AN: Did you guys Google what a Bolognese pup looks like? It looks damn adorable! Soooo, thank you, thank you for all the reviews. And bubbles, if you're still reading, here's the chapter you've been looking for. ;D Also, this will be a little bit longer. Decided to update soon, because what the hell- it's the weekend! xD
"Why can't I come over again?"
"I told you. I'm sick. Like sick, sick. Disgusting kinda sick."
"Uh… So why can't I come over again?"
"You know how I am when I'm sick! And no! I am NOT going to drink your blood! This is a stupid cold, Caroline. I didn't get stabbed in the gut!" They suddenly paused and shuddered in remembrance the last time that happened. "Anyway, this is just a bug. I'll be fine before you know it." Bonnie bit back a giggle when Django, her new pup, licked her elbow. She poked him gently away, and the puppy whined. Oops, her eyes widened.
"What was that?" her best friend asked suspiciously.
Bonnie licked her lips, "I said, you know how I am when I'm sick! AND NO, I am NOT going to—"
"Not that, Mrs Paranoid," Caroline replied flatly, and paused, using her exquisite hearing to tune in on whatever caught her attention. "Is that…" she gasped, "Do you have a dog in there?! Because that surely sounds like a—"
"I'm watching TV," she replied so fast that she was so sure that Caroline would call her a—
"Liar!" Caroline exclaimed so loudly she had to pull her phone away from her ear. "Bonnie, you know that—"
"I know, I know. It's just Damon, he—"
"I knew it," her phone sighed dramatically. "He's really into you. He gave you a puppy? That's just fuckin' adorbs, Bons, and you know it." Caroline then proceeded to squeal like a fangirl on the other line.
"It IS kinda sweet, yeah," she admitted through her nose.
"Which brings me to that thing I've been asking you for days now, huh?" Somehow, she saw this coming, and Caroline just had to load the question again, sorta. "You heard me, Bonnie. Now answer me."
"I don't know," Bonnie mumbled against her phone, squishing it between her shoulder and the side of her cheek as she put Django away, and tried to fold her thick blanket. She normally didn't like making her bed right after she woke up (especially during weekends), but Caroline's inquiry so early in the morning required immediate attention. "I mean, he turned Abby."
"I didn't ask what he did to your mom," Caroline answered, and Bonnie could easily imagine her doing air quotes with the M word. "I've been asking if you'd give Damon a chance. Bons, I swear, you can totally give me an aneurism right now, 'cause I think I'm actually giving you my blessing."
Bonnie had to admit, Abby was a sore subject. Well, she was—er, is, her biological mother. The whole mother-witch-turned-vampire debacle was a bitch, there's no doubt about that, but the truth was, Bonnie had always been the smart girl and did her best not to incessantly rant about it. Abby might have been a sore subject, but she wasn't her mother in the real sense of the word. Abby was just that, a subject in Bonnie's life, and currently, just a reason and an excuse.
Thinking back, ever since she realized that her mom had gone AWOL, her dad always MIA, and Bring Your Parent to School Day had been a terrible no-show for two consecutive years, little Bonnie learned how to cope. There were few children who could accomplish such a gigantic emotional leap, to be able to accept and deal with the fact that her parents were close to non-existent, that her grandmother was more than enough.
"Actually, I'm not surprised," Bonnie said, in reference to Caroline's approval. She knew that her voice wasn't really disappointed—or eager, for that matter. Feeling her bladder about to explode, she put left her phone in the middle of the bed. "You're on speaker. Gimme a second; seriously need to pee."
While on the porcelain throne, Bonnie couldn't help but ponder on a few things. She was aware that to the Scooby Gang, or freshies who only saw her in the hallways at school giggling with Elena and Caroline, that they only perceived her as the best friend, and only those two basked in the light of all things perfect and unrivaled. However, to the rest of the world, where human reality was as vital as the air, you could almost say that Bonnie was a certified star child.
