I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 44: 'Founders Day'

DAMON SALVATORE IS HAPPY: HE IS MORE SURPRISED ABOUT THIS THAN ANYONE ELSE, NOT THAT THERE'S MORE THAN TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE AWARE OF THIS FACT, WHICH FOR HIM MAKES IT THAT MUCH SWEETER

Bonnie lets out a groan as a pillow hits the back of her head, burying her face further into the ruffled bed sheets she is- was sleeping on.

"Get up," An equally tired voice demands, shaking her shoulder, "Come on, you're gonna be late."

"I'm so tired," She murmurs sleepily, eyes still closed, "Just a few more minutes."

"Nope," The warm duvet that she's huddled underneath is ripped away, her naked back stiffens, shivering from the cool air coming out of an open window, "Up."

Damon, at first, had tried to be nice.

Originally opting for the romantic approach of neck kisses and affectionate rubs on the arm to no avail, but that was half an hour ago and he must now resort to harsher measures.

Making a noise of protest, opening one eye, she glares at the older Salvatore's fresh appearance. His expression is smug, knowing exactly why she's struggling to get up this morning.

All his fault, she thinks to herself, referring to how he kept her up all night. Clearly, he is more of the morning person between the two.

Slowly rising to sit up in bed, she pulls a sheet against her nude form, the smell of coffee stirs her awake.

"I hate you," She grumbles slash yawns as a light peck lands on her forehead, "How late am I?"

"I'd say you have a good...twenty-five minutes before blondie starts blowing up your phone."

A cup of coffee is handed to her directly.

He doesn't even give her chance to say thank you as he heads out of the room, warning over his shoulder, "Move your ass or I'm leaving without you."

Her mouth falls slightly agape at his audacity as the door closes behind him. Shaking her head, she sips deeply from her mug. Before an amused expression can take over, she pauses before taking another sip of the warm caffeine as she remembers, today's the day.

With somewhat of a game plan in mind, she knows that there's no messing it up. She won't get a second chance, that's why there can be no compromises. That's why even the one person who knows all her secrets needs to be left in the dark. With the reassurance that this is the right thing to do, she chugs the rest of the coffee and gets out of bed.

After a quick shower and taking a peek at the blue sky through the window, she slips on a strapless paisley sundress and wraps a brown braided belt around her hips. Putting on a pair of slouch boots after fixing up her face and hair, she literally finishes applying her lip gloss as she walks out the door, an overpacked crochet tote bag tucked under arm.

"Five." Damon calls from the side of his car, his forearms resting on top of the passenger's door he's opened for her.

"Four."

The heels of her shoes thunder down her porch steps as she slips her gloss into her bag.

"Three."

She half runs down her drive-way.

"Two."

Barely missing a beat, she goes round the back of the vehicle with the lengthly width that she's always admired but resents at this very moment.

"One." Just as the countdown is over, she slides into the leather seat, out of breath.

Once the door closes after her, she glares at him through the windshield as he makes his way into the drivers seat.