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"You don't kiss someone by puckering your lips. You see someone, and you remember why you desire them. Your sympathetic nervous system quickens your pulse. Your frontal lobe lowers your inhibitions and you need to kiss them. It happens all at once. We're impulsive and compulsive. That's how the brain works." – (Derek Shepherd; Grey's Anatomy).
When Damon's mouth landed on hers, Bonnie couldn't help but wonder why they never shared even a small awkward kiss in 1994, where they had way more close encounters. Her arms held onto him tighter as her lips continued to match his ferocious pace. It was like he was starved for her and hadn't eaten in months. Her mind automatically suggested that there was something else he could eat, and if she allowed him he probably would.
His lips found her neck and just for a mere moment she almost wanted him to sink his teeth into her. She didn't know what came over her, but she began to crave a little pain mixed in with her pleasure right now. His lips then moved back to hers, but when Damon's phone went off, everything that could have happened was now nothing but wishful thinking. Bonnie hadn't even realized she bit his lower lip, drawing a little blood until the copper metallic taste was against her tongue.
They stood, resting their foreheads against one another as Bonnie tried to wrap her mind around what they were doing. She knew who was calling him and yet he never moved to answer his phone.
"You should get that…." She breathed.
The ringing stopped for a moment and then started back up again. This time Bonnie watched his frustrated demeanor answer the phone, all the while never keeping his eyes off of her.
For a minute, she wished they were back in 1994. At least at that time they would have had the excuse of being dead with no real hope of getting back, to justify what they were doing, and she probably wouldn't feel so bad. Now she would be beating herself up for the fact that she just cheated on her boyfriend and betrayed her best friend.
When she finally zoned back in she heard Damon tell Elena that he loved her too, even though his voice sound very struggled, and that's when it dawned on her. What was she really doing? She and Damon had finally put aside their differences and established a friendship. Granted, it felt a little more than that because they spent every day together for months, but what would really come out of stolen looks and random make-out sessions from them? Nothing but pain and sadness to their significant others.
"I should go." She turned to grab her jacket.
As she was getting ready to put it on, he stopped her, and they stood still for a moment. She almost leaned back into his touch, but she had to be strong, so she moved away and slid on her jacket, buttoning it up.
"Bonnie…" Her name escaped his lips a little strangled.
"I can't betray them like that." She hated the treacherous tears appearing in her eyes. "And I know you can't want that either."
His face looked indecisive, informing Bonnie that he wasn't sure what he wanted or if he cared about hurting their Gilbert counterparts.
When he still didn't say anything, she already knew what that meant. When Damon got a certain way or things didn't go his way, he either resorted to violence or silence. She never knew which one she would get, but she was glad it was silence because she didn't want to have to lay him out or anything. Especially right at this moment.
As she gave him a soft smile and tried her best not to let the tears fall, she turned to leave.
"I'm not going to let whatever is going on between you and me go. You should know that by now."
She paused for a moment processing his words, but she didn't turn around, and left him standing there alone.
It had been a week since he tasted Bonnie. And even though it was only her lips, he still couldn't let it go. She tasted like life… ambrosia. It was like she was more satisfying than the blood that he needed to survive with.
He knew it was wrong to constantly have his girlfriend's best friend clouding his thoughts. He knew it wasn't the ideal thing to do, but it was something that he couldn't help. Yes, he still loved Elena, he didn't know if that would ever change, but he felt something for Bonnie as well. Who knew that all that time they had spent together would actually make them more than just civil with each other. He wanted to be in her presence all the time lately. He was acting like a twin version of Stefan right now.
But then again, would Stefan currently be outside of a dance studio, watching the woman that was crawling under his skin, do dance moves that would make a blind man collapse. Bonnie decided to take dance as an extracurricular, and he only knew that because the day after she walked away from him in Alaric's apartment, he texted her, yet again apologizing, hoping they could make things right between them. They decided to remain friends, because if he wasn't going to have her any other way, then he needed to have her at least as a friend. So, since then, they had text every day, and even though it made his days better, he still wanted more.
