The fourth & final installment to the Bachelor-ette mini series.

I know I've thanked you all every chapter, but really it means a lot to me that you've either reviewed, followed, added to your favorites, or even just read, or all the above lol. I really appreciate it. I didn't plan on having this out so early, but ideas kept popping in my head and I couldn't really focus on other fics lol. So, anyways, I hope you find enjoyment in this final chapter. Thanks for sticking with me through this! It was fun to write =)

Bonnie didn't know exactly what woke her up the next morning. It could have been between the dream of Damon taking her repeatedly against every wall in the boardinghouse, or it could have been his girlfriend, which was also her best friend, kicking her slightly in the forehead. It was safe to say that she was going to go for the latter. No sane person would purposely wake themselves up from experiencing the best orgasm of their life.

Honestly, she wasn't sure what possessed her to lie at the bottom of her own bed, while Elena slept at the top. Even in her vampire state, the girl still tossed and turned like a crazy person, resulting in her foot always ending up in someone's mouth.

When she turned over, the idea of getting one more hour of sleep was swiftly pushed aside when she noticed Caroline staring at her with wide eyes. And that's when Bonnie realized how she had been sleeping; with her left hand on full blast to the world and her wedding ring flashing for anyone to see.

Damnit.

Bonnie knew what would have come next if she allowed it. Caroline would have squealed with an OMG attached to it, waking up Elena in the process. Bonnie definitely wasn't about to have that, so she silenced her by snapping her fingers.

When Caroline realized she didn't have a voice, she gave Bonnie a death glare, grabbed her arm, and used her vampire speed to take them downstairs.

Okay, so Bonnie didn't care if she was a witch and that made her supernatural by default, but she would never get use to any of her vampire friends using their speed ability on her. Especially in her underwear!

She was only able to stand for less than a second before her ass hit the couch. "Caroline!"

Caroline pointed to her mouth.

Bonnie snapped her fingers again, and before she could tell her to at least keep her voice down before she went off, Caroline beat her to the punch.

"We'll talk about your hocus pocus on me later. Oh my gosh! I knew you were hiding something!" She then sat down beside her and grabbed her finger. "I just didn't know it was this big!" She then inspected it. "Well, not that big, but you know simple is cute too."

Bonnie yanked her finger away, getting a little defensive. "It's perfectly fine." Then she realized what she said. "I mean…"

"So, who did you go off and marry? And please tell me Damon was the witness and not the…" Caroline stopped, and her eyes widened at Bonnie's guilty look. "No, Bonnie, you didn't." She stood up. "You married Damon!"

Bonnie stood up fast, and put her hands over her best friend's mouth. "Keep your voice down!" She then pointed upstairs. That's all she needed right now.

"Sorry, but I can't believe this!" Surprisingly, her voice didn't betray any anger, just pure shock. "I mean I know you two like died and spent four months together, and you're practically best friends now. Oh, and the way he shoots daggers at Jeremy every time he's around you. I just thought it was Damon being Damon, but now I get it! He's totally in love with you." There was a pregnant pause where all Bonnie could do was stare at her. "Even though I worry about your judgment because you could do a hell of lot better. Actually, I'm kind of pissed because you two run off and get eloped when you know I'm supposed to get married first and then plan everyone's wedding. You ruined best friend code Bonnie."

She almost gave her an aneurysm.

But, instead, she decided to take a deep breath to calm herself. "Care, I'll pretend none of those words came out of your mouth. Other than the fact that Damon and I aren't together, he's in love with our best friend who's right upstairs, mind you. All of this was a mistake; a horrible consequence from the other night. And now the damn ring is stuck on my finger… I don't even know why I put it on in the first place." Bonnie paused when she realized she was running off on a tangent. "Look, we are going to get this thing annulled today. So, please… please don't say anything. Matt is the only other person who knows and…"

"Wait, you told Matt before you told me? Definitely feel the love in this roo-"

Bonnie regretted her need to stretch in that moment. She regretted not turning on the air last night or even putting on shorts when it got too hot. Instead, she just chucked off her sweat pants and proceeded to sleep in her boy shorts. And then the t-shirt she was wearing wasn't very long, so when she stretched, it did nothing to hide her tattoo of Damon's name.

