Black girl White boy
Chapter 12 - Challenges in NOLAdise Part 3
Rating M - Mature situations, behaviors, offensive language
A/N A WARNING: this chapter has offensive language and behavior. You will see some of Bonnie's past come to light and some of the old Bonnie will resurface, from before she moved to MF. Secrets will be exposed. There are some explosive moments in this chapter. Please, please enjoy! Thanks to those of you for sticking with me!
Sorry for errors.
Donna Summer - Love to love you baby – Release 1975
Diana Ross – Love hangover Release - 1976
"Defining myself, as opposed to being defined by others, is one of the most difficult challenges I face." – Carol Moseley-Braun
An impatient Damon at that moment walked in and watched… they looked like they fit together. They looked like what was deemed acceptable by society. They had the same color skin, they fit like they were made for each other he thought. His heart ached at the sight. He tried to swallow his insecurities, but Marcel looked like he was going in for a kiss, and Bonnie didn't realize it and he kissed her. Breaking the already aching heart of Damon. In his disappointment, he walked out. He was ready to leave NOLA tonight.
SLAP!
"Marcellus!" She slapped him. "What the?"
"Didn't you come to see me?"
"No. I didn't. I came for spring break and to visit my family and friends, last I checked, you haven't called me in months. I called you over and over, and your daddy kept telling me you were busy! You just gone kiss me, like you have it like that? Hell no."
"So, what, you still mad baby? You see why I was gone. I went to make something of myself. To be a real man, ya dig? How was I supposed to ever take care of you without a plan? Huh? Answer me that Lil B?"
The entire crowd sat there and watched as the two went back and forth. This was an argument months in the making. The glares from Bonnie to Marcel were so sharp, if you walked between them, it would cut you. "You were just supposed to be a man, and not abandon me, knowing what I was going through."
The yelling continued and as Damon was walking closer to the car and he heard screaming, but he didn't bother turning around. His anger got the best of him and walked out to the front a punched the medal mail box. His knuckles instantly bled.
"Damon, what happened?" Stefan yelled at him.
"What happened? What happened! This was a big fuckin' mistake. Let's go!"
"No. Why?" Caroline asked.
"She loves him. The second she saw him…. I- don't know. You could just see it in the hug, and then…. Fuck! Then they kissed." He was yelling at the top of his lungs. "GAAAAAHHHHHHH!" He yelled looking at his swollen knuckles. Damon was a hot head. He had a bad temper. It was starting to show. Damon, we need to go get you to the hospital.
"Fuck no. I'm driving a stolen car, and I'm not allowed to leave the state of Virginia."
"What? Why?"
"It's a long story. I got in some trouble last year, and I am on probation."
"But the car, who'd you steal it from?"
"My pops. I was supposed to bring my car, but at the last minute I decided to get my use out of this one, and not put the miles on my baby. When I get back it's going in a storage, and I'll get mine back."
"Your dad won't call the cops right?"
"Yea, he would. Just to put some hair on our chests. Get our asses whooped in jail, get a record, remove our fears of the law, then we would never be afraid, of being caught, getting arrested, being in jail, and especially not be afraid of cops. Because we would be able to have been there and done that." Stefan said, with Giuseppe logic. "He only, and always wants to toughen us up."
"Dang. I'm sorry. Well Okay, then let's go inside and tell Bonnie we need to wash and wrap your hand."
"We'll go back to the rental." He said stubbornly.
"No, Damon. Caroline is right."
Back inside of the party, Bonnie and Marcel were going back and forth and Caroline, Stefan and Damon head back to the party, beginning to hear the commotion, they decided to listen before reacting.
"They ain't gonna want us in their party." Damon said angrily.
"Damon, Bonnie isn't going to just let you walk around with a hurt hand." Caroline insisted. The closer they got the more they yelled. Then they stood at the door in the same spot Damon stood when he saw Bonnie and Marcel hug. Only this time, instead of a warm embrace, harsh words were spoken instead.
"You know, Cello, it's easy to say you left and joined the Army for me, but who really knows? You probably got yourself into some trouble that you couldn't get out of. Because Lord knows, you had a hard time saying NO to anything!"
"Oh, okay. And you, huh? The good girl now. Do any of your little friends know about your troubled ways, back in the day? Getting in fights. Rebelling against the school teachers with your black pride shit. All that pro black panther shit you did, how it got you in trouble. Juvenile delinquent."
"What about you? Slangin' drugs?"
"So at least I made money. Maybe it wasn't legit, but you know what? It paid your fines. I paid your fines, B!"
"You only did it, because my daddy told you to."
"Hell Yeah, he was the chief. Everybody did what the chief said. Even though that nigga was in jail, everybody respected and feared him. I made sure to keep you with money. Because yo Momma sure didn't. She would've let you stay in trouble, ya dig? She was so far up yo daddy's ass, she never saw you. And guess what? You gonna be bitter just like yo momma." He yelled at her trying to hurt her.
"Fuck you nigga, I ain't bitter!" Caroline, Stefan, and Damon collectively gasped. They had never seen Bonnie in such a way.
"Uh uh don't you talk about my auntie like that!" Lafeyette said.
"Shut up fruit cake!"
"Oh Hell. This nigga didn't."
"I did. And you betta know... Nigga's who take it up the ass need to stay out my muha fuckin business!" He yelled loud enough it echoing, making everyone stop and just listen.
