targets Enzo with a baffled look, which Enzo ignores and stole fries out of Sage's plate, which made her gasp.
He popped it into his mouth. "So what time's Open Mic?"
Damon's dark eyebrows plunge together. "Why? Are you thinking about playing again? Cause' all I can say is it's about fuckin' time."
"What do you mean again?" Bonnie asks, taking a fry from Enzo for herself. "Why hasn't he been playing?"
Damon shoves up the sleeves of his shirt, crosses his arms on the table, and directs Enzo with their secret-code look she has never been able to crack. Bonnie revolve her body to look at Enzo, but instantly regret it. His eyes were too intense and she was thrown out of her element for a second.
"You stopped playing?" she asked him. "Why would you do that? Isn't it your dream still?"
He shrugs, snaking his arms around her waist. "It's not the same without you here watching me."
"There were times I didn't watch you play." she puts her hands on his shoulders. "Even when I lived here."
He shakes his head and some of his hair fell across his forehead. "That's not true. You never missed one."
She thought back, knowing he was probably right. "I don't want you to stop living your life because I'm not here anymore."
"And I don't want you to be anywhere but here with me." He squeezes her hip and she instinctively jumped due to the heat between her legs.
"What can I get you?" The waitress interrupts them. They all read off what they wanted, and the waitress got particularly giggly when she writes down Enzo's order, even though she was sitting on his lap.
Her name was Vicki and Bonnie never liked her. She casually lean back against Enzo's chest, as if she was doing it by accident. No one seems to notice except for the waitress. And Enzo. His heart beat sped up as if the nearness of her body was driving him mad.
Vicki frowns and tucks the order book into her apron. "I'll be right back with your drinks."
Bonnie waits for Enzo to call her out, but he stays quiet and keeps his hands on the tops of her bare thighs. She knows it's wrong and that he's not hers. She made that clear the day she bailed, but she can't seem to help herself.
Enzo
Damon was looking at him like he was an idiot. Probably because he was smiling like an idiot, but he can't help himself. Bonnie got territorial with the waitress. She's never done that before, not even before she left.
"This band's interesting," Rebekah hollers over the banjo band playing up on stage. "Is this the kind of music you play?"
He, Damon, and Sage bursts out laughing. Even Bonnie covers her mouth, trying really hard not to laugh.
"No sweetheart, this isn't what I play." Enzo gulp my coffee. "Mines more..."
"Hot and sexy," Bonnie says and he stares at her. She ignores his gaze and adds, "Think more along the lines of Passenger meets Ruth B.."
Rebekah brushes some crumbs off the table. "Those indie folk rock artist you're always listening to when you're studying?"
Bonnie nods, but shifts awkwardly. "Yep that's it."
Enzo kept one hand on her leg, afraid if he release her completely, she'll run off again. He steals fries this time from Damon's plate. Rebekah starts chatting with Damon and Sage gets on her cellphone.
Enzo sweep Bonnie's hair to the side and put his lips to her ear. "So you think I'm hot and sexy, huh?"
She bites back a smile, pretending to be deeply immersed in the banjo song. "No, I said your music is hot and sexy."
"It's all the same." he place a kiss against her shoulder, relishing the softness of her skin, wanting her so goddamn bad he was getting a hard on just thinking about it.
Bonnie notices it too and squirms around in his lap, making it worse. "Down boy," she jokes with a nervous laugh.
They fit together so perfectly it's mind blowing and all those feelings he felt for her before she left come rushing back to him. He needed more of her. Now. Oblivious to everyone around them, his hands gradually slide up her thighs.
"Enzo." She protests with a quiver in her voice. "Don't. There are people..."
He silence her as his fingers brush the edges of her skirt.
"Alright, it's time for open mic." The waitress that undressed him with her eyes spoke into the microphone on the stage. "If you already haven't signed up, you can sign up with Zach over there." She points her finger at the owner, a middle-aged man sitting in the corner next to the speakers.
"I think that's your cue." Bonnie quickly gets up.
Before he heads up to the signup sheet, he spread his fingers across her lower back and whisper in her ear, "Don't think this is over because it's not."
She shivers and he strut off to the table with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Well, son of a bitch," Zach says from behind the table. "Look what the dog dragged in."
"Miss me that bad, huh?" Enzo jot down his name on the signup sheet.
