The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.

Chapter 12

Enzo

He was determined to have a party tonight, even though he wasn't a fan of parties. Never really has been. He just like how they block out all the noise inside his head and what he was hoping was that tonight's will block out the sound of his dad's voice.

Bonnie bailed on him when they got back to their houses, muttering something about finding her father. Enzo offered to go with her, but she declined and took Rebekah instead. He let her be because he sensed she needed space. He was fine with her taking some time as long as it wasn't the space of five hundred miles.

He and Damon were taking a break from working on the car to plan the party. After a massive amount of text messages were sent out and a couple of keggers ordered by Damon, they were good to go.

They hung around in the kitchen, waiting for people to start showing up when clouds start rolling in and thunder rattles at the windows.

"Can I ask you something?" Damon asked abruptly.

Enzo takes out a frozen burrito from the freezer and drop it on a plate. "Sure. What's up?"

"Don't take this the wrong way." He tips back in his chair. "But what is it with Bonnie? Why are you so fixated on her? You have like a ton of girls falling at your feet all the time and you used to totally be all into it. Then suddenly you weren't and it was all about her."

"I wasn't ever into the girls falling at my feet. I was just bored." he popped the plate into the microwave and press start.

Damon grabs a handful of chips from a bag on the table. "Okay, but that still doesn't answer my question."

He crossed his arms, uncomfortable with the awkward heart-to-heart moment. "I'm not sure, but why do you care?"

"I'm just curious because you've never talked about it."

"Yeah, but we don't talk about a lot of stuff."

Damon lets the chair legs reconnect to the floor. "Look, I'm not asking you to open up and spill your feelings out to me, so quit being weird. I just want to understand because I've known both of you practically forever."

The microwave beeps and Enzo turned to it. "It was the night of the snowboarding incident. That's when I realized things were different."

"When she broke her arm?" he asks. "And you had to take her to the hospital."

Enzo nodded. "You remember how she fell off the roof and then didn't get up right away and certain people were yelling that she was dead."

"Hey, I was drunk," Damon gripes because he was the one yelling. "And she looked dead to me."

"Well, that's when I knew." Enzo took the burrito out and set it on the counter. "Thinking she was dead was seriously the most terrifying thing that's ever happened to me. More than the idea of my father never returning. More than my own death."

Damon nods, trying to make sense of his friend's babbling. "Okay..."

Enzo slammed the microwave door shut and sit down at the table. "Hey, you asked."

He taps his phone on the table. "What do you think of Beka?"

"She seems nice." Enzo gets up and grab a soda from the fridge and then toss one to Damon. "And she seems to be into you, I guess."

He taps the top of the can, and then flips the tab. "Yeah, but she barely knows me."

Sipping his soda, Enzo sits back down. "Everyone barely knows you."

He shrugs, staring out the window. "I never really understood the point of that whole get-to-know-you thing."

The house phone rings and their conversation ends. Enzo inhale the rest of the burrito as the answer machine beeps.

"Um, hi... this message is for Lorenzo." It's his father's voice.

Enzo freezed, gripping the edge of the table.

"Look, Alexandria, I understand that he's pissed at me, but I need to talk to him. It's important, okay? And he hung up on me yesterday morning... I thought maybe if you encouraged him to call me?" He sounds frazzled. "I don't know... look, I'm sorry." He hangs up.

Enzo release the table from his death grip, got up, and deletes the message from the phone. When he turned around, Damon's on his feet. The hole that he punched in the wall hasn't been fixed and Enzo thought about hammering his fist through it again.

"We should get our shit picked up before it rains," Damon says, staring at the sky through the window.

Enzo popped his knuckles and walk for the door. "Sounds like a plan."

Bonnie

She found her dad at the bar. It's the first place she looked, but it's disappointing that it was so easy. Rebekah waited for her in the car, because Bonnie asked her to. When she walked in, she spotted him slumped over in a barstool with an empty cup in front of him. Beau, the bartender, was wiping down the counters with a rag. When he sees her in the entryway, he holds up his hand.

"You're going to need to show me your ID, before you come in any further." He drapes the cleaning rag over his shoulder and walks around the counter toward her.

"It's me, Beau," she says, "Bonnie Bennett."

His eyes widen. "Holy shit. You're back."

She nodded. "I am, but only for the summer."

He rubs his hand on his bald head. "Where were you anyway? No one really seemed to know."

"In Las Vegas, going to school." she points at her father. "I should probably take him home, I'm guessing."

Beau glances back at her father. "He stumbled in here early this morning. I wasn't even opened up yet, but he was already too drunk to understand when I tried to explain to him that we were closed."

"I'll take him home," she tells him and he lets her by. "I'm sorry he's been so much trouble for you."

He drops the rag on the counter and helps Bonnie get her dad to his feet. He smells like he showered in a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"I don't mind him being here, Bonnie," Beau says. "But I'm starting to feel guilty about it. For the last few months, he's been showing up more and more. I think he might have a problem."

