Author's Note: Well, this is my first try at a "Stefonnie" fanfic. I really like Stefan and Bonnie together. This is dedicated to PieAnnamay07. She sent me a request for a Bonnie/Stefan fic. Hopefully you all like it!

Hugs and junk,
Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS (I only play with them in my world ^_^)
Music Credit: "Wasteland" – 10 Years

Chapter 1:

Bonnie's POV

I watched him walk away. I sighed inwardly to myself. Ever since he came to Mystic Falls I've been secretly pining for him. But as always, Elena wants him. And what Elena wants, Elena gets. Mystic Falls is a small place; we hardly ever get anyone new in town. Despite my major infatuation, I've accepted the fact that friendship is better than nothing, and if Elena gets him, I'll be happy for her. Honestly, Stefan Salvatore is proving to be an interesting friend.

When he first moved to Mystic Falls, no one was sure what to think. Most people are still unsure. The mysteriousness that clings to him seems to draw people closer to him.

There are some things he knows about me that no one else knows. He knew I was a witch before I did. Grams did try to tell me, but what sane person would believe a relative telling her that she has powers? I know that I didn't. When I slipped up at the car wash, he confirmed his suspicions. I still don't know what I'm capable of.

"Bonnie, are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Elena asked, annoyed. I sighed.

"Sorry, what?" I asked her. I hadn't been listening.

But lately, things have been stressed between me and Elena. Everything has been about her. She's been so obsessed with what she wants, that she doesn't seem to notice anyone else. Every time we talk, it's about something that she wants or some scheme to try and get her newest squeeze. Her daily flavors have been switching in between Matt and Stefan. I told her that I didn't think that she should go after Matt. He's with Caroline; they are so good together. They both need someone and I'm glad that they have found each other.

But, that means that she's been channeling all of her energy towards Stefan. I don't mind that; I would rather her go for Stefan that have her try and steal Matt from Caroline.

"Do you want to go to the party tonight?" She asked. There's a party? What party? Where has my head been? Scratch that. When did my mind get so dirty? Clearly my head has been buried neck deep in the gutter.

"What party?" I asked. She gave me a searching look.

"You know, the party that Tyler's throwing at the beach, because his dad got reelected as Mayor." She reminded me. Oh! That! I had completely spaced it. I nodded slowly.

"Sure, I don't see why not. Is Care going?" I asked her. Elena's face visibly contorted with mention of Caroline's name. I scoffed. Seriously, this is getting a bit ridiculous. I may be a lot of things, but loyal is definitely one of them. Caroline and Elena have been friends longer than we have. I can't stand people talking badly about my friends or people I care about. I don't know what her deal has been lately.

"What's going on with you?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"I asked Stefan if he wanted to go to the party. He said he'd go after some… persuading." She said, agitated.

"What's the problem… then?" I asked, confused. If he agreed to go, then why is she pissy? It doesn't add up.

"He said he'd go. But when I asked him if he wanted to go together, he said no. He said he was sorry if he misled me, but he wasn't looking for any romantic entanglements right now..." She explained.

"Oh." I said, stupidly. So… Elena was rejected. She never takes rejection from anything well. That explains a lot.

"And after I tried to change his mind about being involved with anyone…" she said, still not completely telling me the truth. She fidgeted with her fingers and started mumbling. "He said, 'I wasn't his type!'" She explained exasperated. I looked at her wide-eyed and shocked.

I don't think anyone's ever been so blunt with her. Though, by the way she had been explaining things, she kind of forced him to be. I mean, she made herself sound relentless. She cornered him…. and she didn't like his answer. I chose my words carefully before saying anything.

"Maybe," I said softly. She looked at me attentively, daring me to say something offensive about her. "You really aren't his type." I suggested. She glared at me.

"How can I not be?" She asked me. I shrugged.

"His words, not mine. I was just suggesting… that maybe he wasn't using some bullshit excuse. I mean, Stefan's not the type to do that." I told her, frankly. I know she didn't want to hear it, but she probably needs to.

"Just because he saved you from being bitten, you're the leader his parade." She said, almost pouting. Her words brought my memories back. She's talking about the night that I was possessed by Emily and I destroyed the necklace.

