A/N: You guys crack me up with the reviews! Lol. I had to end the last chapter like that, it was fun! Ok, So someone commented that they liked the fact that I didn't make Papa Bennett a stern no nonsense kind of guy and honestly I felt like I had to because, almost every story you read he's scary and disapproving of Bonnie. I had a hard time trying to name him though. In other news, Damon may do some things that was pretty OOC this chapter, but this is my story and I like fun Damon plus, it's supposed to be a humorous story! Thanks for all the reviews, favs and follows. You make my heart beat with joy! :) Enjoy loves!

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Bonnie was frozen, utterly and completely motionless. She felt his lips move against hers and before she knew it, she was kissing back. Time stood still as their lips meshed. Bonnie momentarily forgot just who she was kissing. Damon ran his tongue against her bottom lip; she moaned softly then allowed him access. This was different than the stolen kisses with Jeremy; this was stirring something deep inside her. She placed her hands in his hair and deepened the kiss.

Damon was conscious of the fact that Bonnie Bennett was indeed kissing him back. He didn't even know why he decided to kiss her in the first place. There was something about the way she was eating and the way her blood smelled when she was angry. It sparked something and he had to know what her lips tasted like. Needless to say, he was not disappointed.

Bonnie vaguely recalled exactly what happened prior to make out session that was going on. I'm kissing Damon Salvatore. Suddenly, as if she realized exactly who she was kissing, she took a step back and slapped him.

"Ow!" he shouted, placing a hand to his cheek.

"Get out Damon," she said calmly.

"What? Bonnie-" he was cut off by the searing pain to his head, Bonnie was giving him an aneurysm.

"Damon leave," she paused, "now!"

He stared at her with confusion in his eyes and left, slamming the door. Bonnie sighed in frustration and walked over to the bed. What the fuck had just happened? She was confused. Damon had kissed her and even worse she had kissed him back! She heard a crash in the room next door and knew Damon was angry.

Why had Damon kissed her? Does he like me? She shook her as if trying to dismiss the thought but it was still there in the forefront of her mind. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 10 pm. She should call someone and speak with them. Her first thought was to call Elena but she decided against that. The next person she could have called would be Caroline but Bonnie didn't need to hear Caroline squealing and over analyzing everything. Maybe she should call Lucy.

She dialed her cousin's cell number and got her voicemail. She remembered that even though it was 10pm in Pittsburg it was probably only 7pm in California which meant Lucy was still working. She sighed, who can I call? She walked to the bathroom to prepare herself for bed. Upon entering the bathroom she picked up the hand soap and saw that the bottle said imported from London. Rebekah! That's who I can call!

Bonnie and Rebekah had become close during her time battling with dark magic and Bonnie had been the only real friend Rebekah had. After Klaus kicked Rebekah out for 'killing' Elena, she had nowhere to go and no friends. Bonnie was alone, she felt disregarded by her friends and took comfort in Rebekah. It turned out that they had a lot in common.

Bonnie rushed into the bedroom and dialed Rebekah's number. After the third ring, she answered.

"Bonnie, are you aware that it's almost 4 a.m. here," Rebekah asked.

"You're a vampire Becks and if I know you, you're with some poor lad, possibly sneaking out of his room as we speak."

"Touché, Bonnie, Touché," she smiled, "What's up love?"

Bonnie paused, should she just outright burden Rebekah with her problems?

"What's up with you?" Bonnie asked.

"Bonnie hun, you do not call someone at 4 am for small talk, come on, tell me what's wrong."

Bonnie sighed, "Damon."

"Ah, give me a sec," she said, "I'm going to get comfortable, because I feel a story coming on."

Bonnie waited for Rebekah to finish whatever it was that she was doing. When Rebekah returned to the receiver, Bonnie told her about everything that happened between her and Damon. She started with the incident in the woods and ended with the kiss.

"Wow, let me process, all of this," Rebekah said, "You and Damon are friends, and he just kissed you and you loved it!"

"I didn't say I loved it!" Bonnie protested.

"Bon, I can hear you blushing when you're talking about it," she smiled, "wait, Damon can't hear us can he? You said he's next door."

"No, I did a spell on the room to keep away his prying ears."

"Good, so I'm going to say this once and listen up."

"Ok,"

"Damon likes you," she said, very matter of fact.

"No he doesn't."

"Bon, I've slept with Damon and while he is a horny little bastard, I doubt if I was giving him a stern tongue lashing like you were, he would reward me with a kiss."

"He would do that to Elena, you know, the girl he is in love with."

"He's getting over her, if you don't want to be in the company of someone you love, then I'd say you don't love them as much as you thought you did."

"I guess, but that doesn't mean he likes me."

"Alright, believe what you want," she paused, "and for the record, you were being unreasonable, getting lost isn't that big a deal."

"Rebekah!" she exclaimed.