"Fuck you Cell." Lafayette said.
"No thank you, I like pussy!"
"Fuck you Cello!" Bonnie yelled.
"Yeah, well, we never got that far, little virgin Bonnie! That's one pussy a nigga never got. She a virgin, ya'll. A little girl, scared of the dick. Oh wait, unless you taken that white dick. You must've really changed for yo MASSAH!" At that point all sound stopped and all Bonnie saw was red. Marcellus stepped over the line.
"Now you know you're wrong, Marcellus. That shit ain't cool." Tara said.
Bonnie left all of that open-mindedness at the door and the second Marcellus made that reference to Damon being her Massah, she lost it.
She flew through the air and her hands connected to his face his body and everywhere she could. "Fuck you. You like that? Getting yo ass whooped by a girl?"
"You the same hot head from back then." He yelled as she swung away.
He didn't hit her. He just kept holding her wrists, and when she shook out of his grip she attacked him again. At that moment, Damon's hands were around her waist and flung her body off of Marcel's and held her. This room full of people were wondering who this white boy was handling their Lil B like this. He carried her out of the party by her waist and his arms securely around her.
"Bonnie. Bonnie. Stop. It's me. Baby it's me! I'm not gonna hurt you." She was screaming and swinging still. Damon carried her outside and grabbed her in his arms as she collapsed on the grass. Her gut wrenched and aching sobs and her hands kept hitting Damon's chest. Much of her pain and secrets were let out of the dark and it re-surfaced all of what she had moved past when she went to Mystic Falls. Her troublesome past, her tumultuous relationship with her mother, her reasonable closeness to Marcellus, and her purpose for being so closed off to people.
"I'm not bitter. Fuck him." She screamed and cried. Years and years of pain finally coming out. Screw the numbing with the pills and the weed, and the liquor. This was real. A sober Bonnie dealing with her emotions and not holding them in like she had always done. She felt the sting of Marcellus's words and it hurt her to her core. Partially because she trusted him with her secrets and truths, and partially because there may have been some truth to it. "I hate him."
"You don't hate him Bonnie. What he said was fucked up. But you don't hate him."
"How could he say those things in front of everybody?"
"He's a coward, Bonbon." He continued hugging. And holding her. He was a bit lost having walked out on them kissing and walking in on them fighting.
"I'm stupid for ever loving him."
"Bonnie. I saw you kiss him. Then I saw you fighting. What happened?"
"He kissed me, which lead to the fight. How much did you hear?" She asked out of breath.
"I don't know. A lot." He said sighing.
Bonnie felt complete guilt. Much of her past, she tried leaving out of the equation when it came to Damon. She didn't even know what to say. Her tears just kept falling and this was the second time in one day she broke down. He had enough of watching her hurt. He grabbed her by her face, and made her look at him. "I don't care about all of that stuff. I don't. I just hate to see you cry, and hurt. Stop. You aren't any of those things he said about you. You are good Bonnie. Remember what I told you before you went in there. I meant it." He kissed her. "I love you, and all of your flaws."
The group of people walked outside and watched the two of them. They were in awe of what they were watching, but no one said anything. Just kept watching them. It was obvious they shared a love that was beyond anything sexual. They had a connection on a deep level. Tara, hit Marcellus in the chest and told him he needed to apologize. Marcellus was with his best friend Kol, and his older brother Vincent, when they walked up to Damon, Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie. "Listen, Lil B, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to over react in there it's just that-"
WHOMP!
Damon flew up and hit Marcellus across the jaw with a tightly clenched fist. The same one he hit the mailbox with. Marcel stumbled backwards almost losing his footing. As soon as Kol and Vincent saw Marcellus stumble, they immediately were about to go on the attack and Stefan was ready to defend his brother. Damon hit Marcellus again, before Marcellus went to tackle Damon from around the waist, and get him to the ground.
"Oh okay. Little white boy, you wanna see how we do it in the hood. Huh? You wanna take your ass whoop in back to Virginia?"
Marcellus hit Damon across the face and took a couple blows to the chest. Damon was winded and when he caught his breath, Marcellus was choking him from on top of him. As he struggled for breath Marcel yelled at him, "She ain't never gone stay with you white boy. Ain't shit you can do to understand her. Who you think you kidding?"
Then somehow, Damon turned the two of them over as they wrestled in the grass. The two men were breathing heavy and Marcellus had a black eye and Damon had a bloody nose. But they were going at it, like to primitive beasts in the wild fighting for domination. The breathing was heavy. They were giving each other a run for their own money. So much anger for two men who didn't know each other.
When Damon made his way back on top, he took two jabs to Marcellus' jaw and then as he watched Marcellus fight to catch his breath, while his chest heaved up and down heavily, Damon whispered in his ear… "Your just mad, because I'm the one to lick her salty tears when she cries, I'm the one who takes the pain away. And at the end of the day, it's my name she calls when I'm making her feel good." Those bright blue eyes filled with darkness as he smiled wickedly in Marcellus face. Those words got to Marcellus, and cut him the way he cut Bonnie with his words and he somehow pushed Damon off of him, who landed in the arms of Kol, who held him by his arms as Marcellus came in for a couple of jabs to the ribs, after he sprang up from the grass.
"Fuck you muha fucka."