Today she informed him that she was having a day to herself, and he joked with her several times that he would probably interrupt, but he knew he wasn't going too. When she told him that she was going to head to the studio, he couldn't stop himself from going to go watch.
And he was glad he did. The blood rushed to a certain part of his body when he watched her barely clothed in shorts, shorter than he'd ever seen her wear, and a bra. He didn't know that Bonnie was that flexible and now he wanted to use her techniques in other ways. Her hair wasn't straight tonight, and he had to stop himself from rushing in there and stroking his fingers through it, as well as stroking another part of her body.
Bonnie had always been attractive to him. He wasn't blind. She never outwardly paraded around flaunting herself, but she didn't have too. She has this hidden prowess about her that could literally knock any man off his feet, if she were to unleash it. And without even knowing it, she was unleashing it on him.
Watching her so focused with the moves she was doing made him have to really concentrate on standing still and not coming to her. It was as if she was drawing him in, and he knew the veins appeared around his eyes for a moment. He wanted her to the point it was almost painful.
Afterwards, when she finished, he watched as she drank from her bottle of water and make a seat right on the floor. How was that little action turning him on?
His phone went off, letting him know he had a message. It was from Bonnie. His lips actually curved up into a smile, upon seeing Judgey pop up on his screen. She was thinking of him.
How's drinking with Alaric? – B
He almost forgot that he was supposed to be drinking with Ric, but he decided to blow him off for his doctor lady that he had grown fond of.
He was about to text her back when another figure came into view. Jeremy walked into the studio, and a hint of rage filled Damon when she saw them hug. Of course he was going to listen in.
"Wow…" He heard Jeremy say like a dog in heat, causing him to roll his eyes.
He watched Bonnie stand up and smile at him, while putting on her jacket. She should have zipped it up and put on some pants too.
"Down boy." She joked, as he brought her into a kiss.
It was just a peck, and Damon was sure it was nothing like what he gave her.
"You ready?" He asked.
She nodded, and looked at her phone. Damon thought he saw a hint of a frown, but he could have been imagining it.
That's when he remembered that he didn't text her back. He sent her a quick text about Ric bailing and then continued to listen in.
"If you want I can blow off Matt and Tyler and take you to dinner somewhere, or we could stay in and I could…." He winked.
He knew Bonnie had blushed in that moment. "Tomorrow I'm all yours." And she held onto his hand as they walked out.
It wasn't a secret that Damon was beyond frustrated and pissed off. He needed a drink. He was tempted to call Elena up but she was hanging out with Caroline and some of their classmates, and he realized it wouldn't be right to release all of his frustrations on her through sex. Stefan was somewhere helping Ivy with something, and he had no idea where Enzo was.
He should just go and split up Bonnie and Jeremy's little boring romance, but decided to head to a bar instead.
Bonnie had the place to herself tonight and she was definitely utilizing her me day. The bath she took to soothe her muscles after her dance practice felt amazing. She pushed herself hard tonight and though she was a bit sore, she was glad she decided to get back into dancing and hadn't lost her touch. Other than singing, that was her favorite thing to do, but she kind of lost that for awhile due to all of the supernatural events that took over. Ever since she found out she was a witch and that vampires and other supernatural beings were real, there wasn't time for her to do anything that she truly loved to do. It only took her dying a few times to finally get back into it and appreciate it.
A knock on Bonnie's door pulled her away from her thoughts. She knew who it was before she opened it.
Jeremy.
She was right. He dropped her off earlier and told her he had to go pick up something for her before he went out with the guys. Now that he was in front of her, she couldn't help but give him a little smile with the way his breath caught in his throat upon seeing her.
"Here you go." He said upon entering, and handing her a phone.
She turned to face him to see him holding out her yellow smart phone. Her eyes lit up. "Oh my gosh! Where did you find it?"