It's like somewhere in her subconscious she wanted to be caught or something.

"Holy. Fuck. Shit." Caroline was now up close and personal with Bonnie's lower half. If anyone walked in, it would have looked like the vampire was going down on her.

Bonnie moved away and pulled down her shirt as best as she could. "I'm getting it removed today too."

"Well, I think we have our winners for the most surprising night." Caroline couldn't help but laugh. "Even though Tyler getting his dick pierced was pretty hardcore, and Alaric getting arrested for streaking was crazy, and well…Stefan's hidden dreams coming to light of becoming an ice cream truck driver, but yeah, this… wow…"

Bonnie put her head in her hands and sat back down. "This isn't funny. I can't believe we took it there. I just…"

A knock at the door stopped her mid sentence.

Caroline went to open it, revealing Damon on the other side. "Look what the cat dragged in."

"Please tell me why I haven't killed you already?" He stepped inside like he owned the place.

"Let me guess, you're here to see your girlfriend. Oh, wait, I could be wrong, it's the wife isn't it?"

Bonnie stepped between them. Even though she was shorter than both of her friends, she still held that defiance and determination, letting them know that she would put a stop to any mess started if need be.

"Okay, that's enough." She then turned to look at Damon. "What are you doing here, Damon? It's early."

Don't think about him naked. Don't think about him naked.

"I came to see my girlfriend, since she's been ignoring me for the last couple days." That was partially true, but the main reason he was here so damn early was to see his little witch.

And seeing her, he was. When he noticed her attire, he could feel the veins from around his eyes and his gums throb before he could even stop himself.

"Okay, ew." Caroline scoffed, looking between the two as they stared at one another. She was grateful Damon stopped looking at her like a piece of meat, but she wasn't about to stand here why they eye fucked. "I'll go wake Elena. Be back in five."

Bonnie knew what that meant. Caroline was going to give them time to talk without Elena waking up and coming down here unannounced.

All of this was just wrong.

"Nice choice of clothing, judgey. You should have worn that more often in the prison world."

Bonnie instantly hugged herself, even though it really wasn't helping, because she still felt naked under his gaze.

"What do you want, Damon?"

"To talk to you."

She turned to walk away. Any normal person would have gone upstairs to put on some pants, but thanks to her mind being all over the place she walked into the kitchen instead. And yes, there was a small part of her that was happy that he followed her.

"We can talk later. You really shouldn't be here right now."

"Is that anyway to talk to your hubby?" His smile was smug as hell.

"Shush!" She placed her finger to his lips to shut him up. "You just want to get found out don't you?"

He took her finger and intertwined their hands together. "Seems like you do too." He said, staring at the ring on her finger.

She snatched her hand away. "Momentary lapse in judgment."

They both knew he wasn't buying that shit, but he shrugged anyways. "I dreamt about you last night. But, I'm guessing you already knew that."

Her eyes enlarged a little. Automatically, her feet decided to back up, but instantly came to a halt when she ran into the kitchen sink.

"That was you?!"

"And you. I wasn't fucking myself."

An blush crept to Bonnie's cheeks as she cleared her throat. "You need to stay out of my head."

"I was only there because you wanted me too. Plus, it was a much needed dream since we didn't consummate the marriage."

Yeah, this definitely wasn't getting anywhere.

"You need to stop." She whispered.

"Stop what?" His body blocked her in; practically putting her between a rock and a hard place.

"This." She insinuated how close he was to her with his hands. "Elena will be down any minute."

Damon's eyes connected with hers, and for a moment, he had to really think. He didn't know the exact moment he began to see Bonnie differently. She was always this annoying judgmental witch that he wanted to strangle with his bare hands. Then, somewhere along the way they turned into acquaintances with a mutual hard on for saving Elena's life. After all of that, they died and became best friends.

Go figure.

But after that… after the friendship, he still didn't know. All of a sudden, she turned into this person that he always wanted to be around, this person that interrupted his thoughts every moment of every day. Bonnie was the one to keep him in line if he ever fucked up, and she was the one to lift his spirits when he lost hope. And then after the bachelor party, some type of emotion slammed into him; making feelings come to life that he thought would eventually pass.

