Part 3 has arrived! Lol! A big thanks to anyone who has reviewed/favorited...etc. Hope you guys enjoy! There's only one part left after this.
The next morning, with her bags packed and loaded into the back of Matt's truck, she and her fair-haired friend were on the road, headed toward the airport that would fly her far from home. It had taken everything she had to hug her friends and then let them go, knowing it might be a while before she saw them in person again. They had all cried throughout the duration of their group hug. But, in the end, they had wished her well on her journey, promising to text, call, and Skype as much as humanly possible.
Bonnie studied herself in the dirty side view mirror. Bags hung under her eyes, which were still red and irritated from exhaustion. After crying most of the night and pondering over her options, she had gotten almost no sleep. She was a pallid, homely wreck! It came as no surprise to her, however, that her appearance had paid the price with all the crying and emotional trauma she had endured. But she didn't really care how she looked at the moment, jet lag was sure to do a number as well. As long as that one mark was covered up...
Her brown orbs fell to her neck, just under her jaw, where his lips had been only hours ago. It took everything in her not to cry, but her pinkish eyes were already filling up with tears. She had had to spend more time than she liked covering up the mark he had left there. She bit down on her still slightly swollen lower lip, forcing the tears back. Satisfied her concealer was still in place and covering everything it needed to, her sad eyes focused on the dash board, her teeth never leaving her trembling lip. She needed something to distract her soon or she would burst out crying in front of Matt. A conversation would work, but she wasn't sure if it was safe to open her mouth. Speaking meant releasing her bottom lip, and biting it was the only thing keeping her tears at bay.
"At least it's a nice day! You should have a nice flight." Matt said, leaning over his steering wheel slightly to look up through the windshield at the clear blue sky.
That sentiment gave Bonnie just enough courage to push the threatening sobs down and open her mouth.
"Yeah! That's good."
With another calming breath, Bonnie felt the lump in her throat disappearing.
"Thank you for driving me to the airport, Matt."
Matt glanced over at her, a bright smile on his lips, his straight teeth gleaming, "Yeah, of course! I sure wasn't going to let you drive yourself! I actually figured I'd have to fight with Damon to take you, but that ass wasn't even there to say goodbye to you, so..."
Bonnie cringed, the lump reappearing in her throat.
"Matt...could we not talk about Damon, please?"
Matt glanced over at her once more, his eyes shifting back and forth from the road to her. Her face was twisted agonizingly as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. His baby blues drooped in sorrow.
"Sorry. I won't bring him up again."
Matt felt guilty as he heard Bonnie sniff. Briefly looking over at her again, he caught her wiping a tear away.
"Bonnie...are you sure you want to leave?"
"Please, Matt! Not you too!" she groaned, grabbing a napkin from his glove box and dabbing her nose.
The blonde boy stuck one hand up in surrender, "Sorry!"
Both of them reverted to silence. It seemed to be the safest option as Bonnie was emotional and Matt wasn't sure what would set her off. He certainly didn't want to be the reason for her tears!
A few more silent miles down the road, and Matt caught sight of something in his peripheral vision. Doing a double take, he looked out of his window and not too far up in the sky flew a fairly large black bird. He didn't need binoculars to know what kind of bird it was. It wasn't in a flock. In fact, there were no other birds nearby that he could see. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that they were being followed. Rolling his eyes, he shifted in his seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter as they sped down the freeway. Matt thought about flipping an unpleasant finger the bird's direction, but he didn't want to risk Bonnie seeing him. All he knew was if Damon showed up at the airport, the vampire was going to be leaving with an out of place jaw. Either that or Matt would die trying to land at least one punch.
"You ok?" Bonnie asked suspiciously, taking notice of his tense state.
Matt faked a smile, "Yeah."
After driving around the five story parking deck at least three times, they finally managed to find a parking space on the third level. Pulling Bonnie's luggage out for her and closing the trunk, Matt threw her overstuffed duffle bag over his shoulder and took hold of both suitcases, rolling them on either side of him. Bonnie thanked him sweetly as she grabbed her purse and laptop case. Matt smiled in return, glad to be able to assist her.
