A/N: I love Alessia Cara's album Know It All. Listen to it and tell me it's not a love/hate story about Bamon. I dare you. Each Chapter is named after and based off of a track in the album. I hope you enjoy. And honestly if this story hasn't already been done before, I think it's a damn shame.

Disclaimer of the lyrics to Alessia Cara's songs and TVD characters.

Track #1- Seventeen

My daddy says that life comes at you fast

We all like blades of grass

We come to prime and in time we just wither away

And it all changes…..

Bonnie sat digging through piles of boxes in the bottom of her closet. It had been years since she had gone through some of these things and looking back she couldn't remember why she saved some it. Plastic souvenir pompoms and noise makers from her cheerleading days, stuffed animals won at fairs, fliers from Mystic Falls Founders events. All these mementos from her youth collected into boxes that haven't seen the light of day since before she started college.

One box held stubs of candles, crystals, feathers, a small vial of dirt and scraps of paper. She opened a few of them, some were notes passed between her and her friends; some were attempts at original spells. She was such a pack rat.

It's time, she thought to herself. She didn't want or need any of these things anymore. They only served to remind her of what she had lost.

Bonnie stuffed what she could into trashbags, until she came across a photo album with '2010' scrawled across it in purple sharpie. Bonnie traced her finger over Caroline's handwriting. She smiled thinking of how Care used to practice how she wanted her messy handwriting to look so it turned out looking both casual and cool.

Bonnie sighed and stood, leaving the dusty trinkets of the past where they lay in the floor and took the photo album over to her bed. She turned on the lamp next to her and took a breath before opening the album.

My view with a looking glass won't catch the past

Only photographs remind us of the passing of days…

The first couple pages were filled with pictures of Bonnie and Caroline and Elena, cheesing at the camera. Bonnie looked at her younger self, surrounded people she loved. Matt and Jeremy. Tyler. Even Alaric made an appearance looking mortified at having been caught on film surrounded by his underage students.

My mother said don't forget where you come from, where you've been

Always keep your closest friends they can't slip away…

They were all there. The people that had meant the most to her. Her entire world in those days.

Even him.

But never were there truer words

In all my days I've ever heard

And when she told me little girl the answer is love…

He smirked at her from under the plastic film covering his photo. Bonnie inhales a shaky breath and snaps the album closed.

She suddenly decides she doesn't want to do this alone. She needs reinforcements. If she has pull up all this old shit from her past she's damn sure gonna have help.

She snags her phone from beside her and crosses to the room to her desk, sending an S.O.S text on the way: Need help packing, please save me! I've got booze!

Bonnie refills her wineglass and sips; waits for a response. It's quick, as she knew it would be: Omw. Do you have boxes?

Bonnie rolls her eyes in amusement. She expected nothing less from her slightly neurotic best friend. The girl knew her way too well. I've got a few…

Again, Caroline responds so fast Bonnie thinks she already had it typed before she even received her first message: Smh I'll be there in 35.

Bonnie took her wineglass and scanned her bedroom trying to decide her next point of attack. She could do the bookcase while she waited for Care to arrive.

She dragged one of her empty boxes to the wide bookshelves that spanned an entire wall of her childhood bedroom. She tried her best to focus on the task at hand: clearing the shelves, sorting things into To Keep, To Donate, and To Trash piles.

But her eyes keep dragging back to that book on her nightstand. The book filled with pages and pages of the records of the best times of her life.

Wow, she thought, really? The best time of my life? She tried to think of a time that she was happier than her junior and senior year of high school. Because truthfully that should have been the worst time of her life. It was the year that altered the course of her life forever.

But she couldn't say that all of it was bad. She had lost so many loved ones, but she survived it.

I been goin on, I been growin up

I'm a know it all, I don't know enough

She returned to the floor of her closet and dug through the last of the boxes. This particular box she had purposely not opened in years. She had quite literally closed the door on this chapter of her life and hadn't seen the need to reopen it again since. But here she was, on the verge of earning her graduate degree and leaving to start a new career outside of the world she's known all her life. No time like the present to rip the band-aid off the past.

This box was filled with him. Photos, clothes, chopsticks, CDs, shoes- she'd forgotten she'd thrown those boots in here, they used to be her favorite pair- Bonnie dug through all of it until she found what she was looking for.

A framed picture. Man, she looked so young there…

See I was racing and waiting for the day that I would be old enough

Guess I'll be patient and pace myself gotta prepare for when goings rough…

But him. He was ageless as he stood with his arms locked her, peaking up with a wicked grin at the cameraman that had caught him having just planted a kiss on her bare neck.

Just that picture alone sent a burst of warmth straight to her stomach and a tingle between her thighs.

Bonnie shook her head at herself. After all these years, seeing him in an old photograph still did that to her… she was beyond hopeless.

To feel the exact same at twenty-five that she did then. If only she knew then what she knows now. She could have saved herself the heartache of having fallen in love with Damon Salvatore.

Now I wish I could freeze the time at seventeen…

A/N: Leave me a comment or a review please! I'm not too proud to beg. And yes it is short. Sorry, I wanted to put it out before I chickened out it..