Elena and Stefan had been out as friends, and she was trying to turn it into more, but he was set on being friends. Long story short, Damon lunged for me after Emily left my body and tried to bite me out of fury. He barely had time to sink his fangs into my neck before Stefan pulled him off of me. Because of the force that Stefan threw Damon off with, I did lose a chunk out of my neck. I hit my head, hard. I was out for a few minutes. When I woke up, Damon had already left and Stefan was holding me. He made me drink some of his blood, so the damage wouldn't be as bad as it was.

Ever since that night, he's been checking up on me. He knows that I'm okay now, but we talk. He's surprisingly easy to talk to. Now that I know the truth about him and his brother, it makes talking easier. Somehow, and I'm honestly now sure how, Stefan persuaded Damon to give up his obsessive search for Katherine, at least for the time being. I'm not sure how long it will last, considering how long he's been trying to get her back.

Elena's bitching pulled me out of my thoughts.

"No, I'm not. But you need to chill, you're becoming obsessive. If he just wants to be friends, then maybe you should accept that." I told her. She gave a look that would be understandable, if I had ran over her grandmother repeatedly and choked her dog in the process. I shouldn't have to coddle her…

"Come find me when you're ready to be my friend again." She said, irritated. She got up from the lunch table and stormed off, looking for someone else to sympathize with her. I sighed. I heard chuckling behind me. I picked at the salad I'd chosen for lunch. It was either this… or mystery meat meatloaf. I chose the most recognizable. At least it's Caesar. Someone sat down beside me. I turned to see who it was. It's Jeremy. Why…?

"Hey, Jere," I greeted. He nodded.

"Hey, can we talk?" He asked. I nodded.

"Sure, talk away." I told him. He let out a small snort of laughter. He replaced his look of amusement with a look of complete seriousness. What is this about?

"I haven't visited my parents' grave yet…" Jeremy started, but trailed off. I put my hand on his arm, and squeezed gently. "I was wondering, if you would go with me. I know that with your mom…" He continued to explain. "You couldn't go…. at first. I don't want to ask Elena. I don't know what's been up with her. It's like she's been trying to major in Super Bitch." He finished. I laughed. I couldn't help it: Elena as Super Bitch. The sad thing is that I could definitely see as trying.

"I'll go with you Jere. Did you want to go today?" I asked him. He nodded.

"After school, if it's okay." He answered.

"Alright, I'll drive. We can go after school." I told him. He looked happy. I see him look like that all that often, now. I miss it. He got up from the table. I thought he had already left, but he hugged me from behind. I hugged his arms back. He kissed my cheek.

"Thank you." He said. With that, he was about to let me go and return to his normal lunch spot, when we were interrupted.

"Well, isn't that sweet: our local queer hitting on Bonnie." Tyler said. I could feel Jeremy tense up behind me.

"What's your problem, Tyler?" I asked. Tyler sneered at Jeremy.

"Well, I thought it was obvious, but I guess not." Tyler said. I sighed. When is he going to stop?

"What happened Lockwood? Did you look in the mirror again? If I had that face, it would piss me off to. I mean, how can you stand looking at such a pussy in your reflection?" Jeremy asked him. I shrugged free from Jeremy. Jeremy and Tyler both took steps toward each other.

"What did you just say to me, faggot?" Tyler asked, his face contorting with anger.

"I called you a pussy." Jeremy said slower. Tyler took another step toward him.

"Do you even know what a pussy is? I mean, you're so busy getting dick." Tyler taunted. Jeremy's eyes got darker, and grew narrower. I got in the middle of them and put up a hand towards both of them.

"That's enough. You guys are being stupid." I told them both.

"Don't worry Bonnie. I won't hurt him… much." Tyler said, smirking. I pushed him away from Jeremy. Jeremy was advancing as fast as I was pushing. A girl can only do so much. And it doesn't change the fact that both Jeremy and Tyler are both taller and bigger than I am.

"Really? How nice of you. It doesn't change what I'm going to do to you." Jeremy leered.

"Stop it! Both of you. This is getting ridiculous." I said, exasperated. Both got closer to each other, which put me dead in the middle. My back was pressed to Tyler's chest and my front to Jeremy's. But no, this awkward at all. Nope, not awkward. I pushed them apart.