When Bonnie saw them outnumber Damon, she stood up and went for Marcellus, until Stefan pulled her back and put Marcellus in a choke hold. His arms wrapped so quickly around the young man's throat, and Marcellus tried gripping Stefan but he couldn't and that is when Vincent decided to outnumber them and that is when Tara pulled Vincent by the shirt and yelled at everyone. "Hell naw. Ya'll stop this shit, right now."
"You sucker punched my boy! Bloody fuck." Kol yelled, before hitting Damon taking him to the ground as they wrestled in the grass, while Marcellus and Vincent handled Stefan. Lafayette didn't want to go against his people, but if there was one thing they grew up knowing not to do, it was to jump someone. So Lafeyette grabbed Vincent and pushed him. "No. No more." He said trying to back up his sister and end the fight.
"Hold up. Hold up." Tara said. "Ain't go be no hoodlum shit at my house. Ya'll hear me? This fighting is over."
"He started this shit when he just up and sucka punched me!"
"Yea, if by sucka punch, you mean he was defending his girlfriend against yo sucka ass then yeah. That's his job as a man. You was out of line Cello. Talking to her like that. Let alone, we all know you haven't been honest with her."
"What? Nah. Don't even talk about that. It is irrelevant."
Bonnie walked to Damon pulling him by the arm, "Get me outta here."
"Wait. Lil B. Don't leave. We haven't all got to spend time with you." Tara said. "Ya'll got it outta your system. Now it's done. No more fighting. Let's lay it on the line, so we can move on. Cello, tell her before I do."
"What is it, already? What's the big secret?" She said, holding Damon's hand and wiping the blood from his nose.
"Fine, I left and joined the Army, because, I'm gone be a daddy."
She stopped what she was doing and turned to him, "What?" She said in shock. "Who?"
She looked around the crowd, and didn't see any pregnant people. "Tell her." Tara said.
Marcellus could hardly speak, and Lafayette got annoyed with is antics, so Lafayette spoke up. "Aw hell, fool, Sabine. Sabine is eight months pregnant." Lafayette said.
"Wow, you got her pregnant before I left?" She nodded her head. "I get it. When I was dealing with the death of my daddy, and my momma threatening to take me away from NOLA, you were fucking one of my best friends." She shook her head. "I really should go, Damon please..." He saw her eyes water again. Just then she wanted out Tara spoke up, towards Damon. Instantly showing him respect for the way he handled her cousin and the way he seemed to care for her and protect her.
"Say, you, what's your name? I'm Tara. Bonnie is my baby cousin." Damon slowly turned to her and grabbed Bonnie's hand.
"I'm Damon, this is my brother Stefano, and our friend Caroline." He said nursing his knuckles.
"Wow, what are you Italian?"
"Yeah, you know a lot of Italians?"
"Wops don't usually like niggas, but I mean, excuse my language. We say Nigga, but I mean, it means something totally different when we say it."
"Yeah, I get it." He said "Yeah, we are Italian, in the most cliché way you can imagine. Accept, I love this woman. And I don't care what anybody has to say about it."
"I dig that. You cool with me white boy." Tara looked at the rest of the cousins. And Marcellus and his boys, "Ya'll get back in the house. I need to talk to Bonnie and her friends."
Marcellus walks in reluctantly and looks Damon up and down, beforehand. Damon took notice.
"Tara, we can't stay. We got other people at the rental, waiting on us."
"Call 'em they can come too. Just don't leave. We love you. And whoever you bring, you know we will have love for them. I mean, ya'll already met some of the cousins, they like ya'll. We ain't racist. Okay. We got white friends, and black friends. I know you see how my little cousin was raised. She has a strong black pride upbringing, thanks to my uncle. But she came to my house a lot, and that is how she was introduced to all of the people here. Beks and Kol were adopted by my Aunt, when they were really young. The rest of us, we weren't raised like her, it made her a radical teenager. She had a strong up brining, but this is what she knew. Seeing you all with her, is a change, that shocked us. But we love seeing that she has people who care about her. Any friends of B's is a friend of ours."
"Well, thanks. We appreciate that." He looked to her, and she smiled because he was a handsome kid.
"So ya'll stayin' or what?"
"It's really up to her." Damon said.
"I'm tired. I really think I should go, because I'm not going to be pleasant to be around."
"Fine, we having another party Saturday. Be here."
"I'd love to come, if it's okay with you Bonnie." Caroline said.
"Fine. I'm not promising anything though Tara." She said with an attitude. Angry that people kept hiding the secret of Marcellus and Sabine for so long.
"Shut up girl. Come on Saturday. We gone party like old times and show your friends, how we do it. Have ya'll partied yet?"
"At the house. But we've been wanting to go out." Stefan said
"Nah. We don't need the disco. We got the disco right here. Tellem' how we do it B!"
"Yeah, okay. Fine. We didn't come alone. There are other people with us. So we need to talk to them too."
"Fuck 'em!" Damon says. "If they don't want to come, they can go to the disco. Without us."
Bonnie looked at Damon shocked. "They are your cousins."
"Yeah, and we see them every day. I want to get bent with your kinfolk, Bonbon."
"Bonbon? Haha. That's cute. White people make the cutest nicknames." Tara said laughing. "Okay then, Bonbon... Saturday."
"Alright, cuz. Love you."
