The remnants of what used to be the Grille were charred black and still smoky in a few places with tumbling ashes floating over the sidewalk like gray snow whenever a breeze stirred up in the area. Even though the fire department had managed to save a few walls, it was obvious the place would have to be torn down and perhaps built all over again. It was odd to drive down the street and pass nothing but a burnt fossil of a building that everyone had hung out inside at one point of another.
Sitting on a small park bench, Bonnie ran a hand through her black curls as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her thoughts were orbiting one central subject; Damon Salvatore. Even though it hadn't been that long it was odd to think of a period in her life when she didn't know Damon. When he wasn't annoying her or saving her from the dangers of kiss-less nights. And yet sometimes she felt as if she didn't know him at all—which he would say is a total lie. That she knows him better than anyone else. Still he always managed to surprise her when she least expected it.
Like not even making out with me when I was hopped up on magic.
Waking up in his bed as the sun shined through his window practically on top of him had been amusing and slightly mortifying but she'd managed. He'd taken the whole encounter in stride and disappeared to make her breakfast. It was almost a shame that he could be so good when he wanted to be because then it would be that much worst when he was bad.
However she wasn't focusing on any of that though feeling him hard and warm underneath her put certain ideas into her brain that she did not want to deal with. How can the best and worst place in the world be in his arms? It would just cause more un-needed complications to an already complicated situation.
Right now she was thinking about her conversation with Elena concerning their bond. The spell to renew it wasn't that tricky and she was confident she could do it, but she didn't know if she wanted to or not. Was it worth the heartache she might come to feel later on? His feelings for her best friend were still there; possibly forever. So why should she put herself back into the frying pan?
Interesting analogy since obviously I never left the fire. I try to stay away from him and I just…can't. It's like some unknown force keeps shoving us together no matter what I do. If it turns out he's my soul mate I'm gonna kick destiny in the face.
It was highly possible that she just considered him to be familiar but she had a feeling it was more than that. The scariest thing however was believing that he considered her to be more than the one that got away or uncharted territory. The one thing she knew about him was that when he was truly in love, he would do whatever it took for the object of his affections. It was intense…maybe too intense.
Yet Elena had been wrong about one point. Damon had her back no matter what either way; even if she never reconnected them. It was comforting to know actually.
Dry leaves crackled softly as footsteps made their way over to her. When she glanced up she discovered Stefan Salvatore smiling down at her before he joined her on the bench. Her relationship with him had always been somewhat friendly though she wasn't sure why. He just had that way about him.
"Hey." He said, still smiling. "You look very deep in thought."
She nodded and pulled her sleeves down over her knuckles. "I really am but I don't want to burden you with my issues. I know you have a lot on your plate."
He chuckled softly. "What's up?"
Looking at him, she narrowed her brows. "You've known Damon your entire life and there was a long period where you wanted nothing to do with him. Would you say your relationship is better now?"
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What Lies Beneath
Фанфик» Be careful of what's under the surface. It just might pull you down with it. -Damon/Bonnie
