AN: Hey guys, I know I said that I wouldn't start a new story while I have one in progress, but as you can see I've changed my mind. But don't worry, Playing with Fire will be updated when inspiration hits. The idea for this story came to me after watching Usher's music video, "Climax". This is my new favorite song…I play it every chance I get. So this fic will be loosely based from that video. This fic will be all human and I'll just say it now…it will be OOC, so you've been warned.

P.S. This is not the story I mentioned some time back. I've decided not to write that one because it has the potential to be more than I'm capable of doing right now and I don't want to start it and then get stuck so as for right now that story is on the back burner. I don't know how long this fic will be or how often I will update so again, you've been warned. Enjoy.

Bonnie Bennett had just turned twenty and was in her last year of college at Brown University. No, Bonnie wasn't some child prodigy; she was just a normal, smart girl who loved to learn and found herself excelling in college. Graduation was two months away and like most college students Bonnie was looking forward to spring break, but instead of going to Cancun, Mexico Bonnie was spending her last college spring break with her best friend and college dorm mate, Morgan Salvatore, at her family's home in California. For some reason, Morgan didn't want to go to Cancun so she talked Bonnie into coming home with her and having a somewhat low key spring break there. And this was great for Bonnie because she too wasn't into going to Cancun this year and having to deal with the massive crowd of drunk, wild college students that would converge on the Mexican city. Bonnie was looking forward to chilling out and relaxing by the pool and maybe going to the beach and learning how to surf.

Morgan and Bonnie didn't start out liking each other when they first met. Things were a little rocky between them for a while because Morgan was expecting to room with the same girl she had last year named Beth. But Beth didn't pay her dues on time and was kicked off the housing list, bumping Bonnie up in her spot. And the thought of having to share her room with a freshman was beyond insulting to Morgan, so for weeks she ignored Bonnie and it wasn't until the season premiere of both of their favorite show "Law and Order SVU" that they realized that they had something in common and slowly a bond began to form between the two girls. And they found out that they weren't so different after all.

Morgan was a sweet girl, spoiled, but still sweet. She came from a wealthy family and lived in Beverly Hills. The slim, sandy haired green eyed girl liked to socialize and party. And for her, college was something that she had to get through in order to receive her inheritance from her father's estate. It was the only stipulation to his will and there was no getting around it. So Morgan did just enough to get by and pass because as long as she graduated from college with a degree in something she would be set for the rest of her life.

Bonnie on the other hand was a middle class girl from Ohio who received a full ride scholarship to the prestigious university. Bonnie was an only child and both her parents worked for the local government. Her father was a deputy sheriff and her mother worked for the county court as a clerk. Bonnie would be the first person in her family to earn a degree from a four year university so she took her studies very seriously, but that didn't stop her from getting the total college experience. Bonnie liked to have fun and was just as sociable as Morgan, the only difference was that Bonnie never got her party on until all her work was done. The pretty, five feet two caramel skinned girl was the apple of her parents' eyes. She was their pride and joy and Bonnie made it a point to never disappoint them because they worked very hard to give her a great life and she was very thankful.

Over the course of their three years rooming together, Bonnie and Morgan learned a lot from each other. Morgan learned how to do her own laundry and clean up after herself and how to budget the monthly allowance she got from her older brother who was the executor over their father's estate. Before meeting Morgan, Bonnie was a wash and go, t-shirt and jeans kind of girl and now she was more stylish and put more effort into her appearance though she stilled rocked her chucks every now and then eventhough Morgan constantly told her that they were a fashion no. The girls came from two totally different worlds and backgrounds, but seemed to be a perfect complement to each other.

Morgan sailed into their dorm room, placing her bag down in a chair behind her desk. "So are you all packed…our plane leaves at three?"

Bonnie hopped off her suitcase that she had planted on the floor, finally being able to zip it up. "Yep, I'm all packed…but I think I may have over done it though… maybe I should take some stuff out." She said, biting her lip, looking down at the suitcase with uncertainty.

Morgan shook her head. "No, leave it alone…you never know what you may need…our whole week is open so there is no telling what we'll be doing."

Bonnie plopped down on her twin bed. "Everyone keeps asking why we're skipping Cancun this year."