"Love you too." They hug and then go their separate ways as the gang gets in the car. Damon drives as Bonnie sits shot gun, Stefan and Caroline sit in the backseat and fell asleep. He drove through the darkness of the highway. Trees kept the view dark, but the moonlight remained a main focus of light. Every once in a while, it shines on her face and he would catch her wiping tears, quietly.
"So, -uh. I saw a different side of you tonight." Damon said.
"Yeah. I don't know what to say." She couldn't even look at him. She just looked forward. Her strong attitude, was harsh sometimes, but all he felt, when she became this tough cookie, was a scared little girl.
"Bonbon, when I walked in and saw you and Marcel kiss, my heart broke. I felt like, I lost the reason to smile. I felt like turning, leaving, and never coming back. I was afraid I had lost you and so, I punched a mailbox and I think I broke my hand."
"What? Damon let me see." She looks at his hand. "Why didn't you say anything. We could have gone to the hospital."
"I really can go to a hospital out of state."
She giggled, "Why you on probation?" She asked but wasn't serious.
"Yes."
"Are you for real?"
"Yeah."
"What did you do, Damon?"
"I was doing some work for my pops, and I got arrested. I was able to fight my charges, because my parent's got good lawyer, but I still had to do a little time, and take my probation."
"What did you do?"
'Umm… Can we not talk about it right now? Maybe one day we will trade stories. Since I found out you've been arrested too, now."
"I guess that is fair." She said with a dull tone. He could tell she was nervous about how he was feeling. "I don't think differently of you Damon. I still love you. No matter what you did. And that kiss, meant nothing. I hope you understand that." He cleared his throat, and wiped a tear or two of his own. When she saw this she turned towards him and held his hand.
"Bonnie, what do you want from us?"
"Huh?" Her confusion was warranted by the wording of his question.
"When Stefan and I were driving here the other day, he asked me what my intentions were with you. He asked if we had plans after high school or is this just a high school thing? Then me and you were talkin' earlier, about the future and it makes me wonder, Bonbon. Are you going to college? Because I don't plant to. And if so, where do you see me and you a year from now Bonnie?"
"I never thought that far ahead. I mean, up until recently I was fighting my feelings for you. What do you see? You have been honest about us for longer than I have. Tell me." Her quiet voice made him want to take her so far away and just live a happy life, away from their pasts. But he knew the right thing to do was face all of the skeletons in their closets, together. He answered her honestly.
"I just see me with you. We can stay in Mystic Falls, we can move to NOLA, we can go to New York. I don't care, But I see me with you, and I don't want to be with anyone else. Do you plan to go to college?"
"I want to. College is where my future is, and my school work was always a priority. My mom made sure I stayed on top of my studies."
"Do you see yourself with me?"
"Of course."
"What if I don't go to college. What if I get a good job and help support you?"
"You don't have to do that."
"I know. I want to do that. I want to be the support system you need. I love you Bonnie, nothing matters in my life, if you're not in it."
"I love you too. It's me and you, against the odds. You're eighteen, I'll be eighteen before college starts, we can live together, and figure it out from there."
"We can't move forward with secrets. We can't move forward without cleaning up our pasts. Together. We'll deal with my dad, and your mom. Marcellus, is out of the way. Then, we will confront our arrests, Tyler, and another thing... An important thing Bonnie."
"What?"
"Well let me know whether or not you at least agree with the rest so far?"
"Yeah. I do." She said grabbing his hands and interlocking their fingers. He picked up their conjoined hands kissing them. "What's the other important thing, Damon?"
"Sex, Bonnie. Are we going to ever... get to that step? I mean, I'm not rushing it at all, just wondering it?"
"Yeah, sure." She spoke hesitantly.
"Well, I ask, because if so, we need to figure out how to be smart about it."
"What like condoms, or birth control?"
"Yeah, baby. If we ever plan to have sex, I should invest in something to protect us."
"Yea, okay. Maybe we can go together?"
"Yeah, I mean. Listen, I love you. I do. I just want us to be careful about everything we do, we have to be careful. You know. We have to be smart. I just think, now is a good time to consider checking our options."
"Imp grams got me on the pill."
"Wh-what?"
"Yeah, I started it a few weeks ago." He swallowed and squeezed her hand tighter, as if the statement made him nervous. "So eventually, when we are ready, we'll be okay."
He looked to the road and bit his lip before looking back at her.
"Alright. Me and you?"
"Yeah. You and Me."
Their eyes connected before he looked back at the road. Bonnie leaned over to sit next to him as he drove. She scooted to the center of the brown leather seats, and he put his arm around her as they drove. Her head rest on his shoulders the rest of the way to the rental, and she just sat in silence, while he kissed her forehead every few minutes. And drove along the dark highway, holding her.
…..
The gang spends the next couple of days just hanging out not doing much. Bonnie helped nurse Damon's wounds. Once the late afternoon came they began getting ready for Tara's house party. Vicky and Matt were excited to go. Kat and Lena were gone majority of the day with Tyler and Mason. They weren't too excited about going, so they agreed to go to a real disco with their boyfriends. They had the directions just in case they changed their minds, but chances were, they wouldn't be going. Elena wanted to keep Tyler as far away from Bonnie as possible, and she wanted to keep everyone's minds off of the whole ordeal. Amon was just waiting to come face to face with Tyler, which hadn't happened yet. Elena made sure her cousin and her boyfriend were never in the same room.