"Are you kidding me?" he asks. "All we've had to listen to for the last few months is banjo music and a couple of hippies playing on the bongos. I swear it's like Woodstock all over again."
This made him laugh, dropping the pen onto the table. "Well it's nice to know I've been missed, I guess."
Zach fiddles with the volume of the amps. "More than missed. Please tell me you're going to start playing here again. I'm in desperate need of some draw-in. This place is going downhill."
Enzo smiles politely, backing toward the table. "Nah, probably not. I don't think I'm going to be sticking around here much longer. I've got places to go, people to see."
On his way back to the table, Enzo cross paths with Sarah Nelson. She was Zach's daughter, tall, with long black hair, and she's an amazing singer. He used to play with her back before she went on the road with a band. They were actually pretty close, but he hasn't talked to her since she left.
"Oh my God, I'm so glad I ran into you," she says and there's a little bit of pink lipstick on her teeth.
"Isn't everyone?" he tease walking backwards.
She laughs and swats his arm. "I see you still have that whole cocky attitude going."
Enzo drops the act. "So you're back in town?"
"Yeah, but only for a few weeks. Can we chat up after you play? There's something I really need to talk to you about. Something huge actually."
"How'd you know I was playing?"
She points a finger at the table. "I just saw you sign up."
"Alright, I'll catch up with you later." he waves good-bye, wondering what she could possibly want.
Bonnie
Damn Enzo. He's killing her with his touches and longing gazes and now he was going to sing. She had always had a soft spot for his voice. They'd sit on his bed and he'd strum his guitar while she sketched. Those were some of the perfect moments in her life.
"Bonnie, what's the matter with you?" Rebekah asks with an accusation. "You look a little flushed."
She sipped her latte and realign the holder in the center of the table, so she can't see her reflection in the stainless steel. "It's just a little hot in here. That's all."
"Yeah, sure it is." Rebekah would not stop looking at Bonnie, like she's trying to crack open her head.
As Enzo steps onto the stage not too far from their table, her heart starts to chant unspeakable words.
Sitting on a stool with his guitar on his lap he puts his lips up to the microphone, nibbling on his lip ring. "This one's called 'The Bells Still Ring.'"
He strums a chord with his eyes locked on her,
The maps of all faces told our tales, showed us where to go
And sometimes you read one, you already seem to know
The story you've been wishing for and a face you want to see
when you turn out the light, when you drift off to sleep
That's a road you want to travel, that's the place you want to be
and that is the girl in your dream
Trouble comes and trouble goes but love is like the open road
Roll down the window, breathe the air in
And when the darkness starts to choke, love's a light inside your throat
to heal the hurt to keep the warmth in
And so you read and you dream and get nervous 'cause it seems
like the words start to blur over time
But all things come and go, It's the way of the world
It's up to us, to keep it alive
And the breeze and the trees seem to whisper your name
You make me feel like a kid, you make me feel like a man
You're my everything and the bells still ring
"
With one lasting note, he ends the song. The crowd applauds and her eyes dart away from his penetrating gaze, and to the door. Bonnie wanted to run away like the room is on fire.
"Holy shit," Rebekah breathes, fanning herself. "You were right. That was HOT."
"I can play the drums." Damon taps his fingers on the table, and makes drum noises. "And I'm pretty good."
"Don't let him fool ya." Sage sips her beer and a smirk curls at her lips. "He can play the drums on Rock Band and that's it."
Damon shoots Sage a dirty look. "Would you quit it? It's not funny anymore."
Rebekah looks at her for an explanation.
"This is how they are," Bonnie explain with a heavy sigh. "They fight like cats and dogs."
Rebekah props her elbows onto the table and rests her chin on her hands. "Bon, doesn't your brother play drums?"
"Yeah, Jamie did," she says. "A little bit, anyway."
"Now Jamie's hot," Sage remarks, aiming to get under her skin.
Enzo collects his guitar and clears the stage for the next singer, a girl with pink and silver wavy hair who looks like she has a grudge against the world. A tall girl with long legs meets Enzo at the corner of the stage. Her name was Sarah and she was the daughter of the new owner of the Mystic Grillhouse, who Enzo played with her a few times.
She says something to Enzo and he laughs. A flicker of envy burns in Bonnie, but she suppress it quickly. Sarah leads him off the stage and Enzo's hand roams toward her back. He flashes Bonnie one last glance, before he ducks behind stage. She can't read him at all and that frightens her more than when she can.
