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"Bonnie!" she heard her father call from downstairs.

She groaned and looked at the clock on her bedside table. 6:59 am. FUCK! I've overslept. Bonnie shot out of bed and headed to her closet. I haven't even packed yet. She searched through her grimoire to find a quick spell that would help her pack.

"Bonnie!" her father shouted again.

"I'm coming dad!" she shouted.

"You have young man downstairs here for you."

Crap, Damon was on time. Wait … Damon was on time. Shit.

"Don't invite him in, dad!"

"What? Don't worry I'll keep him company while you get dressed."

Great, just fucking great! Damon had just gotten an invitation into her house. Now he can come and go as he pleases. Bonnie found the spell she was looking for and said it quietly. She heard her father and Damon talking downstairs. She glanced at the clock and saw 7:05 am, well I'm already behind, might as well just take a shower.

"I'm sorry my daughter has kept you waiting so long," Harrison Bennett said.

"You shouldn't be apologizing, that's Bonnie's job," Damon said.

"May I offer you a cup of coffee?"

"I would like that thank you."

Harrison left and went into the kitchen. Damon surveyed the house. So this is what inside Bonnie's house looks like, interesting. Damon was a little annoyed that Bonnie was running late but he could use this to get her to let him drive. Her father was friendly, he decided. He didn't have to compel the man to let him into the house, he just told him to come right in.

When her father returned, Damon heard the shower running upstairs. Not only is she late but she took the time to take a shower too? Oh yeah, I'm definitely driving. He took the mug of coffee from the old man and Damon wondered whether or not he was a witch as well.

"So I've never met you before, you said your name was Damon?" Harrison asked.

"Yes."

"How do you know my daughter?"

Was her father living under a rock for the last two years? Did he know about anything that was going on at all?

"Her friend Elena,"

"Ah, Elena, always was such a spirited young woman," he paused, "it's a shame that she's lost so much."

Damon took a sip of his tea. He listened and heard the shower still running, how long does a witch take to get clean? As far as he was concerned she could have said a simple spell and gotten ready in record time. He put the mug on the coffee table and tuned into the conversation with her father.

"Yeah, it's a tragedy."

"So are you and my daughter dating?"

Damon smiled. Should he tell her father they were dating? On one hand it would be hilarious and on the other hand Bonnie would be furious. No, he wasn't going to say they were dating.

"No, we are just good friends."

"Oh, good friends," he winked, "I see."

Damon fought the urge to laugh out loud. Bonnie's father was trying to set them up. He thought there was more to relationship than there was. Damon didn't see Bonnie in a romantic way, did her? No, Damon shook his head. Bonnie was a friend, she was there for him when he needed one. He didn't like her … right?

"Your daughter is great and any guy would be lucky to have her," Damon paused, "she's saved my life a couple of times."

"What do you mean?"

He paused, "Just that she helped me when I needed it."

"That's my Bonnie," her father beamed, "promise me that you'll take care of her on your trip?"

"Most definitely, Mr. Bennett," Damon replied.

Damon heard Bonnie's footsteps and turned around to look at his companion. She had her bag in tow and her hair was still wet from the shower. She had it up in a ponytail and had sunglasses in her hair.

Bonnie had spent a while taking a shower, she hadn't realized until she looked at what time the DVR was saying, they were now going to be an hour behind. Bonnie stared at Damon with displeasure.

'Bonnie sweetie, your friend is nice."

"Really?" she paused, "he didn't compel you to say that did he?"

"No, but I would have liked to know that you were going to a travel with a vampire."

Damon stared at the Bennetts. Her father knew that he was a vampire and hadn't said anything, not once. Both Bennetts looked at him as if they sensed his confusion, they smiled.

"I'm not dumb, Damon," Harrison said, "My daughter has filled me in on what's going on in town."

"And you still invited him in dad!" Bonnie scowled.

"That's your punishment for not telling me you were going with Damon."

"To spite me? You invited a vampire into the house, to spite me!"

Damon watched as the older Bennett walked over to his daughter and kissed her on the forehead. The exchanged was so fatherly and sweet, that Damon felt he was intruding on their intimate time. He looked away.

"Anyways," Harrison said, removing himself from his daughter's embrace, "You guys better get going on the road it's almost 8."

"That would be your daughter's fault," Damon stated, "she's always poor with time."

"I agree, you should have seen her when she was younger, she took forever to put on her training bras."

"Ok!" Bonnie said grabbing Damon and her bag, "Let's go."

