A/N Unbeta'd BAMON

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"You can't hurry love, no, you just have to wait. They say, love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take.

~Diana Ross and the Supremes

"Boys, I want you to meet Ms. Sheila's granddaughter, Bonnie. Bonnie this are my boys, Damon and Stefan."

The teenagers all stop and stare impassively.

'DAMN! HOW AWKWARD.'

"Well hello there, Ms. Bonnie." Damon said as he kissed her hand letting his lips linger on her skin.

"Hello."

"I'm Damon. This is Stefan." He points to his younger twin.

"Hello Stefan." He follows suit to Damon kissing Bonnie's hand.

This is kind of funny she thinks, on top of embarrassing.

"Well, apparently you all go to the same school," Sheila says.

"Yes, I have seen them around."

"Ms. Sheila, we actually have classes together, she and I."

"Well that is fantastic. I certainly hope ya'll are friendly at school. I guess it would make her working here much easier."

"Yes. Actually, they are pretty friendly, in fact Damon walks her to all of her classes," Stefan says.

"Oh, is that so?" Sheila asks. Becoming skeptical.

"Well, I mean, she needed to know where her classes were, and I just showed her. No biggie," He tried to playing it off.

"Well, that is just lovely Damon. IF I didn't know better, I'd say you have a crush on Ms Bonnie" Lily laughed. "Kids are so cute, aren't they Sheila?"

"Yes. They are." Sheila says.

"But, unfortunately, we hang out in different groups of friends. So I don't see him much Grams."

As bonnie said that both Stefan and Damon squared their jaws at her, not knowing which move to make next. So instead they played it off.

"Well, maybe one day we can actually hang out and get to know her. Maybe here at the house, we can invite her over for dinner." Stefan suggests.

"That is a marvelous idea Stefan. Matter=of-fact, I was going to ask you to stay for dinner Sheila. Will you?"

"Um, I don't k now. I should probably get Bonnie home."

"Maybe on a non-school night day." Sheila says.

Damon and Sheila made eye contact in a weird way. Damon was sort of intimidated by Sheila, and he had no intentions on spoiling his relationship with Sheila because she was like a grandmother to him.

"Anyways, I was just telling Bonnie, how we rarely get out of the house anymore, so maybe staying for dinner will be okay." Sheila said.

"Great. Boys set the table for Ms. Sheila please."

"Okay, well I have to finish my dusting upstairs, so I will go do that and I will be right back."

"Bonnie, nonsense, it's quite alright come on and take a break, I'm sure it can be finished tomorrow." Lily said.

"No, it is quite alright. My grams always taught me to finish what I start. It'll take me no time, I was already almost done," Bonnie says.

"Damon, you never finished changing your clothes, go wash up and get down here for dinner." His mother says.

Stefan helps Sheila set the table as Damon follows not too closely behind Bonnie.

"So this is a crazy turn of events. Just as I thought I was going to hardly ever see you anymore, turns out I have a reason to come home after school now."

She looks at him smiling.

"Bonnie, I am so happy you got a job," He laughs.

"Me too, now."

"I surely would have missed you like crazy."

"Damon."

"What, I didn't get uncomfortable, I just simply stated the truth." They get back upstairs and he stops her in front of his bedroom door. "Bonnie, tell me you wouldn't have missed being away from me all of the time. You know I make the sun shine on your cloudy days." He says tickling her and suddenly his arms end up around her waist. "Say it, Bonnie. Say it."

She laughs incredulously, "Okay, I would have missed you Damon. I was already missing you the second you dropped me off today."

He stops, then she realizes she may have said too much. "Really?" He asks.

"Yes Damon. You are stuck in my brain. I can't help it. I think about you all the time."

He had no idea what to say. She didn't even realize she said so much just then. She must have been caught up in the emotionally charged moment of seeing him, and knowing she would see him every day.

"I have to finish dusting your parents room. Then I will be headed downstairs."

"Okay, I will change and wash up. I will wait for you."