"The truth hurts darling, anyways I have to go, my brother just turned up."

"Which one?"

"Niklaus," she said and Bonnie could hear the venom in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"It's ok, he's going to have to do some groveling," she said momentarily distracted, then beamed, "bye, Bon! Take care of Damon!"

Bonnie ended the call. She thought about what Rebekah had said. She decided that Rebekah was kind of right about her being unreasonable in regards to Damon getting them lost, it really wasn't that big a deal. However, Rebekah was wrong about Damon liking her. She knew Damon, he thought of her as a friend and nothing more. Bonnie, friends do not kiss friends like he did. She ignored the voice in her head and went to bed.

Damon hadn't slept at all. He couldn't. He was being haunted by the lingering kiss between him and Bonnie. He was still trying to figure out why he had kissed her in the first place. He took a shower and drank from the blood bag on the nightstand. He saw the glass that he broke last night and made his way to clean it up.

He was frustrated; Bonnie had slapped him before kicking him out of the room. She had kissed back, he didn't imagine it. Bonnie was a great kisser, he decided. If he had to give her an award, he would give her second best to Katherine. As much as he hated to admit it, Katherine was the best kisser he had been with so far.

He placed his bag in the corner of the room and looked at the clock, he had enough time to get her some breakfast and maybe they could talk about that kiss. He imagined a couple of different situation in his mind, trying to figure out exactly what would be the correct way to approach the subject. He decided that he would wait until Bonnie brought it up.

He went to Dunkin Donuts and got her a cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. He stood outside her door and mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen. He knocked on her door and waited a minute or two. What exactly was he going to say to her? He knocked once more.

"Bonnie, open up" he said, "we need to get on our way to New York."

She didn't reply. Damon was extremely annoyed. He knocked a third time.

"Bonnie this is immature, open up!" he paused, "you know I can break this door down right?"

Damon sighed; I guess we won't be able to put this past us after all. He placed the bagel and coffee at the door and went back to his room. For someone who was no doubt the most mature person in their group, she was behaving childish. He took out his cell and saw a message from Stefan.

Stefan: Hope everything is ok, and that Bonnie hasn't killed you yet.

Damon smiled.

Damon: It wouldn't be for lack of trying.

Damon heard Bonnie knock on his door. He opened the door and stared at her. She was wearing sweats and had her hair in a very high ponytail. She had been running. He smiled; she wasn't avoiding him after all.

"Thanks for breakfast, I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can leave."

So she wasn't going to mention last night? Well, he wasn't going to mention it either.

"Oh and about yesterday," he perked up, "I'm sorry for shouting at you, it's no big deal and you can drive if you like BUT you're using a GPS."

"Ok," Damon said slightly disappointed.

"So I'll see you in about half an hour," she said then left.

Damon was irritated. Bonnie wasn't going to acknowledge the kiss at all. Well, two can play that game and eventually someone will fold, and it most definitely won't be him.

"Damn you Damon!" Bonnie shouted, as she headed to the bathroom.

Damon had completely disregarded what happened last night. She wasn't going to address it first. She wasn't the one who initiated the kiss. She stepped into the shower and felt the warm water run down her skin. She had gone for a run because it was the only way to clear her mind of her confusing thoughts.

She was surprised to find the Dunkin Donuts bag in front of her door and thought it was sweet of Damon to still get her something to eat even after all that had happened between them. She enjoyed the bagel and the coffee was almost perfect, it was a tad bit too dark for her taste. She lathered her body and washed her hair.

When she was finished with her shower, she got dressed and put on a little make-up. She got a text from Elena asking if she was ok and how was Damon. She rolled her eyes, Elena was having an even harder time letting go of Damon than Damon was having letting go of her. Maybe I should reply and say he's doing fine, and tell her that we kissed. Wow where had that come from?

Don't get Bonnie wrong, she loved Elena to death but sometimes Elena didn't realize the things she did. Also, as much as she hated to admit it, Elena was selfish. Not that it was her fault though, it was just the way things were, people gave her attention and she loved it. Bonnie replied to the text saying everything was going good. She took her bags and left the room.

Damon was leaning against the car, keys dangling of his fingers.

"Nice of you to join me princess," he said smirking.

"Shut up, Damon," she teased.

He tossed her the keys, "to New York please Hanson."

"Excuse me?"

"I drove before, so you can drive now," he smirked, "I think it's only fair."

"I told you, you could drive."

"Yeah, but I don't want to."

Bonnie widened her mouth, "why not?"

"I'm tired, and I believe in equal rights."

"What do equal rights have to do with you driving?"

"How sexist of you Bon!" he said playfully, "just because I'm the man doesn't mean I should drive."

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with amusement in her eyes, "Fine, I'll drive."

"Good, also be a dear and open my car door for me," he smiled wiggling his eyebrows.