"He's had one for a while." she drapes her dad's arm over her shoulder and Beau does the same with his other arm.

Rudy Bennett mumbles an incoherent objection and then something about missing her and wanting it to all go away. They dragged him outside and Rebekah hops out of the car. She doesn't say anything as Beau and her lies Rudy down in the back of the car.

It's starting to sprinkle and lightning snaps across the sky.

"Thanks for helping me get him out," Bonnie tells Beau, shielding her eyes from the raindrops.

Beau rubs his neck tensely. "Have you ever considered getting him some help?"

"What do you mean? Like rehab?" she shouted over the thunder.

He shrugs. "Or AA. Something that will help him get his life together."

Bonnie scratched her head, confused. Why hadn't it occurred to her? Panic starts to claw up her throat and guilty feelings about her mother's death consume.

"Just think about it," Beau says, giving her a pat on the arm. "And if you need any help, you know where to find me."

Bonnie thanked him again and jump into the car. She waited for Beka to say something, but when she opens her mouth, it's not what she was expecting.

"My older sister Freya, was a drug addict," she says quickly. "For like a year."

Bonnie stop chewing on her gum. "I didn't know that."

"I know. Not a lot of people do. My family is very firm on keeping our dirty laundry to ourselves." She rotates in her chair to look at Bonnie's dad snoring on the backseat. "But I wanted to tell you so that you know that I understand how hard it is to watch someone you care about hurt themselves."

Bonnie turned the car down her street and the tires splash puddles onto the hood as they hit the potholes. "Why did you never tell me before?"

"Why didn't you tell me about your dad?"

"I don't know." Who is this girl sitting next to her? "So my life doesn't scare you?"

She arches her eyebrows and sits forward in her seat. "I wouldn't go that far, but your personal life doesn't."

There are three large Keggers on Enzo's back porch when they pull up to Bonnie's house. The garage door is wide open and his car is missing. The rain is pouring down and flooding the sidewalk and the tree next to the house sways in the wind.

"They must have gotten the car fixed," she says, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Dammit." Rebekah smacks her hand on her knee and a smile expands across her face. "I was so looking forward to watching Damon bent over the hood."

Bonnie snorted a laugh. "Well, that wasn't really my point," she says when she stopped laughing. "We somehow have to get him out of the car and into the house and I was going to have Enzo help."

Rebekah and her turn toward the backseat, trying to figure out a way to get her dad out.

"Maybe we could ask your brother?" Rebekah suggests.

Bonnie's eyes roam to the Porsche parked in front of them. "I'm not sure he'll help even if we ask him."

"It doesn't hurt to try."

"Yeah, you're right." Bonnie sighed and text Jamie to come help. He doesn't answer, but a few minutes later the back door swings open. Jamie steps out, barefoot, with a hoodie pulled over his head. He doesn't say anything when he swings the door open. Rebekah hopped out of his way and he ducks inside the car and drags our father out. Bonnie scrambles out of the car and hold the back door open for him. He lets their dad lean his weight on him and he aides him to the living room sofa.

"Where did you find him?" Jamie asks her as he turns Rudy to his side in case he throws up.

"At the bar." She placed the duvet from the back of the couch over her dad and he snuggles up to it like a child. "Beau helped me get him to the car."

Jamie presses his lips together, and bobs his head up and down. "That's where I figured he was, but I didn't want to go looking for him."

"You know I'm not even old enough to be in a bar, right?"

"And I'm old enough to know that I don't want to deal with this shit anymore."

Bonnie opened her mouth to yell at him but zip her lips and shake her head, regaining power of her temper.

He backs toward the stairway. "I've had enough. I'm moving on with my life and you should do the same." He leaves her in the room alone with a heavy feeling in her heart.

Bonnie'd love to move on, but she wasn't sure how. Running away to Vegas for eight months sure as hell didn't help because she was almost back to where she started.

Rebekah and her decide to go to the Mystic Grill, the local fast food drive-in, to get some lunch. After they hook the food tray to the window, they ate in the car and listen to music.

The rain is still beating down, but softer, although the roof is draining onto the front of the hood. They were chatting about the group of guys sitting on the tables underneath the canopy, when Rebekah focuses the conversation to somewhere she didn't want to go.

"So where did you and Enzo run off to this morning?" she asks, sipping her soda and batting her eyelashes innocently.

Bonnie dipped a fry in the ranch cup balanced on the console. "Nowhere. He just chased me down the street."

She dumps some more ketchup onto her chicken sandwich. "Then why did both of you come back soaking wet?"

Bonnie's body tingles at the memory of Enzo and her rolling around in the grass. "One of the neighbor's sprinklers turned on while we were running across it."

"Seems like you were awfully wet just from being in the sprinklers for a few minutes." She dabs her lips with a napkin. "And you look really happy right now."

Bonnie forced back a smile and pick the pickles off her burger silently.

"If you don't want to tell me," she says. "Then you don't have to."