"No. don't, I just don't want anyone getting suspicious of our friendship okay?"

"Sure Bonnie." He leans in and kisses her cheek. He loved that she allowed him to do that. Part of her wishes he had kissed her mouth. She exhaled slightly and he caught that. "Bonnie?"

"Yes?"

"What was that?"

"What?"

"You know I'm going to call you on that. You just sighed after I kissed you. You liked it."

"Damon. I have to tend to my work. I'll see you downstairs." she says.

"Okay, Bon." He says, shamelessly watching her walk away smiling.

When she turns around to catch his eye, he smirks hard, and she bites her lip.

She just woke the beast.

The family enjoys a nice dinner with Sheila and Bonnie, and just before they all part ways, Damon kisses Bonnie's cheeks again when no one was looking. She smiles and goes on her way.

The ride home is silent, with the exception of Bonnie talking about her first day at work. She doesn't mention much about the Salvatores except that they are nice. Sheila takes a mental note of Damon today for future references. He was acting the same today as he normally does around Sheila, but he was acting different around Bonnie than she normally has seen him act around other girls. Plus, he kept gazing at Bonnie, when she was focused on someone else. Almost as if he was mesmerized by her.

"So is it safe to say you like your new job?"

"Yes gram, I like that I will be making my own money."

"Yes, me too. It will keep your momma from having to give you money, or you having to ask."

"Gram, some people want to go to New Orleans on spring break. I was invited, but I said no because I wasn't gone have the money. But now I should, do you think if I work real hard, and keep with my studies, I can go too? It would mean so much, then I could see Marcellus and Beks, and Tara, and Lafayette, and my other friends.

"I wouldn't mind, but your momma is not having that. Going on an unchaperoned trip."

"Right. Well it was worth a try right?"

"Hey, we'll see what we can do o'right suga?"

"Kay, grams."

Bonnie goes inside and calls Marcel, as usual.

"Hello, Mr. Gerard. Is Marcellus home?"

"No, 'fraid not, he is out with friends tonight."

"Oh. (Pause) Okay. Can you tell him I called?"

"Sure will sweet pea. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

It was strange, because he always spoke to her on the phone every night, and if he wouldn't be able to he'd let her know the day before, or leave a message with her through her mother.

She didn't feel like asking her mother if he left a message. They still weren't talking to one another.

Few weeks later

"So am I giving you a ride to work today? Like that is a real question. Come on hop aboard the love train sweetness." Damon says to Bonnie.

"I haven't told my grams yet that you have been giving me rides."

"So. What does it matter you start two hours earlier than she does anyways."

"I know, but I feel as though I am lying to her."

"But you're not lying just not telling her."

"Damon."

"Why do you always call my name when you mean to correct my behavior Bonbon?"

"I don't know; I feel like you do it on purpose though."

"Are you my best friend or my mom?"

"Salvatore, you really get me sometimes."

He looks at her adoringly and allows her to lead the way to his car.

He opens the door for her as if the passenger seat belongs to her and only her. She gets into his car as if she owns it, as if it is her rightful place. People at school are starting to notice Bonnie and Damon together. Everywhere they go, everything they do. Talking has commenced. Damon and Bonnie, according to they are the most fascinating thing to happen to Mystic Falls since, Mystic Falls was founded. After Bonnie got in the car, he always looked at her until her seatbelt was on before he closed the door, then when he got in he always looked at her a few seconds and asked if she was ready before he even started the car.

They were a fascinating thing of beauty to observe. They were new, and fresh, and different, and in some people's mind, forbidden. This is probably why they were so interesting; it was as if they were breaking the law having their friendship. Because of it though, everyone wanted to be their friends, and hang out and get to know them. They were good for ignoring it all though. They did what they always do, enter their bubble, and not let anyone interfere with their activities. The time they spent together was so special to them both. In a way, they only had each other. With the exception that Damon had Stefan also, and Bonnie had Caroline now. She and Caroline have hung out twice. Two days her mother worked late, Sheila let Bonnie hang out at Caroline's house. Bonnie helped Caroline pick out outfits by mixing and matching things she already had. Caroline wanted new style, and Bonnie gave it to her. She looked like a Soul Train dancer when Bonnie was done.

