A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reviews, favorites and follows. I'm not sure how many chapters I will have but the story will definitely be done before September 1st because that's when I go back to school and I wouldn't want to leave you guys hanging like that. The story is supposed to go with the song so probably at most ten chapters? But that's if my imagination doesn't take over. I added the little part about the book at the end because my friend just purchased said book and I thought it was hilarious!

Disclaimer: TVD or its characters do not belong to me. They belong to the CW and LJ Smith.

Who did Bonnie Bennett think she was anyways? Damon thought to himself. I'll be damned if I walk back to Mystic Falls, maybe I'll just wait here for an hour or hope some pretty young thing decides to drive by. Damon stood planted in the ground, unmovable.

When did Bonnie become so assertive? Then again, she kind of always was. She never put up with any of his bullshit and it took a while for her to forgive him for turning her mother. Man, did I have to work for her forgiveness, he thought.

Damon stared out in to the horizon, and then looked at his watch; there was no doubt in his mind that no one would be driving on this road any time soon. Damn witch!

So what if he had was having moments when all he wants to do is whore around and drink. He just got rejected! Again! It's your fault Damon, you had to choose the one girl you couldn't have. He kicked a rock with his foot and began walking in the direction which Bonnie had driven away in.

Maybe Bonnie was right, maybe he really needed to get his priorities in check. Maybe it was time he let Elena be happy with Stefan. After all that Stefan had done to save his brother, maybe he owed him that much.

Maybe it was time to let go of the past.

Bonnie stared at the clock on the kitchen wall in frustration. Why wasn't he back yet? It had been well over an hour since she left him on the side of the road. Maybe something had happened to him? That was highly unlikely. She knew Damon was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Just like she knew he was definitely pissed and would try to attack her as soon as he got his vampire abilities back. So where the hell was he?

Bonnie got out of the chair and carried her mug over to the sink. She turned the tap on and watched as the water flowed down the drain. Maybe I was too hard on him? No. No she was not. Damon Salvatore was an impulsive, arrogant vampire. He needed to be spoken to in that manner, it was the only way he would actually think about the words that were being said to him. Damon, where are you?

Bonnie didn't care for Damon, not exactly. She was more concerned about what his actions would do to the people around him. She knows that if Damon ended up killing tonight, it would be her fault because she had made him really angry. She turned the tap off, and leaned against the counter. However, deep inside Bonnie knew that was not the only reason why she felt the need to help. She knew that her opinion mattered to him, not as much as Elena, but it matters.

"Do not be stupid Damon," she muttered to herself as she headed to her room.

The dark haired vampire stared at the brunette witch as she made her way up the stairs. I should just rip her throat out and drain her dry, Damon thought, but he could not. Not because he wasn't invited into her home. No, he could not attack her because he did not want to.

He watched as her silhouette stopped before the window in the bedroom, staring out. Probably looking for me, he mused; maybe I should do her the favor and just attack her since she wants it so badly. Damon watched as Bonnie shut the window and make her way to the other side of the bedroom. The lights went out.

Damon didn't want to attack the witch because she had helped him. She had given him the perfect opportunity to reevaluate his choices in life. Bonnie's spell had worn of in a lesser time than she had originally said. Witch got her calculation wrong, ha!

Even though the spell had worn off early, Damon had continued to walk back to Mystic Falls. He valued the time that he had to be inside his head and he realized that he had spent almost two centuries chasing after two girls who both chose Stefan. Two girls with the same face, who ended up leaving him with the same heartache.

Damon felt as if he had just gone through a period of enlightenment. Maybe I went on a pilgrimage to Mecca, he chuckled. He knew he had to let go, there was no choice. Somewhere along the way he lost sight of who he really was. During this 'journey' he had begun to regain a sense of who he was pre Katherine and Elena. Thanks to the damn witch, who did it in a way I am not too pleased about, or maybe he was pleased about the way she had handled the situation. Nevertheless, he was grateful.

Damon headed towards the beautiful house radiating in the moonlight.

Bonnie heard the doorbell go off and knew without hesitation that it was Damon. She reached for the robe that was draped along the chair beside her bed and pushed her feet in to her fluffy bedside slippers. Hundreds of spells going through her mind as she made her way down the steps to the front door. Better to be safe than sorry, she thought. Once she was at the door and turned the knob, she felt a little tense.

"Damon, I will barbeque your ass, if you try to attack me and no I am not going to invite you in to my home," she said as the door revealed her porch.

Bonnie stood frozen for a while, with a look of confusion on her face. There wasn't anyone outside, instead she saw a bouquet of flowers. Bonnie took the bouquet in her hands to examine it closer. This wasn't a bouquet of normal flowers; this bouquet consisted of vervain and wolf's bane. Bonnie saw that there was a note attached and unfolded it to read.

'Thank You. I needed this. I guess this means I owe you one?' she smiled to herself as she read the note. He had taken what she said in to consideration. Damon Salvatore had listened to her, Bonnie Bennett. Maybe things were going to be different, maybe.

"Actions speak louder than words, Damon," she said as she closed the door.

Damon smiled when he heard he last words. Oh he would show her alright. He would show her just how different things were about to be. Damon sped away to the Salvatore mansion. He opened his door and stepped inside. He heard Elena and Stefan giggling upstairs. They were happy and he knew without a doubt that one day he would be happy too.

As Damon made his way up to his room and he felt a flood of relief. He stopped in his tracks and saw a book floating in the air. The witch and her parlor tricks, he smiled. He reached for the book and read the tittle, 'It's Called A Break-up Not A Breakdown: Get over the big one and change your life-for good!'

"Real funny, Bennett," he said sarcastically as he placed the book on the table outside his door and shut the door. Ok, witch let's see how boot camp you can actually get. He turned his bedroom lights off.

Slow motion sparks, you've caught that chill, now don't deny it.