"Im excited about tonight." Matt said. "Any chances I'll see Beks?" he asked Bonnie.
"Yeah, she is family."
"Who cares about her, Matt. You really like her?" Caroline asked.
"Yeah, she far out and that accent…. Groovy stuff. I love listening to her talk.
"Caroline, I gotta ask, why don't you like Beks?"
"I don't know. I mean, she just doesn't seem like someone you would get along with?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Yeah and why not?"
"I don't know. She is quiet and she seems like you don't have anything in common with her."
"I think you are jealous because she is white. You like everyone else, except her. The only thing I can think of is, it is because she is white."
"Bon. I am not racist. And how can I be racist against another white person?"
"I know you're not racist, but, I think you are threatened because you wanted to be my only blonde friend, with perky tits and a cute body. But there is room for both of you in my life. I love my two blonde girls. You are two very different girls. If you give her a chance, you would like her. She is basically my cousin."
"Bonnie, I am not jealous." She said with an attitude.
"Whatever you say." Bonnie said walking away laughing. "Are you wearing that little skirt?"
"Yes I am. I am hanging out with Jesse tonight, and I think that I want to look really cute. What do you think of this outfit?"
"I think it's kind of foxy. I mean, pink is a really good color on you. If you wear those platinum platforms, and that silver earrings, it'll look great with the silver lining in the skirt."
"ya think, he'll like it?"
"I think he won't know what to do with himself. Do you have a bra?"
"This is a halter Bonnie. You don't wear a bra with it."
"But I can see your nipples."
"That's the whole point." Caroline grinned. Checking her rollers. "Just five more minutes and I can take these out."
"You look like you are going for a Farrah Faucet look."
"More like a Susan Anton."
"See, and Beks is more like a Faye Dunaway. Two different types."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "Okay Bonnie Bennett. I get it."
"We need to go early. My cousin said she has something for me to wear, and I need to be able to change beforehand."
"Bonnie, the party starts in an hour, we won't be early at all. I am still doing my hair." Caroline says.
"Okay. Hurry Caroline, we are all waiting for you."
...
"I thought I said early B? Y'all the party been started." Tara said.
"Yeah well, Caroline took forever with her hair." Bonnie said. All they heard was music. Loud music. And people laughing and partying. They were overly excited to be there. Partyin' down south with some real down home people. "Here, y'all have drink. This is Sam, he'll take good care of y'all. Pour me some of that Nolashine."
"Nolashine?" Stefan asked
"Yeah, black whiskey. White whiskey, moonshine, whatever y'all wanna call it." She said.
"Hey, B." Beks said walking up. "I hope you're not mad at me, I thought you knew what had happened, since everyone knew, and when I tried telling you yesterday we were interrupted, then-"
"Beks. Stop. It's okay. I promise. I'm over the drama with Marcellus. I'm not mad at anybody but him for lying and Sabine for ignoring me. Listen head over with them, please. I don't need them havin' too much Nolashine. They crazy as it is. Besides, Matt was excited to see you."
"Really?" She said smiling. "Okay. Where you going?"
"Tara said she wanted to get me ready for tonight."
"Oh. Okay." She turned to lead the group to Sam, "Hey you. Glad to see you." She told Matt.
"Me too." He grinned from ear to ear. "I mean I'm glad to see you, not me." He fumbled over his words nervously.
"Okay ya'll, let's have some fun." Beks said as she got them all to the drinks. Damon hesitated slightly as he watched Bonnie disappear. He noticed almost all eyes were on him. He remained alert and never turned his back to the crowd of people.
Bonnie followed Tara upstairs to her bedroom. She went into a crowded bedroom that was filled with covered lamps and throw pillows. They walked further into the room and there was a door with lots of beads hanging from it. Tara pushed through it and Bonnie followed her. In there was a smaller room with a large mirror and a bunch of fancy colored clothes. As a younger teenage girl, Bonnie, Sabine, and Beks used to dream of playing in Tara's closet. The closet filled with platforms, dresses in gold, platinum, and bronze, the best fitted bells, the cutest little shorts and tops, and a wig for every outfit.
"So your hair is straight, but you outta let me hit you with some curls, and I'm gonna shine up your face, but that's not the half of it, look at this dress, I want you to put it on."
"I don't need make up or any fancy clothes. Just get me some hot pants and a halter top so I can move." She said shaking her hips.
"No, no, baby. You see, this is how Tara makes her money now. My place, every Saturday is known as the Suga Shack. People pay me to enjoy some good ole fun on a Saturday night. Last week was different is was Cello and Kol's welcome home party. This week, I'm back as a business owner. Under the table of course. But I pay the look outs well to keep the cops off of me. So, with that said, sometimes, people like to recite poetry up in the-"
"No!" Bonnie said sternly.
"Now B, I ain't even asks you yet."
"I know what you thinkin. I said no. I'm not reciting. I don't recite no more Tara."
"Come on now, everybody misses your wise worse, your melodic lyrics, your touch of spirit. Please. I bet your Mystic Falls friends, ain't never heard you preach, have they?"
"No. I ain't spoke the word, since my daddy died. I'm done Tara. Don't ask again."