Rebekah drinks her soy water and peeks at her over the brim of her cup. "I don't care what you say. That boy is in love with you."
Bonnie stay silent, tearing up a napkin until it's shaped like a heart. "He might be, but not the kind of love you're talking about."
"So, Bonnie," Damon interrupts and she swears he does it intentionally. If he did, she was thankful for it. "How's the city life?"
"Remarkable." Bonnie ruffles up the napkin and toss it into the empty plate.
"That doesn't sound very convincing." Damon drapes an arm on the back of Rebekah's chair and places his foot on his knee. "Don't you like it there?"
Bonnie force herself to cheer up and sit up straight. "Actually, it's pretty nice. There's a lot to do and the school is great."
"You're acting weird." Damon eyes her, rubbing his chin. "Something's got you all wound up."
"I'm completely okay," she says in denial. "Although, the excessive questions are a bit much."
Rebekah peers over at her. "He's right. You look upset or something." She feels her forehead. "You're not getting sick, are you?"
Enzo returns to the table and the grill had cleared out a bit. He grabs a vacant chair, pulls it up to the table, turning it backwards, and then sits down in it.
"So what are we up to for the rest of the night?" Damon asks while Enzo checks his messages on his phone.
"I got to take this pretty lady over here to get her car fixed by you." Enzo nods his head at Rebekah.
Damon looks pleased. "Wow, I'm honored to be the one to fix it."
Enzo slides his phone into his pocket. "We have to swing by Bonnie's house and pick it up, so meet us at the shop in like a half-an-hour."
"Absolutely." Damon waves the waitress over to give them the check.
"What do you think?" Enzo asks me. "Does it sound like a plan?"
Bonnie shrugs, distracted by where he went with that girl. "Yeah, sure."
Everyone takes their drinks to-go and they head for the door. Bonnie left hers behind, along with something else, but she wasn't not sure what.
Perhaps a piece of her new identity.
Enzo and her don't speak the entire drive home. It freaks Rebekah out a little and Bonnie was worried that the more time she spent here with her, the less time she's going to want to spend with her on campus. When they pulled into the driveway, there was a painful reminder of another reason she didn't want to come back home, it was waiting for her near the garage.
"Whose car is that?" Rebekah scoots forward in her seat. "It's gorgeous."
"Why is he here?" Bonnie grimace, scowling at the shiny red Maserati with New Jersey license plates.
"Now be nice," Enzo warns, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "He's your brother."
"But it doesn't make him less of an asshole," she mutters. "And he swore when he left, he was never coming back here ever again."
"That's your brother's car?" Rebekah asks. "Good God, what does he do for living?"
Bonnie press the tips of her fingers to the sides of her nose. "Who knows?"
"Well, how does he afford a car like that?" she requests interestedly.
"It's not his car," Bonnie say. "It's my mothers."
After Abby died, Jamie took the car. He acted like it was his right and maybe it was. He wasn't the one who'd snuck out of the house that night and left their mother alone.
"And that gorgeous car over there is yours," Bonnie remind Rebekah, diverting her attention elsewhere. "You should probably go get it fixed, before Damon wanders off from the shop."
She slumps back in the chair. "I'd really like to meet your brother first before I go."
"I'm sure he'll still be here when you get back." Actually she was hoping he'd be gone.
"Come on, Rebekah, we'll make it quick." Enzo opens the door. "We can drop it off and walk back. It isn't too far."
When Bonnie climb outside, he captures her gaze over the roof of the car. "Are you coming with us?"
"I think I need to stay." Bonnie's eyes travel to the back door. "Who knows why he's here and what he'll say to my dad? And I don't think dad can handle his shit."
Pressing his hands to the roof, he leans over. "But can you handle his shit?"
"I'll be fine," she assures him. "Just get her car fixed. She needs to get out before she gets sucked into this place."
"This town isn't that bad." Enzo closes the door. "You used to think the same thing."
"I also used to believe my mom would get better," Bonnie says. "And look what a crashing disappointment that was."
From the back of the car, Rebekah blinks at her, stunned. "Bonnie, I didn't know your mom was sick."
Enzo's expression was guarded. "Let's go, Rebekah. Bonnie's right, if Damon gets too bored, he'll bail."
They head for Beka's car and Bonnie heads up the driveway, wishing she could run back into Enzo's arms and ease the hole in her chest.