"I'm just not comfortable talking about Enzo," she explained. "When I don't even know how I feel about him."

"Okay, well you could talk to me about it. That's how friends help each other figure things out." She pauses, cleaning up some grease that dripped on her shirt. "Didn't you ever have a friend that you could talk to about everything?"

Bonnie shrugged and take a bite of her burger. "Enzo, maybe, but I can't talk to him about him."

Rebekah looked at her sadly. "Try talking to me then."

Bonnie chewed on a fry, trying not to choke. Once it's out there, it's real. "I'm not sure I can."

"Just try," she urges. "What's it going to hurt?"

Bonnie stirred the ranch with a fry. "Enzo kissed me on the front lawn. That's why we came back all wet. We were lying on the grass, getting soaked by the sprinklers and making out."

"Did you like it?"

"Like what?"

She rolls her eyes. "The kiss."

"I like it every time he kisses me," she says nonchalantly. "Yet at the same time, I don't. My feelings are conflicted."

"Because you don't know what you want?" Rebekah asks.

"No, I think I do know what I want," Bonnie mumbled, stunned by her own answer. "I just won't admit it."

She says, "I think you just did."

Bonnie continued thinking out loud. "I think I might have figured it out that night on the bridge..." Her mind starts to drift back to that night as she stared at the rain pattering against the windshield.

Rebekah slurps her soda. "What happened the night on the bridge?"

"I kissed Enzo." Bonnie shut her eyes, drifting back to the memory, not on the bridge but somewhere else they went that night. They were in his car talking. He seems happy and so did she.

Rebekah giggles. "I knew it. I knew he wasn't just a friend. So tell me the details, like what happened after the kiss."

Bonnie's eyes open to a veil of rain on the window as the images drift away from her mind. "Nothing. I left for college."

She balls up the sandwich wrapper and sets it in the bag. "You just left? God, no wonder you two visually undress each other. The sexual tension between you is probably about ready to burst."

Bonnie started to deny it, but realize Beka was right. She wanted Enzo so badly it physically hurts sometimes, however if it hurts to want him this much, then how bad would it be to lose him?

"Speaking of the devil." She rolls down the window as Enzo's Chevelle pulls up beside them. "What are you like stalking us or something?"

Damon leans over from the passenger side and hollers, "How did you ever guess?"

Enzo's extremely quiet, as he reads the menu on the marquee. The waitress came over and ducks her head into the cab of the car, sticking out her butt. Rain falls on her back as she jots down their orders and then giggles at something either Enzo or Damon said. Either way, it's annoying. Bonnie piled all the garbage onto the tray, start up the car, and rev up the engine, startling the waitress and everyone else.

Rebekah gapes at her. "Bonnie, what are you doing?"

"Sorry," she apologized, feeling kind of bad, and put a tip on the tray. The waitress gave her a tight smile as she collects the tray and walks off to the order window.

Enzo hops out of the car and his boots splash in the puddles. He stretches his long legs and arms, and then winds around the back of her car and to her door. He taps his fist on the window. Sighing, she roll it down.

He crouches down so they were eye level and rests his arms on the seal of the window. "Do you want to explain what that was about?"

"An accidental slip of the foot," she says, knowing he's going to read straight through her bullshit lie. "Sometimes it happens."

"Not with you." His eyes twinkle like sapphires as raindrops bead down his face. "If you want my attention, just say so."

"I want your attention." The truth falls from her lips, shocking them both.

He kisses her on the forehead with his wet lips. "See, that wasn't so hard."

"Yes, it was," she surrendered, defeated. "But I'm tired."

"Of being someone you're not?"

"That among other things."

He lets out an unsteady breath and lowers his voice as he leans close to her ear. "Are you ready to talk about it?"

Bonnie shook her head. "Not yet, but maybe soon."

"I'm here when you're ready." He gives a soft suck on the sensitive spot right below her ear, and his tongue tastes her skin before he pulls away.

"You want to race home?" He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing her. "Loser owes the other one a favor."

Bonnie scrunch up her nose and glance over at his Chevelle. "I'm not stupid enough to think I could ever win that bet."

He laughs, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "I promise I'll go easy on you."

A naughty feeling dances inside her. "What if I don't want you to go easy on me?"

He's speechless, which is rare. His gaze bores into her and then he strides forward and kisses her. It's quick, but it steals my breath away.

What's going on guys? This week is the final shoot of the vampire diaries. Anyone seen the bts pictures of Bonnie in her maid of honor dress for Caroline's wedding. I'm still hoping on a proposal for Bonenzo. Sadly the news has broken about Enzo being the major character death coming up. He's going to try to protect Bonnie from Kai, who ends up killing him. I honestly have no clue what's happening. I do the spoilers about a resurrection for Enzo is true and before the Steroline wedding. Nina is also back. If Delena and Steroline are both getting some epic endgame, Bonenzo should as well.

What are you all hoping to see for Bonenzo in the finale?