He paused for a moment, before answering. "I lied to you when I said I didn't know where your phone was." She looked at him a bit confused. "It wasn't intentional; it's just that when you died, I was in a pretty dark place. I paid your phone bill and I sent you voicemails every day, more than twice a day. Some weren't so pleasant. I was mad at you because you died and all you said was goodbye over a phone call. I just hate that you constantly sacrifice yourself, and we… we don't deserve it. I thought about charging your phone when it died, but, I don't know, it just would have been too real, to see it on and you not being able to do anything with it."
"Jeremy…" she caressed his face, trying to soothe him when she saw tears form in his eyes. "I'm okay now. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." She found herself saying that a lot lately, but she could understand. With the life they all led, nothing was guaranteed.
He closed his eyes and held on to her hand. When he looked back at her he asked, "Please tell me you would like some company tonight?"
She chuckled, and tightened up her robe a little. "You are not blowing off Matt and Tyler."
He groaned. "They'll be fine without me. I can give you a massage."
She knew that wasn't all he wanted to do. "Sounds tempting."
He wrapped her in his arms. "But you're not going to break."
She shook her head. "Nope. But I am going to listen to all of these voicemails."
"Hopefully you'll still love me afterwards."
She smiled. "I won't hold it against you because you were grieving."
He kissed her lips, and returning his kiss was harder than Bonnie thought it would be. Why? It had been a week since she and Damon kissed. Why did Jeremy's kisses fill foreign to her now? She really hoped that she could eventually let Damon's kiss go and focus on her boyfriend's. That would be the right thing to do instead of fantasizing about another guy.
"Now, go have fun and call me later."
He kissed her one more time and then left.
Bonnie stayed in her robe, deciding that she was more comfortable that way. She lied on her stomach on her bed, hooked her phone on the charger, and began listening to the messages, all the while looking through her grimoire.
"You have 74 new voicemail messages." Jeremy was right, some were a bit crucial. He was crying on some, mad on others, sweet on a lot, and upset and depressed as well. Sometimes he would just say her name and then nothing at all. With a few he was cut off because they were too long.
A good two hours passed before she got to the last message on her phone. She was surprised to hear that it was from Damon.
"I practically grew up on this porch."
"Alright, talk me through it."
"Before the Other Side collapsed, my Grams said she made a sacrifice so I could find peace."
"The part where you actually have a theory."
"Well this clearly isn't peace; otherwise I wouldn't be stuck here with you."
"Rude."
Damon remembered when he and Bonnie first arrived in 1994 Mystic Falls. They sat on the Gilbert porch while she tried to explain what was probably going on. After their bickering, she gave him a sarcastic smile that practically mirrored his own at times.
Currently, he was at some bar, not too far from Whitmore College, drinking from a bottle of bourbon he compelled from the bartender. He ignored the women that kept coming over to flirt with him and the young college girls who giggled around him. Usually he would consider flirting a little and then taking them out back for a quick snack, but he just didn't feel like it.
He was about to take another swig before his brother came out of nowhere and took the bottle from him and took a drink.
"Guess I have been gone too long. You drinking from the bottle? How non-dainty of you, Stefan."
Stefan smirked. "Guessing Alaric bailed on you."
"He chose some new doctor over me." It sound quite pathetic when he said it, but his mind was so focused on Bonnie, nothing was becoming clear anymore.
"Well, considering that Jo, that's her name," Stefan said, compelling the bartender for a bottle as well, "She can't be compelled, so I think it's best that he did blow you off, so he can figure out who or what she is."
Where had he been that he didn't know that? "I know I was dead for four months, but how I am I just now finding out about this."
"Because for some reason you've been moping over Bonnie since you got back."
Damon wondered if he was that observant, but he forgot that his brother knew him better than anyone else.
"Which I don't understand because she's back and safe now."
Damon glanced at him and then took another drink.
"You have feelings for her don't you?"
He still didn't say anything, because he could come right out and say that he had feelings for Bonnie, but he still needed to figure it all out himself. He was still in love with Elena after all.
"It's not that easy," He confessed, "To just come out and say that, it's not that easy."
Stefan nodded and took another drink. "Well try to refrain from giving Jeremy death looks and a harder time than usual."
"If he didn't try to smother her to death then I wouldn't have to give him a hard time."
"He is her boyfriend."