Damon followed Bonnie to the door and offered to help her by carrying the bag for her. Bonnie stopped and gave her father a quick peck on the cheek.

"Bye, dad, I'll call you when I get there."

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Bennett," Damon said extending his hand.

Harrison shook the vampire's hand and whispered, "Have fun with my daughter, but not too much fun. I would say wear a condom but vampires can't impregnate women, so that's a plus in your department."

Damon couldn't resist, he laughed. Bonnie tugged on his arm and asked what her father and said to him. Damon didn't reply.

"Bye guys!" he father shouted and waved at them walking down the driveway. He smiled; a lot can happen in a week. He shut the door.

"Give me the keys," Damon said to the witch after he put their bags in the car.

"What? No!" Bonnie frowned.

"Yes, I'm driving, now had over the keys," Damon extended his hands for Bonnie to put the keys in.

"Why would I let you drive Damon?"

"Because you're the reason we are late, I got here 7 am," he paused, "sharp."

Bonnie glared at Damon, she knew he was right. It was her fault that they were late. Bonnie threw her keys at him and opened the passenger door.

"Wow that was easy."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and put on her shades. Damon entered the car and started the engine, reversing out of the driveway.

"Are you not going to use the GPS?" Bonnie queried.

"Bon, I've been around for almost two centuries, I know my way to New York."

"Ok, Mr. Know it all," Bonnie said mockingly, she turned on her radio, "Play, Bonnilicious Playlist."

Bonnie sunk into her seat and started to sing along with Journey's Don't Stop Believing. She had a ten hour drive to NYC with Damon Salvatore, she was convinced that the only reason that she had been able to deal with him was because there weren't in a closed space for a long period of time.

"Thank you, by the way," Damon said, which brought Bonnie back from her thoughts.

"You're welcome."

"Do you even know what I'm thanking you for?"

"Yes, I saved you from the Elena monster." she laughed.

"Cute."

They drove along in silence for a while and before Bonnie knew it she had fallen asleep. When she awoke it was noon and she was hungry. Damon must have heard her stomach because he came off at the next food exit and drove to TGI Friday' entered the restaurant and were greeted by the host who immediately beamed at the sight of Damon. She led them to a table in the restaurant and told them that their waiter would be with them shortly.

"Do you ever get tired of that?" Bonnie asked as she sat down.

"Tired of babes hitting on me? Nope."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot," he said cheekily.

The waitress came to the table and of course, began flirting with Damon. Bonnie was annoyed. The waitress, Marla, kept flipping her brunette hair and giggling.

"I'd like to order before I die of hunger," Bonnie said.

Damon glanced at the witch; where had that come from? He stared at Bonnie who was clearly agitated.

"I apologize on the behalf of my companion."

"Companion?" she asked, "Does that mean your single?"

"Ok, listen, Marla? That's your name? If you're not going to take our order then get us a waitress that will."

"Listen here, missy, you do not speak to me in that tone."

"I don't, but I'm pretty sure your manager does."

Damon was silent as he watched the two ladies engage in a stare off. Why was Bonnie acting this way? Was she jealous? Nah, she was probably just hungry. Damon turned to the waitress.

"You do not find me attractive," he compelled.

"I do not find you attractive," she repeated.

"You don't remember what she said to you and you're only here to take our orders."

"I don't remember what she said to me and I'm only here to take your orders."

Bonnie gave Marla her order and the waitress left then returned with their drinks. Bonnie took a sip of her drink and placed the glass on the table. Damon was giving her a look.

"What?"

Damon shrugged.

"I get irritable when I'm hungry."

Damon gave her a non-committal shrug.

"What are you thinking Damon?"

"Just that I'd never want to see you hungry again," he smiled.

She laughed, "I'm sorry, I was out of it wasn't I?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."

"Jealous of what?" she laughed, "certainly not you."

Marla arrived with their food and Bonnie dug into. Damon was captivated as he observed her devouring the food. She was savoring every taste and making very sexual moans. She looked up and caught him staring.

"What?"

"You really like food,"

"Yeah, I can't cook but I love to eat."

"Maybe, I'll cook for you on day," he said with a wink.

Bonnie smiled. About an hour later they left the restaurant and headed on the road again.

Damon and Bonnie were driving for about two hours. They hadn't argued with each other and started playing ridiculous car games. Damon criticized her taste in music and she criticized his taste in women. Damon had to admit, he was having fun. Damon looked at his watch; it was 3 o'clock they should have been nearing the border of Pennsylvania by now.