Tara looked completely disappointed in Bonnie. She needed people to hear the woman Bonnie really was. Not just some smart mouthed, righteous, activist, or a little black girl with an attitude, and a spotted past. She was a passionate, woman, not just about her blackness, but about love. No one knew the side of Bonnie, that wanted to be in love. Except maybe Damon and Marcellus. But had Damon gotten to see how deep Bonnie was? Who knows. All Tara knew, was Bonnie needed to speak tonight. She needed to be heard.
"Alright. I get it." She said curling Bonnie's hair. "You ever wore mascara or eyeliner?"
"No. I don't like that stuff. It burns my eyes."
"Tough shit. Don't rub your eyes." She said as she laid it out on the counter so she could put it on her after she finished her hair.
Bonnie rolled her eyes heavily, but after huffing and puffing for twenty minutes, and when Tara finally finished, she looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh, my, God! How did you get me to look like...? Like... Donna Summer or hell, Pam Grier?"
"Foxy right? I spend a lot of time practicing on Lafayette believe it or not." They both started laughing hard. "Chile you know he's prettier than the rest of us." Tara covered her mouth laughing.
"Yea. That's yo brother."
"Ahhhhhhh. He's so flamboyant and Daddy and Momma still act like they don't know. Titi Sheila tried to tell them back in the day, but they don't listen, so hell. It's better this way, they can't force it out of him in church. We don't talk about it. We just deal with it." She smiled.
"I miss this. I miss comin to your house on the weekends and just being myself. I miss everything, I miss my momma sometimes."
"Yeah, but chile, yo momma was too far gone. When she decided she was gone follow the Chief, and not stand beside him, she allowed herself to grant him full control. Don't get me wrong, he was well respected in the community. But I ain't never seen my cousin like that with anybody else. Evah. She could've had any man she wanted, then Sheila took her to Mystic Falls, and well, the rest goes without saying. She came back here and was just rebelling against her momma."
Bonnie shrugged her shoulders. Listen, I can't talk about my momma. I just wanna have fun tonight. My hair and make-up got me feelin like a movie star. So... What am I wearing?"
Tara pulled out a small gold dress. She opened it to face Bonnie. "I ain't never worn this one. Honestly, it's probably too small. But this would look perfect on you."
"I will look like a Floozie."
"Heffa. This is what they wear now. What, did mystic falls break your sense of fashion. This is what they wear at the discos. Stand up and put it on."
Bonnie undressed and laid the slinky thing down her body. "Wow, you can see my panties."
"Here put these gold hot pants on."
"It doesn't cover much."
Tara looked at her and rolled her eyes. "It ain't supposed to." She gave Bonnie the once over, her braless body in the slanky gold number was so slick Tara told her "you look like you going to walk in a club with Huggy bear."
"More like Starsky these days." Bonnie said unknowingly, then when she heard Tara laugh she laughed too. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, Damon is white, so… it made sense."
"I get it, lil mama. So I need to ask you something and be honest with me."
"Okay, I ain't never lied to you before?"
Tara looked at her with a serious face. "You ain't had sex have you?"
"Tara?" She asked appalled at her cousins forward question.
"Well? I mean, I can tell you haven't. You ain't got that gap between your thighs. When you develop that little gap right here, below your kitty Kat, it's because someone done put it on you."
"No. Damon has never asked me to have sex with him. He very respectful of me."
"I know that horny toad Cello asked you to, didn't he?"
"Uhh, once or twice, but mostly, Cello was very respectful of me. That man, I saw two nights ago, he was a different from the one I fell in love with. He was brutally angry last night, and I think I was more hurt that he changed so much."
"Baby, Marcel was always aggressive, and brutal. It's just, before you were blinded by your love for him. Don't get me wrong, he was solid little nigga, he did right by you and your family. But I mean, he's a man, and he wanted to get his stick his dick where the the girls would let him. It's the nature of the beast. Don't hate him. At one point you were madly in love with him, and he was with you. You owe each other a happy split."
"Maybe one day Tara, but not today."
"Anyway. Chile, I'll be downstairs. Put them gold shoes on. I'll see you in a few. You gonna have heads turning. My little cousin, all grown up. Here I brought this drink up here. Drink it before you come down. Now hurry and get your hot little ass down there."
She kissed her little cousin, and left the room. Bonnie looked at her body in the mirrors. This was different, but she was kind of excited to debut herself this way. Her curled hair, in the little gold dress. Looking bronzed and goddess like. She put the gold strappy heels on and gave herself the once over in the mirrors. She drank the drink Tara left her and she sauntered out of the room and walked to where she could overlook the large downstairs dance floor.
...
Damon was outside, smoking with Stefan, Melissa, Jesse, and Caroline. "Y'all come on, come dance. We need to get more people on the dance floor. Tara pulls Damon by the hand back into the house party and they start to dance. Caroline and Stefan trickle in slowly, with Melissa and Jesse. Stefan seemed to like Melissa, and Caroline seemed to like Jesse and they hung out that way all night.
Bonnie watched Damon dance with Tara, and some other women at the party, from upstairs. Women were very forward in touching him and dancing in ways he had never seen before. But Bonnie, Bonnie knew she could show those women how it was really done. For a girl who was inexperienced sexually, she was sure of one thing, her body. Once Tara saw her approach the stairway, she changed the record on the record player. She put on something really sultry for Bonnie to walk down to. After a while she was sick of seeing her boyfriend with other women all over him. She moved towards the staircase and walked down slowly. As the song changed, all eyes were on her.