There was even a moment where he considered himself crazy for having those feelings. He was in love with Elena. He spent several years pursuing her, and he finally got the girl. And now, Bonnie was standing before him with a ring he gave her. Technically, at this moment she held his last name. And Bonnie Salvatore actually sounded pretty decent.

Hell, what was he really thinking? Bonnie Bennett was just his best friend; his partner in crime. That was it. The love of his life was right upstairs, and….

"Oh, hell."

It wasn't just Bonnie's voice that pulled Damon out of his thoughts; it was the pull of his face towards her. The thought of friendship and Elena flew right out the window when her lips touched his.

Bonnie didn't know what possessed her to let all her inhibitions go and kiss him. It was just the way he was staring at her started doing something to her insides and she just couldn't control herself. And now that he was kissing down her neck, all she could even think of doing at the moment was casting a spell over the room so no one would hear them and mentally putting a lock on the kitchen door.

Right now, her mind was telling her to fuck everything else. The way Damon's tongue clashed with hers, the way he nipped at her lip, made her forget that she had ever been kissed before. It was like this was her first kiss and she was drowning it. And she didn't want to come up for air.

She heard his zipper being pulled down, and just like her dream, he was backing her up against the wall.

Now, was the moment to snap out of it. Yep. Any minute now.

The moment that he pulled her drenched underwear to the side, she could feel the head of his cock tease against her center. But, right before he could plunge inside of her, she stopped him.

This was wrong on so many levels.

"Damon, stop…"

He paused, and literally had to brace himself.

"We can't do this…." It took a minute, but they both straightened themselves and moved away from each other. "I'm sorry. I… I shouldn't have kissed you."

She waved her hand, causing the spell to subside and the door to unlock. Now, all she had to do was get her breathing under control. Damon was one of her best friends; she couldn't have them do this. Oh, and let's not forget he was in love and in a relationship with her other best friend. So, this… whatever they just did, was in the heat of the moment, and it couldn't happen again.

"Um… we should um… get everything squared away this evening."

As much as Damon was experiencing the vampire version of blue balls, and his head was all screwed up right now, he agreed with her.

"Yeah." He nodded. "We should."

And yet they both would probably never admit out loud that a slight pain formed in their chest at the idea of putting an end to it all.

As Bonnie proceeded to walk out of the kitchen, she said softly, "You can wake her up now, Caroline." She knew her friend had been stalling until Bonnie gave the go ahead.

Oh what a tangle web we've weaved.

Bonnie Bennett was pissed the fuck off. Her day was going to hell in a hand basket. For one, she still couldn't get this damn ring off. She tried everything! Natural remedies, spells, everything! And it still wouldn't budge. But, that was the least of her emotional turmoil right now. After her run in with Damon this morning, all she could do was think about it every second of every hour. And then, to make matters worse, when she had returned back downstairs from taking her shower, he and Elena were making out on her couch. Okay, well, Elena was practically trying to jump on him and he kept pushing her off, but still! That didn't make a difference. And it shouldn't have pissed her off.

But, it did.

And of course, there was more. Damon was supposed to pick her up three hours ago to go get their marriage annulled and the tattoo removed, but he was nowhere to be found. Granted, she did end up falling asleep, but he didn't call her, text her, or better yet, come by.

So, now here she was parked in front of the boardinghouse with every intention to go off on him, and drag them to their destinations.

Well, that was the plan. The anger and frustration she had been filled with temporarily subsided the moment she stepped out of the car, and saw Stefan washing down the ice cream truck from last night.

"Hey, Bonnie."

A small smile crept on her face. Leave it to Stefan to make her give a big fuck you to her anger, and almost feel content.

"So, you're really doing this aren't you?"

He shrugged. "Might as well. I've already been everywhere done everything. Time to add something new to my belt."

Bonnie smiled. "Well… good for you."

"Go ahead and laugh."

And so she did.

"I'm sorry Stef. I admire you, I really do, but you know I'm going to take a thousand pictures."