"Yeah, and Elena's my girlfriend, so what? I don't smother her." Damon even realized how absurd it sounded, but he didn't care.
Stefan just shook his head. "When did all this start? When did your feelings begin to change for her?"
He gave Stefan a look. "Just to clarify, I don't need you to be my shrink or give me your brooding eyes." He paused for a moment. "In 1994, it was just us and it was different. Bonnie and I actually became tolerable with each other. We became friends. So, I don't know. I can't really tell you when it all changed. I don't even know myself. I just know that when I thought she was dead dead, and stuck in 1994 without me, I missed her, and I can't imagine that again."
Damon knew Stefan was surprised to hear him confess something like that, and it's not like he could blame it on the alcohol. Everyone else would have probably bought it, but not Stefan.
"So you love her?"
He choked on his Bourbon a little. "Why does everything have to be about love with you? I like her. We're friends who text….."
Stefan laughed, cutting him off. "Just be careful Damon, and Bonnie needs to as well."
Damon shrugged, deciding to change the subject. "Where's your little girlfriend stalker."
"Ivy's not my girlfriend anymore, but she wanted to get some rest after the training we did."
"Look at you being the dutiful brother."
He and Stefan stayed at the bar for a couple of hours, taking a few to the head and catching up. He never realized how much he missed Stefan. And though he promised him an eternity of misery, he was just really glad to be back with him.
While Stefan stepped to take a phone call from Blondie, Damon decided to step out back to get a quick snack.
Bonnie's heart jumped in her chest the moment she heard Damon's voice come through her phone.
"That's it? That's your outgoing message? Really? I mean the one time I'm actively seeking the sound of your voice, that's all I get? Perfect. Anyway, I'm in your room. Which is a lot less weird than it sounds. But I just wanted to say that, because of what you did for me, I got to see my brother again…. I got to see Elena." There was a pause. "So thank you. And I'm sorry… Other than that I don't know what to say… or what I'm supposed to say, except that….I miss you… a lot. I'll do everything I can to bring you back."
She closed her grimoire and turned over to lay on her back. She replayed the voicemail a few times and decided not to delete it. She cared for Damon. She couldn't lie and say that there wasn't something there between them. She would even go as far as saying that she had feelings for him, but she loved Jeremy. Jeremy was good to her. Yes, they had problems in the past, but they worked through it. And then there was the fact that Elena, her best friend, was in love with him. And they were a couple. She wouldn't come between that.
But then there was those moments, during texting one another, during their previous one minutes of just being around each other, it just felt right…. comforting. He was her friend and that was all they could really be. And yet, sometimes it sucked, because it was really hard not seeing him every day.
Her other cell phone ringing, brought her out of her thoughts.
It was Elena and she could barely hear her friend between the frantic sound of her voice.
"Elena, slow down. What's wrong?"
"Damon's been captured by the hunter. He may kill him, Bonnie."
After Elena told her where she was, she got dressed and drove her Prius past the speed limit to the borderline of Mystic Falls.
She didn't remember parking her car, but she was out of it in no time, running up to Caroline and Elena.
"How did this happen?" She said looking at the flipped over van across the border. "Where's Damon?" She tried her best not to seem like she was extremely terrified that something happened to him.
Elena explained that Stefan called and told her that he and Damon were out at the bar, and when Damon went out back, he was captured by the vampire hunter. Alaric and Stefan tried to rescue him but their plan failed.
Now, Bonnie was witnessing Stefan trying to help Damon and Enzo, who they didn't know was in the van too, out of Mystic Falls. She noticed the hole in both Stefan and Damon's chest, and knew that because they were still a little far away, that they weren't going to make it. They didn't know where Alaric was, but it was safe to say that he was probably on the verge of death as well.
Bonnie had a choice of going in and helping, or performing the spell to release the magic barrier. She chose the latter.
Elena caught her off guard as she tried to enter Mystic Falls to help, but Bonnie halted her in her spot.
She turned around not being able to move. "B-Bonnie what are you doing?"
"You'll die, Elena."
"I have to save them."