Donna Summer's, Love to love you baby came on. When eyes shot up to the stair case, Damon took his attention off of the girl who was gyrating in front of him, to the little vixen walking down the stairs. His jaw dropped, and he silently spoke to himself mouthing the words... 'Holy fuck.'
She walked slowly watching him, and he never took his eyes off of her. He repeatedly licked his lips, itching for her to be close to him.
She made it to the bottom of the stairs, and moved to him with an ease, grabbing him and moving very seductively around him. Not above her sex grade, just enough to let him know, she was aware of her body and how to control it. He was standing in the middle of the dark, and hot room. Most of the party goers were drizzled in their own sweat. Shirts were tied, shorts were ripped, pants were folded from the top, hair was messy and all over the place, of most of the drunk and high crowd. When she became so close to him he could feel her, she twisted and turned her hips. Grinding into him like he was the last man on earth and her body was claiming his as belonging to her.
She swung her hair around and turned to face him putting his hands in her backside. When their eyes locked, he fell victim to her. Anything she could do, he wouldn't have protested. He followed her lead on the dance floor because she was so commanding. He wasn't sure how to move as the song changed to Diana Ross,' love hangover. He just enjoyed the feel of her sweaty body next to his. His eyes were stuck on her, and he looked like he wanted to make her a woman right on the spot. She allowed his hands to caress her all over and she touched him everywhere.
A few feet over, Marcellus and some local woman were dancing when he watched the display of Bonnie and her new man. He didn't like it at all. But he came prepared for it. He came prepared for letting Damon know, who had her heart first. He decided tonight would be the night, he recited something to the crowd. He was growing angrier by the second. He walked to Tara and told her he wanted to speak tonight. Marcellus had obviously seen what was happening, and he was little jealous. He decided to read a little poetry. Sometimes they did that at the parties. Sometimes they spoke their truths. Tonight Marcellus was ready to divulge some personal truths about he and Bonnie.
As they night grew later, the music grew slower. Bonnie's arms were around Damon's neck and his on her waist. She felt a little shy, her friends, family, and new friends were all at the same place. It was getting late and all she wanted to do was leave, and go have pretend sex with him, because everything about him in these moments was making her feel over thrown by her own sexuality. Then came a familiar voice as the music stopped.
"Hello, y'all know me. The hometown bad boy, turned into a hometown do right. I ain't always had my head on straight, but always had my heart in the right place. And now, I'm gone speak on it. Here it goes."
All eyes on him as he cleared his throat. Tara walked to Bonnie, I don't know what he got up his sleeve, but chile, I hope you reconsider what I asked you."
"What did she ask you Bonbon?"
"Nothing." Bonnie said.
"Y'all it ain't nothing. It is something. Bonnie is a gifted wordstress. She speaks and people listen, and she recites about love, and her soul bares her all. I asked her to speak but she won't." Bonnie rolls her eyes at Tara and shushes her.
Marcellus speaks...
"She was thirteen when I seen her.
Brown skin, brown hair, brown eyes.
She tested my patience, she tried my nerves.
I was fifteen, and I knew I could break her
She forced me away then she pulled me close.
He'll never know.
Three years of love, three years of friendship.
He can't touch our black love
When we kiss, we touch like magnets.
We go together, y'all can't stand it.
My mouth first touched those lips
My hands first held... Those hips
You can't tell where her brown skin ends,
When I touch her, where mine begins.
You can try, you can smile
But I know what behind those scared blue eyes
A little boy, to this strong black man
I had her before, I'll have her again."
Damon was fuming, he stood up ready to pull Marcellus of stage, but Bonnie stood in front of him with her hands on his chest. She was angry. How dare he disrespect her new relationship, after what he did to her. "Hey, hey. Don't listen to his words. It's not worth it. He's just trying to get to you."
Damon pushed forward to rush Marcellus, but Bonnie begged him to sit down. "He disrespected me Bonnie. He disrespected you... Again. That shits not okay with me. I'm not afraid of no NOLA boy."
"I know you ain't Damon. Please. I just want this last night to be a good one. If it makes you that mad, I'll speak. Okay. Just let me go up there and speak, okay?"
"I wanna fucking kill him."
"Damon," she said softly with pleading eyes. "Please?" Then she kissed him softly on the lips. Putting him under her spell.
"Okay, Bonnie. You don't have to go up there, if you don't want to."
"I do. Just let me do this."
Bonnie pulled her dress down, as it began riding her solid thighs. Damon pushed her hair gently out of her face. He smiled and kissed her temple and she walked towards the front of the room.
As she walked away from him, Tara looked at her group of friends the mixture of Mystic Falls and Nola and said, "Everything you thought you knew about Lil B forget it. The fighting, the trouble, the temper, the attitude... This is Lil Bonnie Bennett. This is the woman, I know, that's gonna be somebody. The woman who will change change the world with her words. Just you watch."
Damon studied the excitement on Tara's face and he grew in anticipation. All eyes were on her, and suddenly she was a shy girl, who was still comfortable in her own skin.
She walked up and introduced herself.
"Hello, I'm Bonnie, or Lil B. I want to set a few things straight, and make a few things clear. Here goes."
