I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 42: 'Team Edward'

HE WOULD NEVER ADMIT THIS OUT LOUD EVER, BUT DAMON IS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC, DESPITE HIS COOL GUY PERSONA, HE HAS NEVER SHOWN MORE PASSION OR AFFECTION FOR ANYONE MORE THAN A WOMAN WHO HAS HIM IN LOVE

Bonnie's shrill laughter overpowers his stereo as her head flicks backwards, curls catching in the wind coming in from his rolled down car window.

"Oh my god, I'm crying." She wipes under her teary eyes as Damon recalls jokes from the parody film they just watched, 'Vampires Suck'.

"I'm gonna pretend to be your BFF, but if you touch Rick's wang, I'll cut you." He recited in a cheery feminine voice.

"Stop!" She smacks his arm, dying of laughter in her seat, "You see, this is why we got kicked out before the credits scene."

"We got kicked out because of your ridiculous laughing through out the whole movie, you were practically falling out of your chair." He argues back.

"Because of your commentary so it's your fault." She reasons, nudging her index finger into his shoulder.

"Fine, I'll take the fall, but don't act all high and mighty," He gives her a pointed look, "You didn't say a word when I compelled that manager guy not to ban us for the rest of the year."

"He was being unreasonable!" She defends before falling back into a fit of giggles, "It's the only cinema in town."

"Right? What a prick." He laughs at the situation, remembering how she couldn't hold back a snort while they were actively getting kicked out and as they were being reprimanded afterwards, "But you have to admit, you were a nuisance. Did you have to scream?" He questions, referring to the moment the actor who cosplayed Edward came onto screen.

"Did you see his hair?" She cackles, turning in her seat dramatically, hitting the centre console with each word.

"I've seen my brother have a bad case of hero hair, but that was just wrong. They did him so dirty." His eyes squint until they wrinkle at the sides because of how hard he's laughing. In fact, he can't remember the last time he had ever laughed like this.

"I can't-" She can barely catch her breath, "Believe you're defending a man who sparkles."

"Rather him than a sad puppy who can't take rejection." He retorts, referring to the unrequited love interest.

"So, you're officially team Edward?" She asks, continuing to move freely in her seat, too consumed by the conversation to remember to wear her safety belt.

"I didn't realise it was a competition." He shrugs, standing on his stance.

"Come on," The adamant Team Jacob apologist flails her arms around that are swallowed up by a leatherjacket that is too big for her, "Anyone can see that there was something going on between them while he was gone."

"Was it really something if she went running back to him the second she had the chance?" He raises his brows with a 'know it all' grin.

She rolls her eyes, folding her arms in defeat, "Okay fine, but you have to admit that the first one is way better."

"Only because the wolf-boy has less screen time."

"You're such a hater!"

"I said what I said," He shrugs, "Besides, the whole werewolf thing wasn't doing him any favours."

"I don't know," She starts playfully, "The shirtless, tanned abs, tattoo look is kinda hot."

The older Salvatore side-eyes her with an expression of fake suspicion.

"Kidding," She raises her sleeve covered hands, "It's only a little hot."

Curling into herself, she dodges the jabs at her stomach.