Growing up, Bonnie invested her time in being happy instead of being sad. This wasn't a false sense of security she had made for herself, because that being said, Bonnie turned the lonely feeling of being an only, almost-orphaned child into living her life to the fullest. She opened her eyes to see and love what life had to offer. So when Grams was teaching, Elena was stuck being a sister to younger Jeremy, and Caroline was busy with mother-daughter outings, the lone ranger Bonnie read books, enrolled in dance and singing classes, learned a language or two, and of course—wrote her hopes and dreams in her X-Men notepad.
During her formative years, Bonnie used to think she was secretly Batman. Having absent parents didn't make you less awesome, so she channeled the Dark Knight whenever she listened to her best friends bitch about how frustrating their parents were. Thinking about the Gilberts, they were probably one of the last traces of normalcy that graced Mystic Falls before shit hit the fan. They were what you could call 'cool parents', very warm and loving. When they passed, it was no surprise that the devastating blow had pulled Elena into a spiral of depression, the kind of sorrow that Bonnie was supposedly accustomed to, and yet even then, the latter had aimed to be positive, wondering maybe they've reached rock bottom and better things would start happening again.
Boy, was she wrong.
In fact, she was wrong about so many things. Like for instance, she might have felt like a powerless, grieving Batman as she watched the Gilberts' caskets being lowered six feet under, and she thought that she wasn't really a superhero because she was just Bonnie. What others might have called an accident, the car crash was the true meteor that changed their lives by setting everything into motion, because just as Stefan's interest in Elena grew into epic proportions, so did Bonnie's magic spring to life, each undeniable flicker of flame, float of feather, and uncontrollable 'reading' of a person with just a touch—she knew that things were never going to be the same again. Now, each day was either a battle won or lost, and Bonnie had to deal with the hand that she was dealt.
Nonetheless, despite the drastic alterations that had happened to her, there was one thing that Bonnie had promised to remain loyal to—her one wish, her deepest secret: a torn page from that superhero memo pad with clean, cursive writing from her 10-year-old self. She didn't dream to be the richest girl in Mystic Falls, nor to be a well-known actress or dancer; she only wanted a family of her own.
Bonnie wanted to get married to the right man, and she wanted to get hitched—as soon as possible. It may seem as a childish aspiration to most people nowadays, but its worth surpassed the level of her magic and loyal character. It wasn't just because she was stubborn. Bennett witches were popular for two things: the magnitude of their power, and the string of broken families they leave behind. Since then, it had become Bonnie's life mission to prove that she can be a powerful witch, get married, have a family of her own, keep it together, and make it fucking last.
Hasn't she given everyone more than enough? The wish was her last chance of hope, her last chance of believing in love for herself. How can she not cling to her purest desire, reading that torn page before she went to bed every other day? After all these years, the effect had been the same on Bonnie, leaving her feeling a good kind of anxiousness that managed to give her enough courage and strength to face a new day on her own. Her time will come, she believed. Her time will come that this single wish would come true, and she would finally be free to give all the love she had within her. She had to be selfish about this dream, because she was saving all her joy for something permanent. To be able to give her future child the same opportunities and more was enough to bring tears to her eyes whenever she thought about it. And oh, a husband to share such plans (and pent-up pleasure) with!
"What's taking you so long? Did you just poop?" Caroline's amused voice filled the air, breaking her train of thought. "You're fantasizing about Damon, aren't you?"
"Far from it, Care Bear," she answered as she stepped out from the bathroom. Reminded of her Damon problem, Bonnie knew that the vampire was a bottomless pit of need, and she was so certain that if she gave it a shot, she could definitely quench his thirst for love, but the fact still remained—could he quench hers? Getting her WHY not to marry Damon list, she wrote her second reason: 2) Bonnie IS Bonnie. "Far from it."
AN: So that's our back story (and one helluva bathroom break). And YES! The puppy's name is Django. Don't you guys just love that movie? xD We'll probably get Damon time for the next chapter. If you want quicker updates, more cookies may be necessary! Send your love, Bamonators. xo, Jacal.