Once inside, Matt took care of her luggage and, after a teary-eyed goodbye, saw her on her way. Bonnie sniffed as she got in the mandatory security line, the tears reappearing, making her vision blurry. As much as she wanted to, she dare not look back. If she looked back at her best guy friend she might just fall apart. She was already forcing her reluctant legs to keep shuffling forward when all they were wanting to do was carry her back to Matt, back to the boarding house where all the people she loved most resided. A tear fell from her eye and to the tile floors as she thought about her friends. Elena and Meredith had insisted on driving her to the airport, but she had known better this time. Bonnie knew if they had come she would never have been able to walk away! It would've been too much for her to handle. And...he was certainly out of the question! Matt, although still a tough person to leave behind, was ultimately her safest option. She did love him dearly, but with his strength and encouragement in her decision, she knew he would be the easiest to walk away from. Besides, she hadn't even given Italy a chance yet! Maybe she would like it...or at least learn to. And Stefan would be there to help her make herself at home. Italy would be nice, she would love it...she would...she would.
Getting through the security line surprisingly quick, Bonnie found an empty seat in her gate and sat down with her over-packed, pink and red striped carry-on bag in her lap. She pulled out her phone, having an hour to kill. In the middle of playing her Uno game, her mind wandered to dangerous places. She pictured her life in Italy, a gorgeous landscape filled with history of times past, old structures and stone streets lining the vast city. She would have friends with beautiful Italian accents...maybe even a boyfriend? And that's where the ideal mental images stopped. She couldn't picture him. She couldn't picture a single guy at her side other than the one forbidden to her. Maybe it was because she was trying to picture someone Italian and the Salvatore's were the only Italian boys she knew. But she had had no trouble picturing a female friend! A model thin girl with long dark hair and a beautiful foreign complexion, clad in Italy's latest fashions. Her mouth ran dry as she tried over and over to picture herself with any other guy! Every time, the blurred image of the man standing beside her would clear to reveal Damon. She groaned internally, rubbing her temples to ease her overstressed mind.
Suddenly, her hour wait was cut short when a familiar voice snapped her from her thoughts
"Did you honestly think I would let you fly all the way to Italy?"
Snapping her head up from her phone, Bonnie's gaze instantly landed on the sinfully handsome vampire who kept her heart trapped in an iron hold. Sucking in a shaky breath, she stood strong against his intrusive eyes and exuding charms.
"How did you get in here?!"
Her incredulous eyes betrayed her, trailing down to his full lips, over his strong jaw, down to the black t-shirt that dipped too low on his muscled chest, and finally to his hands, where her ogling stopped. There, in each long-fingered grip, were both her suitcases and her pink duffle bag. She stood up, her arms straight and stiff at her sides as her dainty hands balled up into furious fists.
"How did you get those?! They're supposed to be on the plane!"
Damon smirked deviously, his eyes growing just the slightest shade darker under his heavy lids, "You'd be surprised at what you can accomplish around here with the right...persuasion."
Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot, her lips pursing into a tight pout, "You compelled everyone?!"
Damon's eyes narrowed as he looked over her head at nothing in particular; he tilted his head from side to side, clicking his tongue.
"Not everyone. Just the luggage lady, the guy who reluctantly brought me your luggage, a couple TSA agents and security officers, and...hopefully the list ends there."
Bonnie simply stared at him dubiously, mouth agape and eyes wide under angry brows.
Damon raised his low set brows and shook his head, "Let me tell you, people get pissed when you get to skip a line they have to wait in."
He shook his head and refocused on the task at hand.
"Anyhow, grab your bag and lets go. I already told the lady at the front desk you had to cancel."
Bonnie's eyes widened impossibly further, "You did what?!"
"Shhhh!" Damon hushed her, stepping close.
Bonnie's head went fuzzy as her lungs filled with his scent, her nose inches from his broad chest.
"Keep your voice down!" he reprimanded.
Lower lip trembling, Bonnie burst into uncontrollable tears once more. Damon being there, reminding her just how much she loved him, reminding her how much she didn't want to leave, confusing her already conflicted thoughts, it was too much. The pressure was breaking her, he was breaking her. She didn't want to go back to her miserable life of watching the man she loved love her best friend, but at the same time, that was all she wanted to do because it meant being close to him!
Damon sighed and scooped her up, holding her in one arm as he held all four of her bags with the other.
"Let go!" his little bird cried, squirming in his hold.
He ignored her, along with the stares she drew their way, and continued on walking. He growled, if she didn't stop her wailing, he would end up having to compel more people.
"I have to go to Italy! I have to! I..." Bonnie trailed off, her sobs silencing her as she buried her face in his shoulder and cried not only for her lost chance at a happier life, but because she suddenly felt complete again.