"You'll have to get behind Caroline."

She had never seen this side of Stefan. And not just because this close to two hundred year old vampire wanted to drive around serving ice cream all day to people, but just this laid back, down to earth guy, who could make any one laugh if necessary. Maybe the drink had come of some good. And maybe she needed to hang out with Stefan a lot more.

"You here to see Damon?"

Oh, right. Now, back to their regular scheduled program.

"Yes." Her frustration spiking back up a notch. "He better be on his death bed right now, or otherwise, I'm going to put him in one."

"Yeah, he's upstairs. He said you'd be coming by soon."

That asshole!

"Caroline told me what happened."

Why couldn't her best friend hold water?

"I mean I figured something would probably go down when he was so quick to pick you for the scavenger hunt, none of us won by the way." He then put his sponge back in the soapy water and continued to clean the side of the truck. "I just didn't expect you two to get married."

Bonnie had lost the ability to speak. What did he mean he figured something would go down between them?

"I mean come on Bonnie, the only people who don't know that you and Damon have feelings for each other are probably you and Damon… and well, Elena, and Jeremy, and Matt probably, and Alaric… well maybe I'm the only one who realized it and Caroline has her assumptions now too."

"I don't have feelings for Damon." That was a lie, but she didn't like Stefan reading her like this. "Stefan, what even gave you that idea, we fight more than we compliment."

"You two are like an old married couple. But, I guess that's pretty true now for the both of you."

Now, she knew why she and Stefan never really hung out or had been that close, minus the whole impending doom that was always clouding them, but Stefan was so intuitive with almost everything, and she didn't like to be on the end of it.

She was about to provide a rebuttal. Tell him that he was wrong. Tell him that he sound like Caroline. Even go as far as say that she was happy with what she was doing with Jeremy, even though she knew for a fact Stefan didn't give two shits about that.

But, her phone vibrating stopped her before she could get anything out

It was Matt. So, of course she picked up.

"Hey…Matt it's really not a good ti-"

Matt cut her off. "Tyler and Elena slept together."

Well, she wasn't expecting that. "How did you find out?"

"You already knew?" Bonnie didn't say anything. "Not feeling the love right now, Bons."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. He and Caroline could act so alike sometime, it was ridiculous.

"Did Elena tell you?"

"No, Tyler's here practically under the bar right now because Elena's ignoring him. You know he's my best friend and all, but I've never seen him so torn apart over a girl before. You think that drink had some long lasting-"He paused for a second. "Shit, a ton of customers just walked in and so did Care and Elena. I'll call you back." And then she was listening to a dial tone.

When Bonnie looked back at Stefan, she saw his attention was focused behind her. She turned around to see Damon standing there with a lethal look in his eyes. And then he was gone.

Bonnie took a deep breath, "Can I just suggest that maybe he didn't hear any of that and he's probably on his way to the Grille to drink instead of causing bodily damage and possibly kill Tyler?"

"Suggestions never hurt anyone, but I'm 100% sure that Damon's probably going to kill him." Stefan shrugged, as he began cleaning the side mirror to the truck.

Bonnie gave him a look. Okay, Maury.

"What? You want to bet money on if he pulls his heart out or snap his neck?"

"Stefan!"

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Fine, hope on."

Bonnie wasn't surprised when they walked into the Grille that Caroline was compelling those left in attendance to leave and not remember anything. She wasn't surprised that Elena was trying to hold Damon back with his vampire face on, and poor Matt was holding Tyler back, with his werewolf eyes blazing.

It wasn't going to end good if there wasn't some type of intervention.

Bring on the aneurysms.

And that's what Bonnie did, she held up her hands, and both Tyler and Damon fell to the ground in pain. It reminded her of a few years ago where she had to perform that exact act between both of them.

You weren't supposed to witchy migraine me!

You weren't supposed to kill Tyler.

When she felt like they had enough, both the supernatural's stood up, and glared at each other like they were having a death con staring contest.

"Damon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…" Elena was in front of Damon now, pleading for him to look at her, but his eyes stayed glued to Tyler's.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Jeremy asked, oblivious as shit. As soon as he walked into the Grille, Damon and Tyler were going at it, and if Bonnie wouldn't have walked in as soon as she did, Damon would have probably won.