Morgan paused for a moment after hearing this. She shook her head in irritation. "Why is everyone making such a big deal out of us not going to Cancun? What's so fucking awesome about Cancun…we can do the same things in California that we can do there so what's the point?"

Bonnie chuckled slightly at Morgan's use of profanity because she didn't curse that often and when she did it always sounded awkward coming out of her mouth. "What's gotten your bee in a bonnet, Cher?"

Morgan rolled her green eyes not finding Bonnie very funny at the moment. The first time Bonnie told her that she reminded her of Cher from Clueless, Morgan had laughed but today it wasn't so funny. She had too much on her mind. "Well if I'm Cher then that makes you Dion doesn't it?" she shot back.

Bonnie laughed. "Only if I rocked my hair in braids."

Morgan chuckled, trying to picture Bonnie in braids. "On second thought now that I think about it, you're more like Brittany Murphy's character…what was her name?"

Bonnie's jaw dropped in indignation, throwing her pillow at Morgan. "I am nothing like her!" she screamed, insulted because in no way was she anything like that girl.

Morgan shrugged her shoulders. "I did teach you how to dress."

Bonnie smacked her lips.

In the past, Bonnie may have been guilty of only wearing t-shirts and jeans but she always looked damn good in them and she wasn't being vain, it was just a fact. But jeans and tees were the standard wardrobe for the majority of the kids on campus. Morgan had just opened Bonnie's eyes to adding some variety to her wardrobe and not giving in so heavily to the trends but only buying quality key pieces that would never go out of style. Thanks to Morgan, Bonnie now had an eye for clothes, what looked good and what didn't but never was she some clueless slouch.

The girls landed in California a few hours later and were picked up from the airport by Morgan's twin brother Stefan Salvatore. He had the same sandy blonde hair and green eyes as his sister, but whereas Morgan was slim and pretty, Stefan was football player buff and brutally hot with killer arms that he showed off in the white wife beater he wore. Stefan was also in his last year of college at Princeton University. He was the total package blessed with brains and beauty. Luckily for everyone, Stefan and Morgan would be graduating on different days, so their mom and older brother would get the chance to go to both of their ceremonies.

Bonnie had heard a lot about Stefan, but she'd never met him until now.

"So finally I get to put a face with the name. It's nice to meet you Bonnie I've heard a lot about you from this sister of mine." Stefan said lightly shoving Morgan.

Bonnie chuckled, liking him immediately. "The same here, Morgan has talked about you so much that I feel like I know you already."

"Well then give me a hug instead of shaking my hand. We may have just met, but we are far from being strangers…I know too much about you and if I know my little sister, you know all my business too."

"Hey!" Morgan said, hitting his chest. "And being born one minute before me doesn't make me your little sister!"

"The point is I came first, so that makes you the youngest…so get over it already."

Bonnie laughed, looking back and forth between the twins.

Stefan helped the girls put their things in the black Range Rover before they all piled into the luxury car. His green eyes kept going to the rear view mirror, looking at Bonnie who was sitting in the back seat gazing out the window in awe as they passed through the city streets.

"So Bonnie, is this your first time in California?" he asked.

Bonnie looked away from her window and caught Stefan's eyes in the rear view mirror. "Yes it is and I'm really excited." She said.

"Well I'll have to show you around while you're here." He said.

But before Bonnie could respond, Morgan spoke up. "No you won't, Bonnie and I have plans that don't include you so hang out with your own loser friends."

"Bonnie can speak for herself, sister, so why don't you shut your pie hole and let the her speak."

Bonnie didn't say anything as she looked between the two bickering twins. She'd never had a sibling so she wondered if this was normal.

"Bonnie?" Stefan and Morgan said at the same time.

Bonnie's phone went off, saving her from having to answer the twins. "Hi dad!" Bonnie answered.

Stefan and Morgan remained quiet as they listened to Bonnie talk to her father.

"We just landed ten minutes ago and are now driving to Morgan's house." Pause. "Her twin brother Stefan." Pause. Bonnie laughed. "Yes dad, fraternal of course…how could they be identical?!" Pause. "Dad, really?" Pause. "I'll be careful, okay…everything is fine." Pause. "Tell mom that I'll call her tonight before she goes to bed." Pause. "I love you too, bye." Bonnie signed hanging up.