"What's the matter, Lockwood? Scared to lose another girl to little Jeremy Gilbert? You can't stand seeing me with her." Jeremy taunted.

"I'm not worried. After they find a new charity case, you'll be forgotten." Tyler said smugly. Suddenly I fell backwards. Someone pulled Tyler from the awkward sort of huddle we were in. Jeremy got me before I hit the ground. I stood up and saw Matt: keeping his friend back.

"Really? You guys are going to pull that shit with Bonnie in the middle of you two? She could've gotten hurt. What's going on in your head?" Matt asked, outraged. Tyler didn't say anything, just glared at Jeremy. They both seemed to have settled. Matt let them go and asked me if I was alright. I nodded. Matt and I started to walk away: Matt walked quickly, clearly still angry. I had gotten maybe three steps when Tyler and Jeremy started swinging. I tried to pull Jeremy away. He can't get into trouble again. He got caught with alcohol possession last week. He shrugged me off of him. Tyler picked me up and got me out of the way, before continuing his fight with Jeremy.

Stefan came out of nowhere and pulled them both apart. He held Jeremy back, and made him walk away. Matt came running over, to where the fight was.

"What the fuck Tyler?" He said, agitated. Tyler shrugged and walked away. I went back to my table and screamed in my head. God! Who needs guys? Right now, I don't. No sooner had the thoughts entered my mind, had Stefan sat down next to me. Great, something else for Elena to be pissed at me for. Joy, oh joy.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, seriously. I looked at him. He furrowed his eyebrows trying to read my mood.

"You, um, pissed off Elena." I told him. His mouth formed a silent 'O.'

"Yeah, about that… she cornered me. I was trying to break it to her nicely, but I swear, she didn't seem to be picking up on anything I was trying to tell her." Stefan explained a bit exasperated. I chuckled at his facial expressions.

"Elena and rejection don't mix well." I told him. He nodded, like he understood. I heard laughter and turned to find the source. Elena is sitting next to Matt. He's eating with Caroline. Elena has her hand on his arm… she's hanging all over him. Does she think that Caroline is blind? Matt looks uncomfortable. He untangled himself from her, and moved closer to Caroline and put his arm around her shoulder. Elena's dropped for a split second, and then she went back to flirting shamelessly. Does the woman have no shame? I glared. I can't believe her.

"She's seems to be handling it well enough." Stefan mused. I looked at him. He gave me a sympathetic look. "So, you're going to the grave later, with Jeremy?" He asked. I nodded. He must have heard our conversation.

"Yeah, why?" I asked him.

"I was going through some of my old Salvatore journals… and I came across one of Emily's journals. I have no idea what any of it means. I thought that you could look at it, and take it… if you want." He told me. I nodded.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You could come over after you go to the grave-sites with Jeremy." Stefan said seriously. I gave him a quizzing look.

"You're not telling me everything." I concluded. He actually cracked a smile. He moved his hands to the top of the table and intertwined his fingers. He looked at me, studiously.

"No, I'm not. But, I need to talk to you. And… I don't want an audience." He said, honestly. I nodded.

"Alright, but, I don't know what time we'll be finished." I told him. He nodded. He pulled my purse over to him. He retrieved my cell phone and starting pressing my phone keys. He handed my phone back to me, as his went off.

"Just call me when you're on your way." He said simply. I nodded, slowly. What isn't he telling me? I'm full on curious now.

"I think you just wanted my number." I teased. He smirked.

"That too," He said. I looked at him suspiciously. He smiled. He brushed a lock of hair out of my face and tucked it behind me ear. My breath caught. My eyes locked with his. He didn't say anything; he just looked at me. I finished eating and we made small talk until lunch was over. We have the same class after lunch, so we walked together.

Elena decided that she wasn't going to speak to me because of my new lunch partner. I sighed, in annoyance. She texted me in History. She's sitting three seats away from me. We're working on a group project. I'm working with Stefan, Caroline, and Matt. Elena didn't want to work in a group that I was in. I waited until Mr. Tanner left the room. I sighed. He got offered another job at another school, far away from here. Today is his last day. I can't wait until he leaves. He's such an ass.

I turned to face Elena. She switched seats a minute ago. She's right behind me.

"If you have problem with me, just say so." I told her. She glared.

"I have a problem with you." She said simply.