"Your sister fucked dog boy." When Damon's eyes flew over to Jeremy's, he caught him holding Bonnie's hand, and that made him even more enraged. "I guess cheating runs in the family."

"Don't I know it." Stefan quipped in.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and held onto Bonnie's hand tighter, to which she removed it. She knew he was trying to prove something to Damon, and she wasn't going to be on the receiving end of some chauvinistic male crap.

Elena ignored everyone else and concentrated back on her boyfriend. "Damon, I'm so sorry, it was the spell… the drink, it just… it was still affecting my mind…."

"Really, because that's not what you were saying last night."

Elena shot Tyler a dirty look, and both Caroline and Bonnie slapped him on the shoulder. He really needed to keep his mouth shut.

"But, it's gone now. It's not affecting me anymore. Bonnie, tell him." She turned to Bonnie. "Tell him that the spell had a long lasting effect. Tell him that I'm cured now."

Bonnie knew the way Elena was looking at her that she was internally begging her to lie. Yes, the spell did make them do things; but as she told everyone it just heightened what they really wanted to do…it dug into a certain subconscious that some may have and would have left buried if the spell didn't bring it out. Whatever happened that night, gave everyone a free pass, but whatever happened after that, it was on them.

"Bonnie!" Elena snapped, causing Bonnie to focus back on her. She loved Elena, she really did, but Damon was her best friend too.

"You know we all make horrible decisions…mistakes…and plus, the spell affected everyone differently."

"Even though it just amplified what we already wanted to do." Everyone's eyes shot over to Caroline. Damnit, her foot could really live in her mouth. "But yeah, horrible things… we all do it."

Bonnie and Caroline kept quiet after that.

Elena looked back at Damon and cupped his face, but he stopped her. "I am so sorry, I love you so much."

Instead of saying anything, Damon just turned around and left. He could have ripped Tyler's heart out, but what was the point. And he wasn't about to stand there and listen to what Elena had to say… not right now.

Both Bonnie and Caroline walked up to a crying Elena, even though they were pretty sure she didn't want to be around them right now. They were proven right when she used her vampire speed to get the hell out of dodge.

Somewhere through all of that, Matt walked out with several brooms and mops. "I hope you all know that you're not leaving until you help me clean this place up. We just renovated this place and all I need is for the boss to get back and fire the hell out of me." He then threw one of the brooms at Jeremy. "Especially you, since you like drawing on people's faces."

There was a time when Bonnie would have just retired to her home for the night, not caring about Damon's feelings or what he'd get himself into. But, since they found a new found friendship and she cared for him deeply, she had to make sure he was okay.

The music blaring as soon as she walked into the boardinghouse, and Damon not only drowning his sorrows in Bourbon, but going back and forth drinking from two women proved that he wasn't.

"Uh oh, honey's home."

Bonnie crossed her arms, trying to ignore the blood seeping from his mouth.

"Damon, what the hell are you doing?"

The two women widened their eyes at him having a wife, but couldn't feel the need to move away.

"Don't be jealous, you were the one to suggest we have an open marriage."

The girls relaxed a bit.

She stalked up to them and yanked Damon away. "Get them out of here now. And make sure they get home safely."

"Does that mean you're finally going to put out?"

When Damon felt just the slightest of headaches probe his skull, he knew what would come next if he didn't listen to her. So, he compelled the two women to forget they were here and to get home without dying.

"You ruin all the fun you know?" He finished off his alcohol. "Is this what marriage is really going to be like?"

"Enough with the jokes, Damon. Are you alright?"

"Don't I look alright?" He opened another bottle and took a gulp. "I mean not only did my girlfriend, the supposed love of my life, have sex with a werewolf; my supposed best friend knew about it and didn't tell me."

"I'm sorry." She laid her purse down and walked back up to him. "But, it wasn't my secret to tell." The look he gave her was a little menacing. "Elena's my best friend too. I couldn't just go around telling her business. Especially, not after everything we did. We're just as bad."