Bonnie talked to her parents everyday through Skype. They were a very close knit family. And when the internet was down they talked on the phone so Morgan was used to listening to the one sided conversations Bonnie had with her parents. It was very sweet as well as somewhat depressing for Morgan, especially when Bonnie talked to her dad.

"So your dad's worried?" Morgan asked.

Bonnie sighed. "Yeah, but he was trying to be cool about it…but I could hear it in his voice."

"Bonnie, you are about to graduate college. It's way past time your parents cut the apron strings." Stefan said as he pulled onto the highway.

For some reason Bonnie felt like she had to explain her parents to them. "Yeah I know, but I'm their only child so it was hard for them when I went away to school. They worry because they love me so much." She said, quietly.

Stefan didn't say anything more.

Bonnie knew immediately when they entered Beverly Hills because the houses got bigger and the lawns and trees were well manicured, looking lush and green. Bonnie's mouth dropped when Stefan stopped the car long enough to enter the code to open the gate to their home. And her chin scrapped the ground when the black Range Rover drove up the long driveway to reveal the most spectacular looking house Bonnie had ever seen in her life.

"Damn." Bonnie whispered, as her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Stefan chuckled.

Bonnie knew that Morgan came from a rich family, but she wasn't expecting this rich. This was Dynasty rich. Bonnie swallowed hard as they entered the massive, beautiful house. Bonnie was expecting Alexis or Crystal Carrington to walk down the stairs at any moment. Bonnie's breath caught as her hazel eyes landed on one beautiful thing after another. It was so beautiful that it didn't seem real; Bonnie really did feel like she was on the set of some nighttime soap opera. A piercing squeal brought Bonnie out of her thoughts as a buxom platinum blonde woman carefully made her way down the stairs to greet them.

Bonnie's eyes widen. No way could this woman be Morgan's mother because she looked so…plastic. From her boobs to her Botox forehead and injectable lips down to her acrylic French tip nails. This woman had been worked on more than Joan Rivers.

"My baby girl is home!" she squealed in delight as she embraced Morgan.

Morgan stood stiff in her mother's arms.

The woman pulled back, kissing Morgan on her cheek. "Yep I'm home." Morgan said under her breath.

The smile on her face froze in place and she let go of her daughter but then her eyes went to Bonnie and she squealed again.

"You must be Bonnie! And aren't you the prettiest little thing ever!" she squealed, hugging Bonnie. "You're absolutely gorgeous and look at that tiny little waist!" she said as she let Bonnie go and span her waist with her hands.

Bonnie couldn't help it and laughed when Morgan's mom grabbed her around the waist because she was very ticklish.

"Mom, will you please stop molesting our guest. Her father already thinks we're going to corrupt her." Stefan said.

She shushed him, slapping his chest. "Oh stop it." She looked back at Bonnie. "Sweetie, I don't mean any harm, it's just that it's been so long since Morgan brought a friend home. I'm just so happy that the two of you are finally here."

Bonnie smiled. "Thank you Mrs. Salvatore. I'm happy to be here."

Mrs. Salvatore patted Bonnie's hand. "No, no, no dear…Mrs. Salvatore is my dead mother in law. Please call me Victoria."

Bonnie smiled again, nodding her head. "Okay...Victoria."

Morgan pulled Bonnie from her mother's grasp. "Um Mom, I'm sure that Bonnie is tired so I'm going to show her to her room now."

The warm smile fell from Victoria's lips. "But I've made food for you girls and I bought a cake and everything."

Bonnie couldn't stand to see the disappointment on Victoria's face. "We'll come back down once I get settled in I promise." She said taking Victoria's hand and squeezing it.

Stefan smiled down at Bonnie for being so nice to his mother.

A smile also broke out on Victoria's face once again. "Okay good. We are going to have so much fun…I'm so happy that you girls are here!" she said, clapping her hands together like a child.

The girls were quiet as they climbed the stairs and Morgan showed Bonnie to her room. Bonnie gasped when she walked inside the room. It was beautiful and so light and airy with an elegant décor and pale yellow walls. Bonnie put her suitcase down on the floor. "This is so beautiful." She said in awe.

Morgan didn't say anything.

"Hey, is everything okay Morgan?" Bonnie asked.