Although slightly annoyed that she was soaking his shirt, Damon was just glad she had stopped thrashing around.
"Why are you doing this?" Bonnie mumbled into the thin material of his shirt as they passed the front desks, her cries finally calming enough to let her speak.
"Because I decided you aren't going anywhere." Damon responded easily.
"Why won't you let me be happy?" she whined, her voice muffled.
"You can be happy in Mystic Falls, your home." Damon stressed.
"I'm not the selfish one! It's you! You're the selfish one, Damon Salvatore!" she shouted against his shirt, sniffing as a tear ran from the corner of her right eye and onto Damon's shoulder.
Her fingers played at the dip in his v-neck shirt, feeling the taught muscle beneath his smooth skin. Damon, ignoring her accusation, bounced her once in his arm, hoisting her higher in an attempt to remove her fiddling fingers from their place at his chest.
Bonnie lifted her head from his shoulder and looked hard at his profile, fat tears streaming down her face.
"It's not fair, Damon!"
The dark vampire continued to ignore her as they entered the parking deck.
Bonnie squirmed, feeling feisty.
"Put me down!" she demanded, shoving herself from him.
Damon tightened his arm around her, "Are you going to run?"
Bonnie stared directly into his hard eyes with a glare as silence enveloped them, either of them only hearing one another's hard breaths.
"No." Bonnie answered, wearing the pout of a scolded child.
With a hard sigh, Damon reluctantly set her on her feet, ready to pounce if she tried to escape. But she didn't. Pulling up her skinny jeans and smoothing out her knit sweater, she stayed firmly at his side, waiting for his next move. After a few seconds of ensuring she wasn't going anywhere, Damon began walking again. He let out a long held breath as she followed closely behind.
As soon as the coal colored Ferrari was in sight, Bonnie sped up, her short legs carrying her hastily passed Damon. She stopped at the passenger-side door with her hand on the handle. Damon strode up calmly as he watched Bonnie tug impatiently at the door. Pulling out his key deliberately slow, he unlocked the car. As soon as the locks clicked open, the upset red-head flung herself inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Damon shook his head as he popped the compact trunk and stuffed her things inside. It took him a few minutes longer than he would've liked, having to rearrange the suitcases so everything fit. Closing the trunk nice and tight, he walked around and slid into the driver's seat. Settled inside, he turned to Bonnie only to see her back. Her knees were curled up to her chest and her body was turned toward the window, shoulders shaking as she cried silently. Damon sighed as he started the car engine.
Bonnie had kept herself in the same position the entire ride home. Her cheek had stayed pressed against the dark leather interior of the luxury vehicle as Damon drove her back to the boarding house. She had watched somberly as familiar sights and places began to appear, alerting her to the fact that she was getting closer to the place where she would be forced to watch her best friend and only love be together. It was an agonizing fate she was destined for. Yet, she found a section of herself relieved to be returning to her life of unrequited love and heartache because it meant being near him. She was a pathetic, masochistic, lovesick fool; and she knew it well! If she hated anything about herself it was that.
A few minutes later, they were pulling into the boarding house driveway and sobs wracked through Bonnie as she looked out the tinted car window at the large, brick house. Damon couldn't say he didn't feel guilty for subjecting her to such torment. After all, he knew very well how she felt. He had had to watch Elena be with Stefan, and it had ripped out a fraction of his heart each time. But he had gotten through it...and she would too. But she would get through it at the boarding house, not in Italy. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as they continued slowly along the neatly paved driveway.
It was twenty minutes until two when Bonnie burst through the front door, her eyes bloodshot and her nose puffy. Elena and Meredith perked up from their phones, their eyes instantly going wide with shock.
"What are you doing here?" Elena asked.
"Are you ok?" Meredith questioned in unison with Elena.
"No! I'm not ok!" Bonnie whined, and then turned to the blonde, "Your psychotic boyfriend won't leave me alone!"
With that, she ran down the hall and up the stairs to her room.
Damon walked in carrying all of Bonnie's bags just in time to hear the door slam upstairs.
Meredith stood up, looking ready to fight.
"You drug her back here against her will?!" she yelled accusingly.
Damon rolled his dark eyes, setting Bonnie's things down and closing the front door.
"You can't force her to stay here, Damon!" Elena's icy tone sent shards through his already beaten heart. She was almost never harsh with him.
"Well none of you were going after her, so what choice did I have?! We all know she was making a huge mistake!"
