AN: Regarding the story, I just have to say: Since we're in a sort-of AU, I'm going to just go and say that whatever is happening on the show, everyone is taking an indefinite leave from that just to make this story happen. Haha!

Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I just HAVE to say this again: I'm so relieved everyone is giving Bonnie enough credit for her reasons (esp her past) as to why she shouldn't give in to Damon.

A special note to Vie, who I couldn't PM: I'm glad to know you're out there reading this!

As always, happy reading, guys!

ALSO. This chapter was reposted. I couldn't believe what happened to it. There were spaces between words, etc. This is the first it happened to me wtf. Thanks to those who pointed it out.

Others would call him an expert on it, but Damon hated waiting. He really, really couldn't express just how much he hated waiting. Despite this fact, there was something about Bonnie Bennett that made waiting seem so… interesting. Exhibit A: Damon hated texting just as much as the next male human, but somehow, Bonnie was enough reason to change his mind. He didn't think their real-life chemistry would transcend their digital communication as well.

Bon-bon, I wrote a poem.

Some would have already blown a gasket because his text had been sent an hour ago, but some didn't wait for a certain Katherine Pierce for more than a century. More chivalrous gents would probably just call or visit, but Damon wanted to 'talk her language', and that meant conversing via messaging. Moreover, something about her reading his messages whether she liked it or not was simply enough to get him off.

So he tried again, A poem about you.

Damon hated waiting, but Bonnie made it worth the wait. As cliché as that sounded, he enjoyed thinking about it. Truthfully, she always pulled through at the end, and more often than not, he had been at the receiving end of her last-minute saves. Thinking about Bonnie more than Elena was unexpectedly making a vast difference in his life, that's for sure. Not that he was entirely giving up on his naturally-tanned brunette per se, but the whole finding-a-cure tirade was starting to piss him off. He was feeling antsy and bored, so he thought maybe playing a jealous game by giving more attention to the best friend would do. He just didn 't expect that he would be the one to cave in so easily. He certainly didn't anticipate for things to turn out rather… interesting.

Ever since he set foot back on Mystic Falls, Damon was never given time to look away from Elena's pretty face. Even if he didn't fall head over heels for her at once, the attraction was there. How could he resist someone who had the same face that invaded his dreams and fantasies since the beginning of his unlife? He wouldn't tell anyone, but had things been different, had Elena gotten her looks from Isobel for crying out loud, he probably would have stayed away. More specifically, if he inspected Bonnie a little more, seen her beyond Emily and that stupid necklace, maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get Bonnie to fall for his charms.

Since Damon began this particular 'change of pace', trying to give a rat's ass a bout Bonnie, he discovered that it had become harder and harder to look away. He could spend the whole day going round in circles dreaming about how Elena should be his, but it only took a minute to think about Bonnie, and he would be busy counting the reasons why the witch was supposed to be with him—logic be damned. He kept on seeing why they made sense. The more he pondered about it, the more he kept wondering what it felt like to touch her, to kiss her, to have her close, and Elena would just be Katherine at the end of the day—a part of his past, someone he could forget, someone that always chose Stefan no matter what. Elena was just a girl.

Elena was just some girl. Technically, she was just another vampire now. She wasn't a goddess. Now Bonnie on the other hand… Damon couldn't even begin to grasp the potential that was contained in her hot, hot bod. He wanted to release that, wanted to take part in her blooming, needed to do so many naughty (and nice) things to her, needed to make her see what he saw in the possibility of them together.

Need. It was such a strong word. Damon laughed to himself, wondering how the fuck did he even relate that word to Bonnie Bennett, of all people.

"What are you doing to Bonnie, Damon?"

"None of your biz."

"You're not going to use her to change my mind about the cure."

"For once I might admit that you are even more of a self-centered ass than I am. "

"You don't love me anymore, Damon, is that it?"

"You tell me."

That conversation wasn't something Damon liked, but he was proud of it. He didn't know why he did it, and it wasn't just about Bonnie, really. It probably was rooted from the fact that if Elena did truly love him, that could be it for him—no more games, no more chasing, and there would only be forever with her. Then what? There was also the reason that he wasn't used to having things he wanted. Even if Elena was finally willing, a big part of him still wanted to be sure that she was really going to choose him, no matter what (Stefan).

Enough about the Elena thoughts though, Damon chided himself, because one thing was clear: Bonnie was his new addiction, and he wasn't having doubts about it. Surprisingly, he was having the time of his life.

His phone glowed in the dark of his room, alerting him of her reply, I can only hope it's not disgusting.

Typing it really fast, Damon sent his composition to her, something that came and stuck to him when he dined in a fine dining Japanese restaurant earlier this afternoon:

You're my sea urchin;

Prickly dangerous on the outside,

But mouth-watering goodness inside.

I'll lick your poison,

Live with the pain,

Crack you open,

Eat you raw

Again and again and again…

It took just a beat; he couldn't help but snicker when he read her short reply. She was playing it safe, obviously not wanting to give him any other ideas, Leave the sea urchin alone.

No can do. I'm a bad boy. Punish me? ;)

Call Stefan. I'm sure he wants to make u his whipping boy.

Oooh, whips! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? ;)

My mistake for replying. Pls don't txt unless absolutely necessary.

But this is necessary! :o

Damon couldn't help but laugh. He could probably spend forever looking at Elena, but he could spend a lifetime doing whatever this was with Bonnie and looking at her.

God, they were going to be so good together.

But if only he could see her right now, scribbling reason number three, "3) He's a terrible poet. Like really terrible." on her why NOT to marry Damon list, Damon wouldn't be laughing at all.

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