She stood up tall, and pushed her shoulders back. She delicately moved her hands as her proud body stood straight and she was statuesque. She took a breath as if she was about to sing and her first words came out loud and clear before she lowered her voice.
"Brown skin. Every day it's what I live in.
They thought they knew me.
Judging me, eyeing me. But they only saw the girl.
The little brown girl, in her skin.
Tough, and rough, and hard to understand.
She was misunderstood. But HE understood.
The old ways, the torn ways, she broke free of the mental slavery.
They thought they knew her. They thought they could see.
She cried every night, she ran from the pain.
Not a one, helped her to ease it away.
Then there was HE, the boy who saw ME.
He didn't see the anger, he didn't see the bitterness.
He saw the beauty in the touching of both of our skin.
He looked at me, like a person. He told me I was okay.
He let me know, there were ways to be free of the pain.
I spoke to him, like he was a part of me.
No fears, no shame. No technicalities.
His eyes were honest, his face sincere.
He didn't have to speak to let me know he was here.
What he did, that differentiated him from the rest,
Was when I pushed, HE pulled, and held me to his chest.
HIS heart beat, gave me life. His smile gave me hope.
I smile when he touches me, when HIS fingers felt my soul.
You don't know what we have. How strong it is.
But what I will tell you, is my beating heart was claimed as HIS.
He let me, be me, he held my hand and let me be free.
He let me penetrate his mind, he's within me so deep.
The love we share, exceeds boundaries of lust.
What he and I have, is rare. What we have is called trust.
The eyes are the bluest hue, and I'm lost in his ocean.
His mind, taps into the Rhythm of my hips, and he's lost in my motions.
I move him, I sway. I'm holding him to his words.
He speaks to me in truths, we're wrapped in our own world.
It's not a black one or a white one, it's grey with hesitation.
We are beyond skin tones, we are understanding and elation
Soul searching, mind connecting, he's more than his body
I don't mind his white skin, he's not just some fantasy or hobby.
I saw his pain. He was much more than mere words.
He keeps this strong face, but inside he still hurts.
Pure in his intentions, his souls is the personification of beauty,
The man with a strength strong enough to love a troubled ME
So, yeah, I'll hold him, I'll be that rock, and still be proud to be who I am.
I'm a strong black woman, so what if he's white. He's still my man."
The room was silent for a good few seconds. Her face was serious, but she didn't speak harshly. She was calm, and melodic, and flowed like the liquid of love was swimming in her veins. The entire time she spoke she looked him in his eyes. She looked at him as if she was speaking to him, and he held her gaze. Everyone felt their powerful connection. Taking in every word she spoke. He was speechless and wanted to make her his in every way.
After a few seconds of watching them look at each other. The room went wild with excitement. She spoke like a woman, who loved to her core, sincerely and purely. They loved her, and she shut Marcellus up.
Tara stood up and gave a standing Ovation while Stefan, Lafayette, and Matt all whistled. She stepped down, and before she could get all the way to him he walked to her. He whispered in her face, "You have no idea how in love with you I am."
She smiled and kissed him. They hugged and she grabbed him by the hands, and lead him to the outside of the house. They walked to the porch where it was just the two of them.
"Bonnie, I had no idea how gifted you were with poetry. Why haven't you ever told me?"
"I don't know. I am embarrassed."
"Embarrassed of what?"
"I don't know. The things I think and feel, aren't easily touched. People see me, and wouldn't imagine there is a romantic soul in me. A person who yearns for being loved and loving someone."
"I've always felt that inside of you."
"That's why I was able to speak that way about you without hesitation."
"Nothing I can say can match what you said. But I promise Bonnie Bennett, I will take my time and write you a poem, that lets you know how I feel. I mean, I will put my entire soul into it. You deserve to hear and know you are worth every beautiful word I can put together."
"Well, for right now, all I want from you… is some dancing until the sun comes up. We leave in a couple of days and I want to hold on to all of these moments."
"Okay. I can do that." He says sincerely, with his eyes trapped by her mouth. He kissed her softly holding her face.
"Just so you know, I am not making a habit of these little dresses. This was a one night only kind of thing. Tara made me do it."
"Damn. Well, let me enjoy it while I can." He hugs her and they kiss on the porch, under a warm breeze and a dark NOLA sky.
A/N hope you enjoyed this chapter. Marcellus really tried Bonnie's patience in this chapter. She set him straight though. Tyler will be addressed I have a plan for that story line that I didn't want to put into the end of the Nola trip. I wanted that to be about seeing Bonnie in her element and reliving her past. I wanted to really show an idea of her life, through Tara. Who was basically a cousin that was older, but younger than her mom. Kind of a "cooler aunt" situation. I also wanted to delve into her troubled past, (sorry not sorry for use of the N word. Sorry for the Fruit Cake reference about Lafayette. I figured I try to be honest about how someone like Marcel's character in this story only, would feel about that situation back then, this in no way reflects my opinion or feelings) and now we know both she and Damon have been arrested before. We will delve in Damon's past coming up. We also know, something is wrong with Bonnie's mom, and it will come out. I have had this plan for Abby in this story since the beginning. With my ideas this story just gained a new direction and more chapters. More obstacles to come for BAMON! So hopefully some of you still follow. For those of you who do... Thanks for being patient. :) I really do hope you liked this update. Please leave a review if you can.