Meredith was speaking again before Elena had the chance, "Maybe, but that doesn't give you the right to control her life! Sometimes people need to make mistakes so they can learn from them! It's part of being human! Or have you forgotten?!"
"You can't protect her from everything, Damon." Elena chimed in, her tone much softer.
Hot-headed Meredith couldn't contain her rage, and words she never intended to say out loud spat right out of her mouth.
"Protect her?! Oh, please, Elena! He just wants her here for his own benefit! None of this is about keeping her from a mistake or making sure everyone sticks together like he wants all of us to think! It's about him!" she snapped her eyes over Elena's shoulder to glare at Damon, addressing him, "It always has been! You're in love with Bonnie and you're too stubborn to accept it! You just want her here so you don't have to make a decision you're not ready for! With her here you can have your cake and eat it too! Why choose vanilla when you can have a taste of some strawberry now and then?! Best of both worlds, right?!"
Damon's fangs had descended as his eyes blazed red. His chest heaved with each furious breath he took; his stance predatory as he shot daggers at the outspoken brunette.
Just as quickly as it had filled her, Meredith's rage drained as she heard sniffling. Calming instantly, she relaxed her tense figure and looked down at a crying Elena. Her unfiltered rant replayed in her mind and she gasped, putting both slim-fingered hands over her parted lips.
"Elena! I'm...I'm so sorry!" she apologized, her own eyes filling with guilt-ridden tears as she cautiously stepped closer toward her blonde friend.
The radiant blonde shook her head, pin-straight strands of gold falling gracefully over her shoulders and framing her face.
"Could I..." she sobbed, "Could I have a minute with Damon, please?"
Meredith nodded and left the room, worried she may have just ruined their friendship.
Wrath still coursed through Damon's veins as he attempted to calm himself from Meredith's bold speech.
Elena dried her tears and took a deep breath. Looking over the couch at him, her eyes were surprisingly sympathetic as she spoke.
"Damon...I want you to be honest with me, ok?"
Damon swallowed hard and nodded hesitantly, unable to resist the lapis lazuli eyes that stared at him with such a tender sweetness. Regardless, his breath came out shaky in anticipation of the question he was terrified of hearing.
"Are you in love with Bonnie?" she asked slowly, gently, knowing it was Damon's most sensitive subject.
He squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as possible, wishing the ground would swallow him up. A stake through the heart would put him out of his misery! Anything would be easier to endure than answering this question. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together as he let out a hard breath through his nose. Elena watched him patiently, fairly certain she already knew the answer.
He opened his mouth, but the word stuck in his throat, refusing to be said aloud. Sealing his lips and smashing them together, he balled his fingers up in fists so tight his knuckles went white. Closing his eyes once more, he growled low before forcing himself to answer the hardest question he had ever been asked. It took everything in him, but he finally pushed the word to the tip of his tongue.
"Yes." he uttered, barely above a whisper; his voice sounding as if the word had put him in physical pain.
At his own admission, Damon raked frustrated fingers through his long, messy locks, only disheveling the dark strands further.
Elena sighed, not mad or upset, only disappointed in herself. How had she been blind to his true feelings for Bonnie for so long? How had she been blind to her own feelings?! She had put Bonnie and Damon, both, through so much unnecessary torment! Now, here the three of them were wrapped up in a mess she could have avoided had she not been so susceptible to Damon's charms! It was clear, had been clear for a while, who her heart truly lied with. But that green-eyed beauty was far away in his own home country of Italy. It was a good thing Damon had stopped Bonnie from getting on that plane...it had been meant for her.
"Damon..." she called sadly, knowing what needed to be done.
The frustrated vampire opened his dark orbs to reveal them agonized and glistening with unshed tears. Elena felt as if someone had punch her right in the chest and she almost didn't have the heart to continue.
A single tear spilt from her blue eyes, "You love me too, right?"
Damon was in front of her in a flash, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, one hand cupping her cheek.
"You know I do, princess."
Elena took a calming breath to steady her trembling hands as she reached up to place one over Damon's.
"Then you have to let me go." she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.
Damon dropped his hand from her face and turned his back to her, leaning against the back of the couch with his arms crossed over his chest.
"I love you and I know you love me, but you love Bonnie most! I see it in your eyes when you look at her."
"You're wrong." he mumbled, bowing his head.
Elena raised herself up to her knees and grabbed onto his upper arm where the muscles had bulged.