"Everything is fine." Morgan said as she walked across the room. "This is the closet she said, opening up a door and closing it. She walked to the far side of the room. "And this is your bathroom…it's a Jack and Jill bathroom that connects to my older brother Damon's bedroom, but don't worry he doesn't live here anymore so the bathroom is all yours."

Bonnie nodded her head. She could see that something was wrong with Morgan. The second they stepped foot inside of this house Bonnie could see the change in her friend. Bonnie opened her mouth to say something, but Morgan intercepted her.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower and I'll meet you downstairs." She said, walking out of the room.

Bonnie just stood there wondering what was wrong with her friend. After a moment, Bonnie opened her suitcase and began unpacking her clothes. When she was done, Bonnie put her hair up in a ponytail and hopped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, Bonnie was putting on a pair of green shorts and a white tank top. She decided to leave the ponytail as she sat down on the bed to apply some lotion to her legs when a knock sounded at her door.

"Come in." Bonnie said.

Morgan walked into the room wearing her own pair of shorts and a tank top. "Damn, we have lived together for too long." She said.

Bonnie chuckled, rubbing the lotion into her legs. "I figured since we are about to pig out I might as well wear something comfortable."

"I thought the same thing too. See we have been living together for too long. We even think alike now. I hate to see how utterly loss we are going to be once we leave school for good." Morgan said, sitting down next to Bonnie, picking up the bottle of lotion and smelling it. Vanilla. She would always associate this smell with Bonnie.

Bonnie looked at her friend. "I'm glad that you're feeling better."

Whatever funky mood Morgan was in seemed to have passed.

Morgan got up from the bed. "Come on let's go eat, I'm starving. And my mom bought us a cake and everything!" she said mockingly, even clapping her hands together.

Bonnie didn't say anything as she followed her friend out of the room.

The girls made their way into the huge kitchen where Victoria was patiently waiting for them. "Oh good you're back, come on girls and let's dig in."

Victoria had so much food laid out on the kitchen island. There was cold cuts, fresh sliced bread, potato salad, and chips with about three different types of bottled soda and the delicious chocolate layered cake that had been much talked about. Bonnie didn't know where to start as she fixed her a plate.

And it didn't take long for Stefan to join the little group, fixing himself a healthy plate and sitting down next to his mother.

Victoria was so happy watching her kids actually sit down and share a meal with her. The twins hadn't been home at the same time since Christmas and oh how much she missed them. She had raised them herself without the aid of any nannies; she was a hands on mom which was an oddity in Beverly Hills. Her husband Alonso Salvatore didn't like the fact that his trophy wife lavished so much attention on the kids. In fact, he didn't want any more kids. He had already had a son from his first marriage, but Victoria was adamant about having a baby of her own, so Alonso gave in but was blindsided when they discovered that she was carrying twins. So to say that he wasn't happy about this was an understatement. Now he had three children when he didn't even want one, but what was done was done. They were his children so that made them his responsibility and he would take care of them, giving them everything they could possibly want or need. That is everything except for him.

"Stefan dear, please slow down and take the time to chew your food instead of inhaling it, I promise no one is going to take your plate away." Victoria said, lightly.

Bonnie smiled because Stefan was eating like he was afraid at any moment someone would try and take his food.

Stefan smiled, pecking his mom on the cheek. "I can't help myself mother dear…you're such a fantastic cook." He teased.

Victoria smiled at the compliment. "But never the less son, please slow down or you'll give yourself gas."

Bonnie giggled, covering her mouth.

"And none of us want that." Morgan piped up.

Stefan kicked her under the table.

"Ow!" Morgan screamed, rubbing her shin.

"Okay twins that's enough, we have company." She said, looking at Bonnie.

"I can't believe that you will be graduating college Bonnie, you look like baby." Victoria said to Bonnie.

Morgan rolled her eyes. "Mom, she's twenty years old."

Victoria's blue eyes widened in surprise. "I didn't know that. Bonnie, you're twenty and about to graduate college? Your parents must be so proud of you." She said.

"And she just turned twenty three days ago, mom." Stefan said.

Victoria gasped. "Then you are just a baby."

Bonnie looked at Morgan. Damn, she did tell Stefan everything.

"So how did you celebrate?" Victoria asked.