She ignored her friend and concentrated on the border. It was time to see if what she learned would pay off.
Bonnie began to feel her spell working in no time; a spell she created, and it made her feel weightless and incredible. She looked back at the three getting closer to the edge, and before she knew it, they stopped struggling. Their death wounds disappeared and they were no longer dying.
When she took a deep breath she couldn't help but provide a small smile. She did it. There were no nosebleeds or feeling like she may pass out; just a little tired, but that was expected, because it was a big spell. She was definitely getting a handle on this. No stress from trying to save the world on a daily basis gave her time to get a hold on her magic in just a few weeks. Imagine if she would have had a chance to do that sooner. Her magic would have exceeded her own expectations by now.
Oh well, she had a lot of time to practice.
The fact that all of that happened before 11 pm left Bonnie feeling restless. The vampire hunter, Tripp, had got away, but they didn't think he would retaliate tonight, so Bonnie decided not to worry about it until later.
Instead, she decided to head to her dad's home for the night, since she didn't feel like driving back to the dorms. If it weren't for Sherriff Forbes, Bonnie wouldn't probably have a place to come back to in Mystic Falls. She kept an eye on her dad's and her gram's place. Even though she didn't think she was coming back, it was more of a favor for her daughter. Speaking of Caroline, she decided that she as going to spend the weekend in Mystic Falls with her mom, and Elena decided to stay the night with Damon.
Bonnie had every intention of calling Jeremy to tell him everything that happened tonight, but when he text her to check up, she decided to wait until tomorrow. She didn't need him to be worried or use it as an excuse to come over. She still wanted her alone time.
Her cell phone buzzing let her know she had a text message. It was from Damon.
Thank you-D
A smile formed to her lips.
No problem. But, I decide to take one day for myself and you almost get yourself killed. Smh –B
Her phone buzzed again.
Maybe I just wanted to see you again ;) -D
Bonnie rolled her eyes, and smiled. She took a deep breath and laid down on her couch; lighting the fire place and candles with her mind, and cutting off the lamps in the process.
Her phone went off again.
And I don't want you to miss me too much if something were to happen. –D
This was wrong. Were they talking as friends or were they flirting? Or was it both? Whatever it was, she needed to cut that aside.
Good night, Damon. –B
Even though he was right, she would have missed him terribly. A part of her wanted to be the one to go and comfort and hug him tonight instead of Elena, to make sure he was okay.
"What do you want?" Bonnie said to Damon who turned around to look at her.
"Just watching the parade." He said, causing her to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
"Away from you." She turns around.
"I want to say something to you."
"Just leave me alone."
"Thank you."
She looks at him weird.
"The device in Emily's spell could have killed me. I don't take what you did lightly so…. Thank you.
"I did it for Elena."
"I know that, but I'm still very grateful. And, I owe you. Enjoy the parade."
A knock on the door woke Bonnie from her dream. She hadn't even realized she was sleeping. And she really didn't plan on having a dream about Damon when he thanked her years ago at The Founder's Day parade.
The knock sounded a little more frantic, before she got to the door and looked through the peep hole.
It was Damon. And before he could knock again, Bonnie opened the door.
"Damon, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" He asked, looking at her almost menacing, but with worry hidden behind his features.
"Really you're going to say goodnight to me like that during the middle of our conversation and then not pick up your phone when I called you five times? What if something happened?"
She crossed her arms, because it was nippy outside. "I said goodnight because I was tired."
She watched as he looked her up and down with a predatory gaze.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked, staring at her legs in her short shorts.
"I wasn't until I had to open the door and listen to you lecture me."
"Then invite me in."
"And what good would that do?"
He smirked. "I'll let you handle me if I get out of line."
She heard the sexual innuendo in his voice, but brushed it off.
"Come in, Damon." She allowed him to enter and locked the door after him.
As he sat down on the couch she was lying on; she decided to sit down beside him.
"Look, lifting the veil didn't wear you out or anything did it? No nosebleeds? No dizzy spells?" She knew him asking her was somewhat difficult since he always tried to pretend like he didn't care.