"But I'm not! There's a difference between loving someone and being in love with them."
Damon yanked his arm from her grasp and turned to face her, "Don't give me that love, in-love bullshit!"
"But it's true!" Elena insisted.
"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked straightforwardly, searching her face.
Elena watched two lone tears roll down Damon's cheeks and she began to choke up again.
"Yes." she replied, giving him the same direct answer he had given her.
"Because you think I love Bonnie more than I love you?" he asked, more tears spilling from his grave eyes as he chewed on the corner of his lip.
Elena wiped her own tears away before they could fall, "Because you do love Bonnie more than me, and because she loves you more than anything in the world!"
"Let us not forget the most important reason! You're in love with Stefan! It's always been him, hasn't it?!" Damon exclaimed, turning angry.
Elena sighed and lowered her head, looking down at the couch cushions she kneeled on.
"You were honest with me when I asked you to be, so I'm going to be honest with you."
She took a deep breath before looking back up at his midnight irises, "Stefan is not the reason I am breaking up with you! I am breaking up with you because I realized we both belong with different people. And that only became clear to me the other day when I realized how much you cared about Bonnie."
She took another breath to muster the courage to finish, "And I'm thankful! I've loved every second of being with you...truly! But it's ok that we aren't meant to be!"
"Maybe it's ok for you. You're getting what you want!" Damon argued as he began pacing.
"So are you! And you'd see that if you would just give Bonnie a chance! Stop pushing her away and let yourself love her! She needs you just as much as you need her!" she stressed, trying to make him understand.
Damon threw a punch, his fist connecting with the dry wall, making a dent that looked about to crumble with its many cracks. Elena sighed tiredly, letting her eyes fall shut. She heard the hard stomps of Damon's boots along the hardwood floors as he stormed from the room.
"Damon!" she called, but he didn't turn back.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she fell back onto her bottom and huffed, emotionally exhausted.
Meredith timidly reentered the room, a minute later.
"Elena-"
The blonde held up her hand, stopping Meredith from her inevitable apology.
"I'm not mad at you. You were right with what you said."
Meredith, shocked, quickly flopped down on the couch beside her friend.
"Oh! Well, are you alright? I saw Damon leaving. He looked pretty upset. Was that because of what I said?" she asked nervously.
Elena shook her head, "No...it was because of what I said."
She paused and then looked up at her concerned friend, "I broke up with him."
Meredith gasped, staring wide-eyed at the blonde girl in bewilderment. Elena opened her mouth to explain when suddenly Bonnie walked in. She held her hands together in front of her, keeping her head bowed as she bashfully joined her two friends. Meredith and Elena froze, sucking in sharp, silent breaths as their eyes bulged. How much long had she been there? What had she heard?!
"I-I just came down to get my things." Bonnie said in her little girl's voice, timidly pointing over to her suitcases still propped by the front door.
Elena, letting it go, simply nodded and acted as if nothing had happened, praying that Bonnie hadn't heard anything. Meredith, on the other hand, opened her mouth.
"What did you hear?" she asked, knowing her little friend all too well.
Elena gave the brunette an incredulous look, silently scolding the irksome girl with her lapis eyes. Strong Meredith stayed confident in her choice. returning Elena's stern stare with one of her own.
Bonnie brought her hands up to her face, making a mask over her mouth and nose.
"I-Is it t-true?" she asked, her words unintelligible.
The blonde and brunette stared at her, waiting for further clarification as they silently attempted to figure out what she had asked.
Dropping her hands from her face, Bonnie wrung them in front of her, her palms becoming clammy. She shifted lightly from foot to foot, jittery with nerves.
"Is Damon in...in..." she swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her eardrums. She felt as if she would faint any minute, her breaths becoming rapid.
Meredith ran over to her. Taking her by the shoulders, the green eyed girl lead her friend to the couch and sat her down gently. Sitting close beside her, Meredith rubbed her arm, trying to calm the overwhelmed red-head.
"Bonnie...breathe!" she instructed.
Bonnie nodded, taking deliberate slower, deeper, breaths to try and calm herself and her racing heart.
"When did you come downstairs?" Elena asked.
"A few minutes ago. I would've come in sooner, but I heard you and Damon arguing and stayed put at the bottom of the steps. I couldn't make out a lot." Bonnie explained in a short rant.
