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AN: Hey guys, I'm back! Of course, this is a Bamon fic because I can't get enough of these two gorgeous characters. But, this fic will be different because it's ALL HUMAN. As in all of my stories, I will write as I go along. There are some folks who have a problem with my style of writing, but that will not stop me from doing these fanfics because I enjoy it too much. I am not a writer, but doing these fanfics has become my new favorite hobby; I just love it, especially writing for BAMON. I used to love the Vampire Diaries, but the show is nolonger good, and I hate what they are doing to Bonnie so doing these fanfics helps me get my Vampire Diaries fix. I know that my stories are not very exciting compared to the other wonderful fanfics on this site, but I get a kick out of writing them, so there (sticking out my tongue). Just kidding! For those of you who like my little stories, I hope you like this one and if not, so be it but read it anyway. LOL :)

Bonnie Bennett was tired of being the good girl and playing it safe. She felt like stepping outside of her box and doing something wild and crazy. She was fed up with the restraints that were placed on her by her overbearing father who only paid attention to her when she screwed up which wasn't that often. She was sixteen years old and had yet to experience life for herself. She lived vicariously through her best friend Caroline Forbes who was the quintessence California girl with her blonde hair and blue eyes. Bonnie wanted to be outgoing and playful like Caroline but fear of straying away from everything she had been taught kept her from emulating her friend thus keeping Bonnie in her shell wishing for some excitement but was too afraid to go after it.

Bonnie considered herself to be a poor excuse for a teenager because though she was a very pretty girl with toffee colored skin and green eyes, her reserved attitude kept most kids her age at bay because she acted too much like an adult. But, Bonnie couldn't help how she acted because she grew up around adults and her father didn't tolerate childish behavior. It wasn't until Bonnie's father got a new job as an English Professor at UCLA and they moved to California where she met Caroline that she started to interact with people her own age. That was five years ago. Bonnie was now a junior in high school, and she was ready to take that step on the wild side and do something daring. What that something was Bonnie wasn't exactly sure but she was ready for it.

Bonnie's mother had died when she was three and that on top of being the only child was very hard for her because her father preferred to spend his time educating the young impressionable minds of strangers rather than cultivating a relationship with his own teenage daughter. As time passed, Bonnie began to feel resentment towards her father and thus the need to rebel was born. Caroline was all for Bonnie's rebellion and tried to direct her to the path on the wild side but she was just too radical for Bonnie who was looking to take baby steps whereas Caroline was pushing her to take a huge plunge into this new life. But, everything that Caroline suggested was just too out there for Bonnie who wasn't interested in getting a tattoo or smoking weed. She wanted to have some fun not scar her body or become a drug addict. It was safe to say that her delve into the wild side wasn't going as planned.

It was Sunday evening, and Bonnie's father was grading papers and had gotten a major headache. He asked her to go to the store to buy some Tylenol. Bonnie jumped into her father's dark grey Land Rover and went to the nearest drug store. Because she had plan on staying in the house that day, Bonnie wore an UCLA t-shirt and some shorts. She pulled up into the parking lot and got out of the car, heading into the store. A magazine with Chris Hemsworth on the cover caught her eye and she stopped in her tracks and picked it up. That man was just too beautiful for words. Bonnie stood there for five minutes reading his article before she realized that her father was waiting for her. She reluctantly put the magazine down and went to turn around and bumped into a nice smelling muscled chest. Bonnie stumbled back and the guy caught her before she could fall.

"Whoa…are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine…I'm sorry…I wasn't paying attention…" Bonnie finally looked up and her breath caught because the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her young life was standing right before her with the most amazing blue eyes and jet black hair; his dark beauty rivaled that of the blonde hunky Chris Hemsworth. He held on to Bonnie but let her go when she straightened up.

"There is no need to apologize…I wasn't watching where I was going either." He lightly chuckled. Surprise registered on his handsome face when he noticed her t-shirt.

"I graduated from UCLA three years ago." He said, pointing at her shirt.

Bonnie briefly looked down at her shirt forgetting that she had had it on. "Really…what was your major? She asked curiously.

He smiled, and Bonnie could have melted right there. "Business and Finance." He said easily.

Bonnie laughed and he quirked his brow. "Wow…that means you must have had Professor Langley at some point."

Bonnie knew practically every Professor at the college because her father was always giving some type of party or function at their house or dragging Bonnie to some boring college social where she was the only young person there and had to interact and engage in conversation with people much older than herself.

He laughed, throwing his head back. "Yes, I did…he was the absolute worst…I had him my sophomore year, and I thought I would lose my mind."

Bonnie nodded her head because she knew too well just how awful this man was, just having to talk to him for five minutes at a social gathering was a chore and Bonnie avoided him like the plague, so she couldn't imagine having to spend an entire semester in his class.

"Yes, he has been known to drive the sanest person crazy." Bonnie said, laughing.

"I'm so rude." He said reaching out his hand to her. "My name is Damon…Damon Salvatore."

She shook his hand, the smile never leaving her face. "Bonnie Bennett."

"It's very nice to meet you Bonnie…what year are you?" he asked her, very interested now because not only was she beautiful, but he liked her laugh and pretty smile; she seemed very genuine and he didn't see that too often in LA.

Bonnie couldn't get over his eyes; they were so blue. "Um…junior…I'm a junior." She replied.

"So, one more year and you're out of there." He said.

But, before she could respond her phone rang. She pulled the phone out of her purse and looked at the screen. It was her father. She had forgotten all about him and her reason for being in the store in the first place. Bonnie sighed. "I'm sorry, but I have to go…it was really nice meeting you Damon." She said, looking back up at him.

He looked disappointed. "It was really nice meeting you too Bonnie."

Bonnie walked away in the direction of the aspirin aisle. She answered her phone.

"Bonnie…what is taking you so long?" Her father asked impatiently.

"Sorry Dad, I'm on my way back."

"Well, hurry up…my head is killing me." He said before hanging up.

Bonnie sighed as she leaned down to pick up the bottle of Tylenol. She straightened up and went to turn around and bumped into a familiar nice smelling muscled chest.

"We have got to stop meeting like this." Damon said, jokingly.

Bonnie smiled in response. She looked up at him expectantly wondering why he followed her to the aspirin aisle.

"Bonnie…I know we just met, but I was wondering if you would like to go out some time."

Bonnie's green eyes widen. She couldn't believe that this gorgeous guy was asking her out on a date. This was an absolute first for her. Things like this never happened to her. A little bubble of excitement started to build in her stomach and her heart began to pound. This guy had to be at least eight years older than her; he must be some type of sicko to be asking a teenage girl out on a date. But, then something occurred to her; he assumed that she attended UCLA. When he asked her what year she was in she didn't specify that she was a junior in high school.

The excitement quickly faded because once she told him that she was still in high school, he would rescind his offer and be on his merry way. And, Bonnie didn't want that because he was so good looking. But, it was wrong to allow him to think that she was a college student. Bonnie couldn't do that…or could she? Here was her chance to do something daring and wild. It would be just one date. What harm would that be? He'd never find out how old she was, and she could have a small taste of some excitement and live a little. Bonnie made up her mind, she was going for it.

She smiled. "Sure, that sounds great."

After they exchanged numbers, Damon left and Bonnie made her purchase and walked out of the store. She got in the car and just sat there not believing how her lazy Sunday afternoon had taken this unexpected turn. She had wanted to add some spice to her life by shaking things up a bit and the universe had complied by sending her Damon Salvatore. Well wonders never cease, The Secret actually worked. All of her visualizing had paid off. Caroline was going to flip the fuck out.