She gave him a smile. "Watch it Damon, I might start to think you actually care." She mimicked the time they said that at a dance a couple years ago.
"Wouldn't want that." He remembered too well.
"So, why are you here? I thought you would be living it up enjoying being back at your place with Elena." Her chest did this weird jump when she mentioned her best friend's name.
"She fell asleep and I decided to come see my favorite witch."
She gave him a look, and it grew silent between them for a moment.
"We didn't have sex if that's why you got quiet."
She looked back at him. "I didn't…I don't care…."
"I'm sure." He unconsciously grabbed her hand in his, and just started to fiddle around with it, and she didn't move it. "And what about you, how is your Bonnie time going?"
"It was just about to wind down and I was trying to get some sleep, but look where I am now."
He smirked. "Save the sarcasm for me."
She rolled her eyes playfully.
"So, should we take this up to the bedroom and I hold you until you fall asleep like that one night?"
She shoved him a little. "I thought you weren't going to bring that up again." She almost forgot about the one night in 1994 when it hit her all at once that she was never going home, and she had nightmares, causing her to thrash around in bed and wake up screaming. Damon was in the room in no time and offered to sleep beside her, to which she accepted. She woke up cuddled into him and they swore they would never mention it again.
He shrugged. "What can I say; I liked waking up that next morning with you hogging the bed and me." He winked.
"Yeah well you hogged the covers." She spat back.
Silence filled the air again between them as they thought about that moment.
Damon's voice broke through the quiet. "Have you slept with boy wonder since you've been back?" He still looked down at their hands intertwined and Bonnie was completely thrown off by his bluntness.
"Let's not talk about that." She said softly. She had slept with Jeremy once since she'd been back, and it was just in the heat of the moment. It bothered her that she felt bad afterwards, and she didn't know why because Jeremy was her boyfriend.
She wasn't prepared for him to snatch his hand away and act cold towards her, as he stood up and walked towards the door.
"Really, Damon?" She stood up and followed him.
"Coming here was pointless." He opened the door to leave, but she slammed it closed with her mind before he could walk out.
"I wasn't. Done. Talking."
He turned around and smirked. "Looks like you have been around me too long."
She ignored him. "I thought we were done with this Damon. I don't understand why you're mad about me and Jeremy….why you even care! Especially when you're with Elena…."
He cut her off. "I think your just settling for Jeremy because he's all you know."
She scoffed. "I'm not settling for anyone!" The nerve of him. "I love Jeremy."
"He cheated on you with a ghost!" He shot back.
The fire on her candles rose a little higher. She groaned and rolled her eyes. "You are so frustrating!" she yelled and stocked to the kitchen with him on her heels.
"Just admit it. You're only with Jeremy because you think he's the only one that will ever want you."
"Why don't you admit you're only with Elena because she looks just like Katherine?"
"Like I haven't heard that one before."
Bonnie pulled two small glasses out of the cabinet. "Add the fact that she was with Stefan first and you have this problem with wanting what your brother has."
Damon's vamp face turned on and he found himself speeding to stand straight in front of her. He knew she wasn't going to budge as she gave him a defiant look and held her chin up. He admired that about her even if she was pissing him off right now.
He had every intention of saying something even though a part of him wanted to pull her in and kiss her, but he refrained and listened to what she had to say.
"Don't forget that I spent every day with you for four months, Damon. Four months! And I know… actually everyone knows that you have this problem about living in Stefan's shadow. You think you're less than him. That you're the 'bad' brother and that everyone looks at Stefan like he's a saint, and looks at you like you're a monster. But at the end of the day you and Stefan have both done some messed up shit in your years. Some justified, some not. You told me that I settle, but at the end of the day, you settle too. You were so obsessed with Katherine and when you met Elena she was everything Katherine wasn't. You were pissed when you found out Katherine didn't want you and wanted Stefan, and so you tried to get Elena to want you the way Katherine didn't. I know you've heard all this before and I may sound like a broken record right now, but I think you need to hear it again. You are not Stefan."
