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Chapter 6

The two young ones came banging through the door faster than Grams would have expected. Damon came walking up to her, walking both awkwardly, and looking awkwardly. "Grams! What did you do?" He asked in a slightly uncomfortably panicked yell.

It was hard not to smile as Grams answered, "Are you okay honey?" She emphasized looking behind him to Bonnie. "And you're with my granddaughter? How nice! You guys finally are friends again?"

Damon answered promptly, hardly, "No!"

Grams stared at Bonnie's face. Watched it go hard.

Grams raised her eyebrows. "No? Why are you two together then? And not fighting either…"

"We've come to a…problem." Bonnie said, her arms crossed as she leaned against the door frame.

"Grams…you have no idea?" Damon stared intently at her.

She struggled to keep a concerned look on her face. "Is there something wrong my dear? Did you need my help with something?" She struggled to keep her gaze leveled as she stared Damon straight in the eyes.

Damon searched, then broke the gaze, looking away. "No. We're okay." Then he walked out the door, past Bonnie, who was still leaning against the doorframe.

Grams could tell that they'd switched bodies more because of Bonnie than Damon, since she knew her more. Her hair was up in a ponytail, the bangs in the front loose to cover the sides of her face. The way she'd dressed in jeans, a simple white T-shirt and that black leather jacket. Last of all her stance gave it all away. She stood more laid back. If Bonnie was a tomboy, this was exactly how she would've dressed.

"Hey hun?" She asked Bonnie. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

Suddenly, Bonnie looked uncomfortable. "Well, ah…yeah. We're okay Mrs.-I mean Grams." Then she took off, probably following Damon.

As soon as she disappeared, Grams let loose laughing. They were so adorable! But she knew, as she did laugh, that when they went out that door, they were going to be looking for answers. The laughter finally subsided. Too bad they didn't confide in Grams-as she knew they wouldn't- because she would've told them the way to switch back.

They would have to admit those feelings bottled up in them. But to get to the feelings, they would have to get that fight out of the way…the one they'd been fighting for about two years.

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Bonnie stomped down the street in Damon's body. She'd been sure that Grams had done this…because if she didn't, then who would have? She didn't know anyone else who could have.

Ah…Bonnie?" How weird to have someone call you by your name in your own voice…

She turned and looked at herself. Creepy, but she knew it was Damon she was talking to, not herself. He'd changed her hair. Usually she had it down and free, but he put it up except for her bangs. And that jacket that she felt bad for not wearing it since Grams bought it for her…did it really look that good on her? Suddenly, as she look down at her own body, she was surprised at how fragile and…beautiful she looked.

Her heart it her ribcage…once…twice…three tim-

"Bonnie!" Damon yelled. Bonnie shook Damon's dark head, clearing her thoughts. What was that? ! What had she just been thinking?

Damon looked up at his own body, still weirded out that he was looking up at his own face…but…was that a blush that took over his cheeks? "What the hell are you thinking Bonnie?"

"What? Ah…nothing! Nothing at all!" She wouldn't meet his eyes. Damn her.

Damon narrowed his eyes at her. Waited, but she just played around with her fingers, then the hem of his shirt. That's when he noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes he had been last night.

"Bonnie? I think you should change."

"What? Hm? Oh yeah, I think we should change back too, but we have to-"

"No! I was talking about your clothes." Damon rolled his eyes. What exactly was it that she'd been thinking that made her out of her mind now?

It only made him more curious.

He sighed. "Follow me, I'll go find you some clothes to put on."

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