"Yeah, well we didn't sleep together."

"We almost did. And we got married, and our names are practically branded on each other."

"Still not the same thing." He then stalked up to her and of course when she backed up, she ran into a wall. Because, that's how the world seemed to work.

"Do you feel like making me feel better? We could continue what we started earlier."

She pushed him away, even though he didn't go far.

"You know that's not going to happen."

He then rolled his eyes, and walked upstairs to his room. Bonnie being the good friend she was, thought about straightening up the mess he made, because she knew how anal Damon was when it came to mess. But, instead, she chose to follow him up to his room.

"You know, you ignoring me, isn't going to make me go away." She pushed open the door, and witnessed him lying in his bed with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

"I didn't think you would." He stated very annoyed, but that still didn't stop her from sitting down on the bed beside him.

"So, are you going to tell me what you're feeling? Or, are we just going to sit here in silence."

He didn't say anything.

Silence it was then. When they got like this in the prison world, it was usually Bonnie who gave him the silent treatment, and he would pester her and continue to talk even when she wanted to be alone. Maybe, he had rubbed off on her.

"Elena loves you." When those words escaped her lips, she suddenly regretted saying it. A small pain jumped in her chest, but she continued anyways. "We all do horrible things… we all make mistakes."

"You've said this already." His eyes still stayed closed as he spoke.

"Well I mean it. Sometimes things happen and we don't think clearly. She made a mistake." She was trying really hard to stick up for Elena, and maybe trying to insinuate something about herself.

Silence ringed its ugly head between them again.

"I knew they kissed."

Well, that was definitely a shock to Bonnie.

"Enzo showed me the video the day after. I was upset, but I shrugged it off, because we were all under a spell. I figured that's why she was ignoring me. And then my mind was so focused on you that I really didn't give it anymore thought."

Stupid butterflies tried to swarm around Bonnie's insides at his comment.

"And now?" She found herself asking softly.

Damon positioned himself to where his head lay on Bonnie's stomach. Everything was telling her to move right now… to separate herself from him, but they had done this before, so there was no need to make it a problem now.

"I do want to hurt Tyler… not necessarily kill him. I don't care if he lives or dies, I never have. But, it should feel worse. And maybe that's bothering me more." He then grabbed her left hand, staring at the ring.

And that's when Bonnie noticed the same gold band on his finger.

"Damon!" She yelled, and yanked his finger towards her face. "Why did you put it on? When did you get this?" Because she didn't remember him being anywhere in her room today.

"When you were in the shower this morning," His voice was nonchalant. It didn't even sound like he had been pissed off at the world just two seconds ago. "And I only put it on before you got here and started going all wife on me."

"I wasn't going all wife on you. You were about to endanger their lives."

He shrugged. "Whatever, they'll live. By the way, the ring's stuck."

She shoved him a bit. "Why the hell do you think I'm still wearing mine?"

"Because you like being married to me." She groaned, and crossed her arms in frustration. "There's probably a reason there stuck anyway. Maybe we're meant to recognize that we're supposed to be together or some shit like that."

"You're funny… you're a funny guy." The sarcasm was definitely heard in her voice.

Damon then grabbed her left hand again and intertwined it with his. Bonnie could have moved it away… hell, she probably should have, but she didn't.

"You want to know why I didn't come to get you this afternoon?"

She nodded.

"Because you were willing to go through weeks of treatment to get the tattoo off when you could have just done a spell to have it removed. You know an annulment is going to take close to a year to get taken care of, and yet, you didn't even suggest that I compel someone to get it fixed in two seconds."

"Well, don't you think I tried a spell?"

"Nope, I don't think you did."

Was this the Salvatore read Bonnie day or something. Geez, first Stefan and now Damon. She couldn't catch a break.

"Well, be that as it may, I thought compelling was already implied."

"Nope." He then began to provide a light massage to her hand. "You want to stay married to me don't you?" He teased. "It's okay; I know it's been your dream."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. As many times as she performed that act at Damon's conceitedness, she was surprised her eyes didn't jump out of their socket. "More like your dream. I'm fabulous, so of course you want to be married to me."