"Was that so hard?" I goaded. She glared… again. No surprise there.

"You know what you did. A best friend wouldn't do something like that." She said, angrily. It took every ounce of willpower I possess to refrain from rolling my eyes at her. Is she serious? I mean, really? Good goddess.

"It's not my job to hold your hand and make sure that you're okay if I have a conversation with someone else. Grow up Elena." I snapped. I've had enough of all of her ridiculous drama.

"I need to grow up? I need to grow up?" Elena practically yelled. I nodded. "My fucking parents died! I think I've grown up enough!" She countered.

"I know that! But it doesn't show! I'm sorry your parents died. You didn't deserve it. You still don't. But it doesn't give you an excuse to walk around and be a royal bitch to all of your 'friends.'" I told her. She didn't say anything. She visibly calmed down.

"I'm not being a bitch. I just… I get what I want." She argued.

"Does that include trying to steal the boyfriend of one of your best friends?" I asked her.

"My seconds… I had him first." Elena shot back I didn't say anything. I think my face said it all. I don't even know why I'm friends with her right now. I always have to help her clean up her messes. She never gives me a second thought….

"Do you even hear yourself?" I asked her. Her expression is unreadable… scratch that. It's downright lethal.

"Go fuck yourself. I'm done with you." Elena said quietly. I looked her in the eyes.

"I hope it's worth it." I told her. She didn't say anything, just bunched up her eyebrows. "You're not going to have anyone left." I told her. I got my stuff and walked out of the classroom. All I could hear was dead silence. So… I guess we aren't friends anymore. But honestly, we haven't been friends for a long time. I guess not much has changed. I sighed.

After this class, I have a free period and then… nope, that's it. I'll just go to the library. Someone touched my back. I turned around to face whoever it was. It's Caroline, Matt, and Stefan. Why are they here? Caroline wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm so sorry she did that." She said softly. I hugged her back.

"You don't have to be sorry." I told her. Matt looked at me.

"What she did was really shitty; are you sure you're okay?" He asked. I nodded and sighed.

"I think it's been a long time coming. I mean, she's been different: the way she's been acting… especially with you." I answered him. He nodded.

"I know." Is all he said. Stefan didn't say anything. Matt touched Caroline's arm.

"We should go back to class." He told her softly. I let go of her, and she let go of me. She grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze before heading back to class. I smiled at her. Matt wrapped his arm around her middle and led her back to class. Stefan stayed with me.

"You're not going back to class?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"No, I've lived through enough history; I don't need to hear about it again to understand it." He said with a slight chuckle. I nodded.

"I'm going to the library…. You can come with me, if you want." I offered. He nodded. He offered me an arm. I linked my arm with his. We walked to the library in a comfortable silent. I think I should be significantly peeved, but honestly the only thing that I feel is: relieved. It's one less thing to worry about. I already worry about my dad. He's never home. I think he is having an affair. He's always out of town on business and he never stays in Mystic Falls for more than a day at a time. With my mom dead… all I have is Grams and my friends.

"Why the library?" He asked. I shrugged.

"It's peaceful. It's always… soothed me. I guess." I told him. He looked at me and smiled. He looked like he was thinking something that he wanted to put into words.

"That's a good answer." He finally said. We reached the library and found a table together. We sat down and started talking about things quietly. We talked about books, to music, to family, to… pretty much everything. The bell that signaled the end of school rang. I looked up at the library clock, surprised. Had time really passed by that quickly? It seems like we just got here. Stefan seemed to mirror my expression. He cracked a smile.

He got up and pushed in his chair. He held a hand to me. I took it and let him help me up. He walked to the library doors, still keeping my hand in his.

"Where are we going?" I asked stupidly. He gave me a look of surprise.

"Aren't you meeting Jeremy?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"My bad, I forgot." I told him. Obviously, I forgot. Wow, total blonde moment there. I laughed at myself. He let go of my hand and opened the door for me. I thanked him and we parted ways. I walked to the parking lot and found Jeremy waiting by my car. He smiled and gave me a small wave. I did the same. I walked over and unlocked my car.