"But you heard me ask Damon if..." she trailed off, unsure of whether or not to say it out loud. She didn't want to send delicate Bonnie into another frenzy.
Bonnie began to nod hastily, "I heard it almost right after I came down."
"Did you happen to hear his answer?" Elena questioned cautiously, concerned over her friend's flustered state.
The small girl shook her head, strawberry curls bouncing around her face, "I couldn't hear what he said, but I heard some things you said. You think Damon loves me more than you..."
Elena sighed. She would rather Damon have this talk with her, but she guessed the discussion was inevitable.
"What did he say, Elena?" Bonnie asked, so softly, so sweetly with her brown eyes big and begging; there was no way Elena could resist.
Sucking in an encouraging breath, Elena spilled, "He said, 'yes,' Bonnie. Damon's in love with you."
Bonnie's face paled, her large eyes blinking dazedly as she slouched back into the couch. Her entire body went limp as she stared off into space, still in a phase of processing her friends guessed. The seconds ticked by loudly, one...two...three; and then the giddiest, most girly smile Elena had ever seen stretched across Bonnie's light pink lips. Meredith looked to her blonde friend, both exchanging silent words of concern.
"Wait!" Bonnie exclaimed, sitting straight up abruptly.
Elena and Meredith jumped at the sudden outburst.
"This is real life, right? I'm not dreaming? This isn't some cruel mind game?" she wondered, disappointment dulling her features.
Meredith raised a hand to pinch her.
"No!" Bonnie stopped her, leaning away, "If it is, just let me be!"
Elena giggled, shaking her head at her misguided friend, "You're awake! This is no dream, silly!"
Bonnie relaxed instantly, letting out a relieved breath. The group of girlfriends laughed, gradually laughing harder and harder until all three of them had collapsed in happy tears. Neither laughed for any particular reason other than contagion, each enjoying the sound of their friends' joyous mood. Although their stomachs hurt, which they voiced to one another, the laughter felt good, releasing their stress and lightening the atmosphere. Turned out, it was the only cure they needed to lift the weights on their shoulders, and it had been long overdue.
After the girls' laughter had died down, each of them coming down from their happy high, they had gone into the study and helped Elena purchase plane tickets for Italy. Bonnie and Meredith had then left, giving Elena some privacy to call Stefan and sort things out.
Currently, the red-head and brunette were flung across the length of either of the two sofas that sat in the living room, each of them reliving memories of times past.
"Remember that time when Matt tripped and took down that girl running track?" Meredith burst into a bout of laughter.
Bonnie automatically began giggling, "In freshman year?"
"Yeah!"
"Yes!" Bonnie exclaimed, both the girls cracking up.
"She got up and starting swearing at him!" Meredith recalled.
"Why did he trip again?" Bonnie asked, giggling still.
"Because he had been watching Elena on the field doing her cheerleading, remember?"
"Oh yeah!" Bonnie said, both girls bursting into a second fit of laughter.
They sighed, catching their breath, wide smiles on their lips.
Flapping was heard in the distance, and in the next second, leather boots were stalking across the floors. Wearing a frown, both girls shot up and looked at one another over the coffee table, their eyes wide. Bonnie, a zealous smile lifting her lips, slung her feet to the floor and bolted towards the clomping boots. Meredith, right on her tail, grabbed her enthusiastic friend around the middle, restraining her before she could get out of the living room. The red-head thrashed, trying to break free with all her might. Meredith had to acknowledge, for a petite girl she could be strong when she wanted to be. Regardless, Meredith, being naturally taller and larger in build, was able to exert more strength and keep the squirmy girl in her hold.
"No! Bonnie, he just broke up with Elena! This is not a good time for you to go all lovey dovey on him!" Meredith reminded, starting to get tired.
"I don't care!" the emotional girl whined, twisting and shoving against her friend's binding arms.
In the end, Bonnie's stamina won against Meredith's strength. Exhaustedly, she gave up, releasing Bonnie to go head first into the potential monster's trap.
"Go easy!" Meredith called after her, only seeing a rush of fiery curls flying down the hallway.
What had she done? Damon could be in a really bad place! He could be dangerous right now and she had just let go because her arms were tired! She might have very well allowed Bonnie into the lion's den! What kind of friend was she?! A friend who would be very sore in the morning, she realized as she stretched her tense tendons. Then again...Damon did love Bonnie. Meredith sighed and plopped down on the arm of the nearest seat to take a breather. Eh, Bonnie would be fine for a few minutes.