She paused for a moment, and really stared at their rings, and even though she didn't move her hand away from his grasp, the truth of the matter needed to be said. "You know we can't stay like this, Damon. I'm not going to be your rebound because you're upset with Elena. I know we crossed a few boundaries, but I'm not going to let that happen again… if you won't."

Maybe adding that last part wasn't the best idea.

"I can't promise you that." When his eyes closed again, she continued to look at him. Okay, seriously, what now? "You're not a rebound by the way."

She let a frustrated breath, and leaned back on the headboard. "That still doesn't help the situation. Look, you know you are one of my best friends, and you also know that I do have some unexplained feelings for you. I'm not going to deny that." Even though a part of her wished she would have just kept it to herself. "And I do feel like you have feelings for me too. But, I'm not stupid; I know you still love Elena. I know that you two need to talk about a lot, and I'm not saying that I'm going to wait for you to sort out your feelings or give you some type of ultimatum, but maybe one day if I'm not taken and we decide we want to give it a go, I won't be opposed to it."

Damon's eyes opened and connected back with hers. It sounded like a pretty decent and fair idea, but there was something buzzing inside of him that said that if Bonnie ever got with someone else, he would have to kill them. He was selfish, sue him.

"Agreed?" She asked when he didn't answer.

Before he could say anything, Elena burst through the door, and the words that she had thought of to apologize to Damon flew right out of the window at the sight in front of her.

"Wow," she began, "At least I know why you didn't have my back, Bonnie." Bonnie had every intention of denying it, but Elena didn't let her get a word in edgewise. "You know I knew something was up between you two. I knew it wasn't just friendship, because it was just too close for comfort. And then the way you two look at each other all the time, like no one else sees it. I just knew it. And then you judge me for sleeping with Tyler, while you two have probably been going at it all along?" If looks could kill both Bonnie and Damon would be dead…with no way of coming back this time. "You know what? Screw the both of you." And then she walked out, and they could hear the door slamming to the boardinghouse, just a second later, behind her.

Normally, Bonnie would have followed her and denied all of Elena's accusations. She hadn't been the first person to inform them that they had feelings for each other, which was quite odd; because she hadn't thought she and Damon had did anything out of the ordinary before the party went down. But, instead of doing that, she stayed in bed because she was very comfortable right now, and unbelievably tired. It had been a long couple of days, and uninterrupted rest was definitely needed.

Apparently, Damon had the same thought process.

"So, do you agree?" she said, finishing their earlier conversation, before Elena interrupted.

"Fine, but maybe you should stop fooling around with Jeremy. It makes me sick just thinking about you two together, and since we're married, it would be you cheating, and you don't want to be a cheater Bon Bon."

Bonnie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. "Coming from the guy who has a girlfriend…or whatever. Plus, we won't be married that much longer."

"About that. I had time to think while we've been talking and through Elena's random outburst, that we could wait a week before getting everything taken care of.

"Damo-," She began to protest, but he cut her off.

"Hush, Bon Bon." He rolled over to turn off the lamp, and then continued to lay back on her stomach. "Just think you get to be married to your best friend and the hottest guy on the planet for just a little while longer."

"We're going to handle all of this tomorrow." She rested her head on the pillow, and yawned.

"Whatever you say, Bonnie Salvatore."

Instead of objecting and going back and forth with him, a small smile crept upon her lips. This was definitely going to be interesting.

No soon as they were about to fall asleep, the loud music from an ice cream truck made both of their eyes pop open at once.

"Yes! It's working!" They hear Stefan shout.

Who would have thought a joint bachelor/bachelorette party would have resulted in all of this.

The end.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! What was just supposed to be a two part fic ended up being four. I pretty much left it open to Bonnie & Damon's relationship. Of course, nothing could really happen right now until they sort out everything out that they need too, but we all know Damon didn't seem ready to break their marriage at all. Practically, everyone could see that had feelings for each other that went beyond friendship. Also, I really enjoyed writing Stefan. I know the ice cream truck seemed out there, but writing it was hilarious.

So, again thank you for reading and leaving all of your feedback for this fic. It really inspired me to write more and form what I think was a pretty good ending.

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