Now she and Bonnie had plans to go to a women and young women of the community, social gathering later in the week, which Bonnie was reluctant to agree to, knowing she'd be the brunt end of some joke, or the tail end of some punchline. She may have made a few friends, but her level of trust was so meek. Especially now that Marcel was rarely home to talk, and her mom was contemplating leaving Mystic Falls to live closer to New Orleans, leaving Bonnie with her grams.

But for now it was she and Damon, heading to his house, where she would start working her Monday through Friday job and keep putting up money she had been saving, in hopes of visiting New Orleans for spring break.

"So, have you heard from your boyfriend yet?"

"I spoke to him two days ago, and then once last week."

"Does that bother you?"

"Hmm." She hunches her shoulders. "I don't know. I mean I suppose it does, because we shouldn't be having communication issues as close as we are. But then again, I am occupied enough here to be okay with it. I ain't missing nothing, I guess." Her face ponders.

"Don't you think maybe, at your age, this sort of separation isn't smart for a relationship?"

"If you want to marry the person. Why not?"

"Maybe coming to Mystic Falls was good for you. I mean, maybe Marcel and you are not meant to be together."

"Here you go again."

"Hear me out. We all think life is supposed to be one way, until we experience it differently. Then our experiences help us see a better future."

"You might be right Damon. I mean maybe Marcellus and I are not supposed to be together. But, it doesn't explain why we should break up."

"It has run its course. Like many things."

"What makes you say that?"

"I see how you are with me. We are real, true friends. Right? Nothing more obviously. But, somehow, we are closer to one another than we are to anyone else in our lives. If that is true for you as it is for me, then how is it that Marcel and you are together under the pretenses of getting married. Shouldn't your husband know you better than anyone else?"

"Damon, Marcel is the only boy I have ever kissed. The only boy I have ever looked at in that way. The only one who ever looked at me in that way. He was keen on me when he first saw me. It made me feel special. He was the first boy to look at me and not my body. That mattered to me a lot."

"Do you still think he is the only boy to see you for who you are?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

"I am a strong, smart, loyal, caring, beautiful woman."

"That is how he sees you?"

"I suppose so."

"Now here is the kicker, is that all you think you are?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did you know you are open-minded, funny, creative, hard-working, and over all amazing?"

She looked at him silently.

"I am just saying, you are different then who you were two months ago?"

She thinks about what he says, and it penetrates her. "Well, here we are. Let me make you some lunch before you start working."

"You always trying to feed me Damon, Why?"

"I think that a few pounds extra look good on you, and you never eat lunch at school."

"I do."

"A banana, or an apple isn't lunch."

"Sit, I will make you the best grilled h am-n-cheese sandwich you have ever had."

"I can't sit. But I will start polishing the furniture in the next room. Or I will be behind in my work."

"Okay Bonbon. I will put on some music. Some of my favorite music. Let's see if you can hang with my kind of music for a while."

"Okay Damon," She says rolling her eyes and laughing.

He puts on Creedence Clearwater Revival. Of course the first song to come on is Proud Mary. Bonnie is a proud Tina Turner fan.

"Hey, this is a Tina Turner song!"

"Actually, it is not an original Tina Turner song."

"What? Get out of here."

"I am perfectly serious. Creedence Clearwater revival made the song two year before Tina Turner covered it. Just so you know she did a cover, and there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, for not knowing that sweetie."

"Shut up. I have never heard this version."

"You need to expand your musical Palette is why."

"Well, you must admit, Tina's version is better?"

"I can't argue; I mean her passion is out of sight. But, this is where a lot of Blues and Rock have things in common. I tell, you our musical choices don't differ so much Bonbon."

"I guess you could be right. I like this record."