Damon tried not to show any emotion on his face. He didn't want her to see that her words were cutting through him, but he stood there and allowed her to continue. "You are not Stefan…. And that's fine. That's perfectly okay. Because you are Damon. You're the guy who, even though has this tough exterior, just wants to be cared for… to be loved. You do what you think is right, even though sometimes it can end a bit disastrous. You are very impulsive and hard headed, but Damon, we all have our flaws. I'm not excusing the things you've done, you already know that, but I wasn't lying when I said there was hope for you. You're worthy Damon. But I shouldn't have to tell you that. You should be able to tell yourself."
His chest tightened. Bonnie was looking at him; no it was like she was looking through him. How could they have just been in a bickering fight and then it end with her telling him about himself… in a good way. He didn't know if he could take it. She was unleashing his vulnerability. They had conversations all the time in 1994, shared a few secrets here and there, but they bickered more than anything. This was different… deeper.
He needed a drink. And it was as if she read his mind, because she pulled out a 25 year old bottle of scotch. His eyebrows rose as he gave her a look of surprise.
"What?" She smirked. "You really think just because I don't spend my days and nights drinking like a certain vampire in front me or go out all the time that I can't handle a stiff drink? Plus, I think this sentimental moment was a little too much for you."
She poured them both a little of her dad's scotch, and he watched as she drank it all. He was impressed as he followed suit.
"Now, can we go back into the living room and have a friendly conversation?"
She led the way and he followed her, bringing the bottle.
He sat down beside her and poured her a little more to drink. "You know I've always valued what you think. How you see me. You don't push me to be something I'm not."
"Nope." She took another drink. "I'll be the first to call you on your shit."
He provided a smile. The fact that he genuinely smiled with Bonnie told him a lot about himself but way more about her.
They talked way into the early hours of the morning. She asked him what he had always wanted to do in life, and he broke down and confessed that he always had a thing for art. All the places he had been and seen; he always wanted to create what he saw through his eyes on a canvas. He never revealed that to anyone, not even Stefan. He liked how Bonnie seemed interested as he spoke. Her encouraging words actually made him want to take it up, once they had a moment not to worry about who was trying to kill them next.
He also revealed that he hadn't really got over the fact that Elena erased her memories of him. He was aware that she had a mental breakdown, but it still didn't sit too well with him. While he was thinking about her, she wasn't strong enough to keep the memories of him. And instead of bashing the both of them, Bonnie just told him that people grieve differently. Damon should be happy that Elena got his memories back, but in all honesty, he didn't confess that maybe if he weren't so selfish, he wouldn't have allowed her memories to come back. He wanted Elena for so long, but everything that Bonnie said earlier was still running through his head.
Yeah, he had a lot to think about.
He didn't remember when she laid his head on his lap, and he absent mindedly traced his fingers through her hair. They did that a few times in 1994, but it all felt different now.
"Since we're being honest, and honesty is the best policy in friendships," He didn't even have to look down to know she smiled a little. "Earlier today, I followed you to the studio and watched you dance."
Her reaction was different then what he expected. She actually closed her eyes, and used her magic to bring the cover over her body. She was definitely a surprise.
"And since we're being honest, I guess I should say that I knew you were there watching me."
She was asleep not too long after that. And instead of moving, he sat there and watched her. It wasn't a secret that he didn't really have girls that were close friends, but Bonnie could be the exception.
Even though what he was beginning to feel for her may not really add up to just a friendship.
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Just a few things. I know the number of voicemails Bonnie had were probably unrealistic, because I think there is only a number of voicemails you can send to someone before it says that their mailbox is full, but let's just think out the box with this lol. And I know there is still Beremy and Delena going on, but it all fits into the story to lead us to more Bamon, if that makes any sense. And that scene with Bonnie dancing was from Kat Graham's recent video of her dancing. Go check it out if you haven't seen it =)
I just wanted to let everyone know again, that I will try to update once a week depending on how my muse is and what I can get from the previous episode to tie in. It will follow the show somewhat, but obviously it will still be different.
Thanks again for reading! Love you all & and please review =)