Enzo
He worries about Bonnie the entire drive to the shop. Jamie was never a good brother and at the funeral, he blamed Bonnie for their mother's death. He basically tore her to shreds. Maybe it was his way of mourning, but it was still a shitty thing to do.
"So what's up with Bonnie and her brother?" Rebekah asks, resting her arm on the console.
"I think that's something you should probably talk to her about." Enzo turns the car into the parking lot of the shop. "It's not really my story to tell."
Rebekah unclips her seatbelt. "Bonnie's never really told me much about her life. She has always been so quiet about it and I just thought it was her personality, but the way everyone talks about her around here, I don't think it is."
"She used to be pretty outspoken." Enzo reaches for the door, but hesitate, needing to get it off his chest. "The Bonnie I knew was not this proper girl next door, American Sweetheart you've been hanging out with. She had this fire in her and she didn't put up with anyone's crap. It got her into trouble a lot, but she was also the kind of person who would take the fall, even if it wasn't her fault."
"I think I saw that part of her when we stopped at a bathroom when we first got to town," Rebekah muses. "There was this guy there who was giving me crap and Bonnie nearly beat him up."
Enzo tries not to smile. "She did, did she?"
"Is that how she was when you knew her? Like a total badass?" Rebekah grins and he realized she's not as bad as he originally thought.
"Yeah, she was always kind of a badass." he shoves the door open and his boots scuff the gravel as he climb out.
There are a few cars parked in front of the metal building and both the garage doors are open. A truck is parked inside and the owner of the shop - Damon's dad was working under the hood.
"So what do you do?" Rebekah asks as they head to the entrance.
"A little of this," Enzo joke. "And a little of that."
"So it's a secret." She picks up on his vibe.
Enzo swung the chain attached to his jeans. "For now, it kind of is."
"Totally gotcha." She doesn't press and he likes her even more.
Damon was waiting for them in the lobby, slouched back in a chair with his shoes kicked up on the counter and his head slanted back. "It's about damn time. I was about ready to leave."
Rebekah starts to giggle as she takes out her phone from her purse. "You guys weren't lying."
Damon lowers his feet to the floor and stands up. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Enzo shrugs him off, resting his arms on the counter. "Bonnie and I just told her that if we didn't hurry up you'd get bored and leave."
"So you were talking about me behind my back." Damon walks around the counter by Rebekah. "You got the keys or did you leave them in?" Enzo toss him the keys and he catches them. "Where's Bonnie?"
"Her brother showed up," he explain. "She's back at her house."
Damon's eyebrows shoot upward. "And you left her there alone with him?"
"Only to drop this off," Enzo says. "Rebekah and I are gonna walk back."
Rebekah glances back and forth between Damon and Enzo. "Is something wrong with Bonnie's brother?"
"She'll be fine." Enzo leans against the glass door with his arms folded and check his watch. "But we should get back."
"I think I should stay here," Rebekah says, frowning at her phone.
"Are you sure?" he asks. "Damon will take good care of it."
She looks upset as she tosses the phone into her purse. "Yeah, I need to make sure everything's taken care of properly."
"Alright, can you find your way back to the house?" Enzo nudge the door open.
"I'll make sure she gets there," Damon offers.
Rebekah adjusts her purse on her shoulder and gives him a small smile. "Thank you."
"Alright, if it's okay with the both of you, then I guess I'll see you later." Enzo hiked across the parking lot, toward the street. It's getting late, and the odds of Rebekah's car being fixed by the end of the day are pretty fucking low. He took out his cell phone and text Bonnie.
Lorenzo: just wanna make sure ur ok?
He walked down the sidewalk fenced by houses and dried out lawns. This side of town was pretty crappy, which he was okay with now, but when he and Bonnie were kids, it was harder to deal with. Bonnie was always so curious about stuff. There were many times they got chased down for sticking their noses where they didn't belong and he got his ass kicked defending Bonnie quite a few times.
But he'd do it again in a heartbeat because when it all comes down to it, it's just him and her against the world. Always has been.
His phone buzzes inside his pocket and he check the message, surprised to see Bonnie screen name popped up.
Bonnie B: No, I don't think I am.
Without a second thought, he ran as fast as he could toward her house.
Song that Enzo sung was Malarkey's from his first EP, so you can check that out on itunes. Thanks for the reviews and follows, and faves. Next chapter focus on a bit of bonenzo bonding.