"Just throw your stuff in the back seat." I told him. I love my car. It's a light olive green, '05 mustang. I sighed and climbed in my car. He got in the passenger's side. I put my seat-belt on and shut my door. I got my keys out of my purse and put them into the ignition and started my car. Music filled my car. Most of the time, I drive alone. In other words, my music is always loud. If you didn't like it, it sucked to be you. I turned it down; I figure Jere probably values his hearing.

I looked over and saw him smiling. I gave him a suspicious look.

"You listen to this?" He asked. I nodded slowly. No, no, I don't. Why on earth would I listen to the music that I have playing in my car? Gee, I have no friggin' idea.

"You don't like it?" I asked him, in response to his question.

"It's great, just not the music I pictured you listening to." He said.

"What music did you think I listened to?" I asked him. He gave me a guilty look.

"Same as Elena, I guess." He said. I stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed and made a face back. I turned the music back up.

'But I will not hide you through this...
I want you to help and please...
See the bleeding heart perched on my shirt.
Die...
Withdraw...
Hide in cold sweat...
Quivering lips...
Ignore remorse...
Naming a kid, living Wasteland.'

We drove to the graveyard in silence, just listening to the music. It was nice. I parked on the side of the road and we got out. I walked with Jeremy toward his parents' graves. He grabbed my hand. I didn't object. I know how hard this is. I remember how hard it was for me to finally visit my mom's grave. It took me a better part of six months to finally work up the courage. She died when I was only 11.

Jeremy stopped at their graves and just stood there. Tentatively, he sat down. I sat next to him. He didn't say anything; we just sat and kept his parents company. After awhile he whispered something and left small pieces of paper next to each of their headstones. He turned to me.

"Ready to go?" He asked. I nodded. "Do you want to visit your mom? I mean, while we're here?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I haven't been up to see her in a few days." I told him. This time I led the way. I knelt down, next to her gravestone and told her about my days and what happened. I took a small bracelet out of my pocket and left it next to the gravestone. I saw it the other day and thought of her. I knew I had to buy it, and take it to her. It reminds me so much of her.

I kissed her headstone and touched my forehead to it. Jeremy led me to the car. For the first time, I noticed that he had tears running down his face. I hugged him. I think this is what he needed. He needed to visit his parents. We got in the car and I drove him home. He hugged me goodbye one last time, before he got out of the car.

I called Stefan and let him know that I was coming. I drove to his house in silence. I turned my music off. I needed uninterrupted silence to think. When I got there I parked in the driveway and turned off my car. I pocketed my keys. I knocked on the door. The door opened and I saw Damon standing in front of me. He smirked and his eyes glittered.

"What's up witch? You didn't get enough of me last time, did you?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not here to see you. I came to see the other Salvatore brother." I told him. He feigned hurt. I waited for him to move.

"Leave her alone, Damon." Stefan said from behind him. Damon stepped to the side. I squeezed passed him and walked over to Stefan. Damon walked behind me; I felt his hand graze my butt. I turned my head and glared at him. I'll admit that he is beyond hot, but he tried to rip my throat out. That's not something that people tend to forget easily. He smirked. He held up his hands innocently.

Stefan stared him down. I followed Stefan into the library. He closed the doors behind us. He gave me a small, black, ancient looking book. I sat down. I flipped through the book. Nothing in here is magic related, but I have no doubt that it was written by Emily. It's her history, my lineage; it's written about where she came from.

"Thank you Stefan." I told him. He nodded.

"Seriously, thank you. I don't… I don't have a lot. I don't know a lot about where I come from or my family. It means a lot." I told him. He smiled. I got up and gave him a hug. To my surprise, he hugged me back. I heard something fall in the living room.

"I'm okay! I didn't ruin this gorgeous body!" Damon yelled. I laughed and pulled away from Stefan. My stomach growled. He let out a small laugh.

"Hungry Bonnie?" He asked me. I nodded, turning a bit red. He looked at me, thinking. "Come on, I'll take you to dinner." He offered. I looked at him for a second.

"Dinner?" I asked. He nodded.

"The grill." He answered.

"As in…" I questioned. He smiled at my confusion. He grabbed my hand.

"A date, or friends." He answered. I smiled.

"Alright, it's a date." I told him. He smiled.

Author's Note: Well, there it is. I will try my best to update when I can. Let me know what you think; keep it friendly. Now click that magical review button and leave your thoughts!

-Anneryn