Bonnie gaped at Damon, what was actually going on? She walked to his door and held it open. He slid in and blew his breath on the outside of her ear. She shivered.

"You ok Bon?"

She nodded her head, "yeah everything is peachy."

She placed her bags in the backseat and then slid into the driver's seat. She put the address of NYU into the GPS and began driving. She played her 'very girly' playlist as a way to get back at Damon. To her chagrin, Damon began singing along.

"Making my way downtown, walking fa-" Bonnie skipped the song that Damon was singing, "Hey I was listening to that."

The next song that came on was Taylor Swift's Our Song.

"Oh, you can keep this one, I love me some Tay Swift," he paused then began, "I was driving shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car, he got one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart," he sang while touching his heart, mocking Bonnie.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and continued driving while Damon belted the song at the top of his lungs, extremely off key. Her phone rang and she answered it, briefly cutting the song.

"Hey Bon! I missed your call yesterday, is everything ok?" Lucy asked, her voice blasting through the car.

"Yeah, I'm good, I'm actually driving now Luce, and so you're on speaker."

"Oh, who is there with you?"

"The eternal stud," Damon said cockily.

Lucy laughed, "Who else?"

"Just me and your cousin, gorgeous."

"I see, well safe drive Bon and call me when you get to New York."

"Sure, no problem," Bonnie said.

"Bye Damon, take care of my cousin."

"Oh, I intend to," he said giving Bonnie a very suggestive look.

Bonnie ended the call and resumed her playlist. The song that was playing was Aqua's Barbie Girl.

"You know, I'm just going to sing along to whatever you play right?"

"No problem, I'm recording your singing, it'll make for perfect blackmail," Bonnie smiled.

Damon slouched back in his seat, shrugged his shoulders and continued singing.

They arrived in New York around 4 pm; Damon had taken over driving after they stopped at a small town in New Jersey to get something to eat. It was a Sunday afternoon so there wasn't a huge amount of traffic in New York but it was still obnoxious traffic. Neither of them mentioned the kiss throughout the seven hour ride. The only time Damon hinted at it was during the phone call with Lucy.

They found a hotel that was only a few blocks from the university. It was pretty expensive to stay the week. Bonnie and Damon ended up having to stay in the same room even though it was a pretty large room. The bed was a queen sized and had quality thread count. Bonnie was tempted to just collapse and never get up.

"What's the plan for today?" Damon asked putting away his clothes.

"Can we stay in tonight?" Bonnie asked, "I'm jetlagged."

Damon laughed, "You can't be jetlagged Bonnie you weren't flying."

"Whatever, Mr. Know-it-all."

"Ok, so we can get something to eat in the restaurant and watch a movie, I'm sure there must be something on pay per view to watch."

Bonnie yawned, "Ok, figure that out while I go take a nap."

"Sure."

It was a few hours later when Bonnie was awaken by Damon tugging on her hair. She groaned and turned over.

"Wake up Bonnie, its 7:30 and our reservation is at 8," he said pushing her.

She groaned and sat up, "I'm not hungry."

"Sure you aren't," he replied, "Now go look pretty and let's eat."

"Fine," she mumbled and got up to get ready for dinner.

It took Bonnie fifteen minutes to freshen up and then they went downstairs to the restaurant. They had a pleasant dinner. As usual, Damon flirted with the waitress and Bonnie was annoyed. Damon was convinced that she was jealous and it pleased him.

They left the restaurant after nine and went back to their room. Bonnie called her father and told him that she had gotten to New York safely and she texted her best friends to know she was alright. They changed into their pajamas and Bonnie jumped into bed. Damon had scrolled through the pay-per-view and Bonnie saw a movie she wanted to watch.

"Do you really want to watch Savages bon?" Damon asked.

"Yes."

"But there's blood and gore."

"Afraid you might get hungry?"

"No it's just that, girls are supposed to want to watch shows like the Titanic, I mean they even have it in 3D."

"Four hours watching a ship sink? No thank you," she took the remote from him and hit play, "guns and blood sounds great right now!"

Damon was amazed; he would have had to fight with Elena to get her to watch something that didn't have a prince and princess falling in love. He once recalled a time Elena made him sit through an 'every-Nicholas-Sparks-novel-that-got-turned-into-movie' marathon. Oddly, enough this was the first time Damon had thought of Elena all weekend.

He sat beside Bonnie on the bed and they watched the movie in silence. Before, he knew it Bonnie had fallen asleep, her head resting slightly on his chest. He smiled. She was snoring but, they were silent snores which you had to be a vampire to hear. She looked ethereal and peaceful. Damon tucked her in and kissed her forehead. He turned the lights off and left the room. Damon knew then why he had kissed her last night, he was developing romantic feelings for Bonnie Bennett.

Lay your head down and feel the beat as I kiss your forehead