"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked, noting the shift in the air.

"Nothing," Damon mumbled.

"Don't lie to me, what's wrong Damon?"

"Read your book, Bonnie, everything is alright."

Damon watched as the exit sign said Thorton. Thorton, that sounds familiar. Thorton was in West Virginia, FUCK! He should be going north not west. Bonnie is going to kill me. Damon continued driving for the next few hours while Bonnie was preoccupied reading her book.

I have to fix this. It seems that Damon had taken the wrong exit after they made their pit stop. He decided to head to Pittsburg and then go to NYC from there. He looked over at Bonnie who was fast asleep and sighed. She is literally going to kill me.

Bonnie awoke when she felt the car come to a sudden stop. What the hell? She sat up and watched as Damon tried to maneuver them from the road block. Bonnie took out her phone to look at the time; 8:09 p.m. and they still weren't in New York. She looked through the window and saw a sign 'Pittsburg Next 3 exits.' Pittsburg? Why are we near Pittsburg? It took Bonnie a few moments but she connected the dots.

"Damon, YOU FUCKING MORON!" she shouted.

"Calm down Bonnie."

"Calm down? Calm down? We are in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

"So I missed an exit or two, sue me," Damon fastened his grip on the steering wheel.

"All you had to do was follow I-81N Damon, it's not rocket science!"

"Sorry if I was too preoccupied with our conversation to pay attention to the exits!"

"Not my fault you're a dumbass!"

Damon glared at her. He knew she would be upset. That's why he hadn't told her when he had realized they missed a couple of exits. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Bonnie."

"Whatever."

"Ok, we are going to Pittsburg and we can get a motel for the night and then continue on to New York."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and took out her cellphone, she had 10 new messages. She was tired and it didn't make sense to continue travelling, they would be out of gas soon and besides they had been driving for practically 12 hours.

"Fine," she said, "but I'm driving to New York and we are using a GPS."

"Ok."

They drove in silence for the rest of the ride, the air was thick with tension and Bonnie took the time to return her text messages. There was one from Matt asking if she was ok and a couple from Elena and Caroline. Damon pulled up in front of a motel that oozed cheap. However, it seemed to be the only place they could shack up in. They walked into the motel and the receptionist informed them that they would be able to get two rooms beside each other. Damon told him they would take it.

They walked to the rooms and opened the doors. The outside of the motel might have been crappy but the inside was gorgeous. Bonnie put her bag on the table and went to check out the bathroom. Damon was in the room beside her. She was about to call her father when she heard a knock on the door. She ignored Damon.

Half an hour had passed since Bonnie had spoken to her father, assuring him that everything was alright. Bonnie realized that she hadn't eaten since noon and was starving. She got up and opened the door, to find Damon standing there with a Wendy's bag.

"I come bearing food and apologies," Damon said holding up the bag.

Bonnie glared at him for a moment before opening the door, "Get in."

They sat in silenced and Damon stared while Bonnie ate the salad. The way that girl ate stirred up something in him. Maybe he needed blood? No he just drank from a pretty blonde in the restaurant. He looked at the way she licked her lips, her lips were so plump and kissable. Damon involuntarily kissed his lips. She looked up and stared angrily at him. She was still mad at him, he could tell. He watched as she finished her dinner and threw it away. She then pointed at the door signaling for him to leave.

"Dammit, Bonnie, how many times do I have to apologize?"

"I don't care!"

"You're being totally unreasonable!"

"I'm being unreasonable? I don't have a right to be upset after Mr. I-know-the-world-because-I've-been-alive-for-almost-two-centuries, gets us lost!"

"Well, maybe if you shut up when I'm driving I wouldn't have missed the exit."

"Oh, so now it's my fault that you're just too arrogant and couldn't admit to needing the GPS?"

"Fuck you Bonnie Bennett!"

"Fuck You Damon Salvatore!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, "I swear the worse thing I could have done was to try and be your friend!"

"Oh the savior is regretting her decision!"

"Shut up! At least I didn't fall in love with my brother's girlfriend!"

"No, you fell for you're a guy who was practically your adopted brother!"

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! YOU INSUFFERABLE ASSHOLE! I WENT OUT A LIMB TRYING TO HELP YOUR ASS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? BY GETTING ME LOST? INSULTING ME? I SWEAR DAMON, YOU-"

Her last statement was cut off as Damon crushed his lips against hers.

I can't cook, no, but I can clean up the mess she left.