"Maybe I will let you borrow it sometime."

"Psh, if my mom will let me put this on in our house."

"Well, you are always welcome here to listen to it."

She walks back into the kitchen after polishing the dining room table.

"Here you go. The best. Simply!" He said.

Bonnie took a bite of the sandwich like she was starving, and she sank her teeth into it. A person observing her could tell how delicious it was by watching her eat it, more or less devour it. After a while of eating that sandwich and listening to the record Damon put on, Bonnie was pretty satisfied with life.

"This album is pretty soulful." She said. "Okay, I need to head upstairs and dust those rooms. My grams will be here in an hour.

Damon cleans his mess up and Bonnie watches the boy in the kitchen from the dining room for a few minutes. He seems too good to be true sometimes. Too bad they are from different worlds, because she digs him, she digs him so much she can't think straight sometimes.

The next day in class, Damon and Bonnie met up early as usual. They went in to class, and sat and immediately Damon noticed Bonnie's outfit. As usual her light brown curly hair was empowering. She wore a skirt. A frilly button up shirt. Knee high socks, and penny loafers. He loved when she dressed like this. She rarely dressed up this way. Today they were going to be presenting their Romeo and Juliet lines to the class, but the teacher cancelled their readings. He sat at the desk, eyeing her legs.

She looked beautiful in the sunlight, it was a warm day. The spring was here and the weather was better. She had the softest looking caramel colored legs. They looked flawlessly smooth, as if she was literally dipped in caramel. She sat at the table with her legs crossed, as he sat in the desk next to her. He couldn't help but to stare at the point where the skin of both of her legs met. For some reason, that area was so tempting to him. Maybe because he could imagine his hand between her thighs. He could imagine doing terrible things to Bonnie just looking at the way her legs were crossed.

He tried to pretend to be paying attention to the lecture, but really he kept staring at her delicious legs, biting down on his pencil, unknowingly, trying to relieve some tension that was emanating from his groin region. He prayed the teacher didn't call on him to stand or anything anytime soon. He had popped an unintended boner in his pants. She shifted her desk to turn towards his desk so they could practice their lines one more time. Her seat was facing him giving him the perfect view of her unmentionables.

He was almost unashamed of staring. He didn't even try to be discreet once she turned her desk towards his. She was talking to a class mate next to them, and when her class mate asked to share some of Bonnie's notes, her legs happened to part slightly when she was leaning over. His pencil still being chewed to shit in his mouth never stopped as her legs were moving around a lot, Damon got a peak at what looked like white cotton panties. His eyes almost popped out of his head, because her creamy thighs took up just enough space on her chair, that her kitty cat wrapped in white wrapping, was just peeking through her thighs enough he could drool, which he did.

When he looked up his eyes locked with Bonnie's. She caught him looking under her skirt, and he probably should have said something to her. Maybe a 'sorry,' or a "that was an accident,' or maybe he could have just called himself a 'jerk', and slapped himself. It didn't matter what he said either way. When she locked eyes with him, she didn't even flinch. He looked at her unknowingly and she looked at him, then looked down at herself, and she opened her legs more for him.

Damon's eyes widen.

Bonnie sits upright, then open her legs a few inches. She watches as his eyes look downward to her panties, then back up at her in surprise. Then she puts her pencil in her mouth and in a bit of a seductive way, she lightly chews on the pencil. When Damon, looks with no shame, she opens them just a bit more for Damon. She has no idea what has gotten into her at this moment. But his eyes on her, made her feel a way she was comfortable with. It was Damon after all. His pencil is chewed up and his fist is balling on the desk. He anticipates touching her, but he knows they won't touch one another, so his manhood may suffer for that later. Her innocent face was smiling demurely at him and it was just making him want to throw her on the desk and make her scream his name. A vision of her white cotton panties will stay with him all day, burned into his brain. He breaks his pencil mistakenly, she laughs at him. Then he laughs at himself, just as the bell rings.

* They are getting comfortable with each other. They have a great friendship so far...