Bonnie and Morgan looked at each other and burst out laughing, causing Victoria to look between the two girls wondering what happened to cause this reaction from them.

Stefan knew, smiling himself. "Mom, let's just say that Bonnie got the surprise of her life."

Bonnie's jaw dropped. "You told him?!" she asked looking at Morgan.

"Told him what? What happened?!" Victoria wanted to know.

Morgan sighed. "We all chipped in and got Bonnie a stripper for her birthday." She confessed.

Victoria gasped. "But she's just a baby!"

Bonnie blushed, looking down at her plate.

Morgan rolled her eyes. "No she's not mom." She said irritated.

Victoria shook her head. "I don't think you girls should have done that to her. Bonnie's too young for all that."

"Mrs. Salvatore…ah, I mean…Victoria…it was all harmless fun, I promise."

Victoria sighed, getting up from the table and going to the island to get the chocolate cake. "You girls are so advanced these days. I mean honestly…I was thirty five the first time I saw a stripper."

"MOM!" The twins screamed in unison.

"What? Well it's true…it was at my niece's bachelorette party. I personally thought that it was disgusting. He was all lubed up and greasy…"

"MOM!" The twins screamed again.

Bonnie burst out laughing.

Victoria was a mid–western girl who grew up doing local pageants. She hadn't really experienced the world until she met Alonso Salvatore who she met when she was just twenty three. Alonso was a hot blooded full blown Italian man, imported directly from Italy, 100% pure and nothing added. Victoria was down in the dumps because she hadn't made the Miss America trials so her friends took her out to cheer her up and that's when she meant Alonso. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life and come to find out he was rich to boot. But what Victoria didn't know was that he was married and she didn't find this out until six months into their relationship. And by that time Victoria was madly in love with him and gave Alonso an ultimatum, either he leave his wife or it was over between them. But Alonso was a man that didn't do ultimatums so he gave Victoria her walking papers, not needing or wanting the hassle because he could get pussy anywhere.

Victoria was devastated, realizing that she'd just shot herself in the foot because Alonso Salvatore was the best thing to ever happen to her and she begged him to take her back and after making her sweat it out for about a month, Alonso took her back and one week later Marissa, his first wife and the mother of his only son found out about the affair and filed for divorce. One year later, Alonso married Victoria.

Victoria brought the cake to the table and began cutting slices for everyone. She handed Bonnie a slice on a small plate. "You're just a baby. You look like one of those pretty life size dolls that you see at Wal-Mart." She said.

Stefan and Morgan laughed at this. "Mom stop…please." Morgan pleaded.

"So sweetie, what are you getting your degree in?" she asked Bonnie, ignoring her children.

"Accounting." Bonnie answered, digging into the cake.

"Really?" Victoria asked. "You don't look like an accountant. I thought that maybe you majored in fashion design or marketing or something like that."

Bonnie shook her head. "No, it's accounting.

"But why?" Victoria asked stumped because Bonnie was so pretty.

Bonnie swallowed her cake. "Well, I'm really good with numbers and it's a recession proof profession so I figured it was the logical choice in this economy."

Victoria nodded her head, the mid -western girl in her understanding completely Bonnie's sensibility and practicality.

"Well, do you have a job lined up after graduation?"

Bonnie nodded her head. "Yes ma'am, I've been interning for this firm in Ohio for the past two summers and once I graduate I'll have a full time position with them."

"Oh how wonderful!" Victoria said beaming, happy for the girl. "And here I was thinking about asking Damon to find you a position at my husband's company." She confessed.

Bonnie saw Stefan tense at hearing this. "Well thankfully Bonnie has a job already lined up because we all know that Damon wouldn't do anything you asked of him." He said steely.

Victoria swallowed hard, knowing this to be true. Damon blamed her for breaking up his parent's fourteen year marriage. Damon was just a little boy when this happened, but he would never forget how his mother cried over her husband cheating on her with the blonde bimbo. Damon hated Victoria and tried to make her life a living hell when he came to visit during the summers. And it only got worse after she had the twins. Damon felt like his father was easier on the twins, giving them everything they wanted while he cracked the whip on Damon. Damon was forced to excel in everything that he did. Alonso was also adamant about Damon being fluent in different languages, especially his native Italian and sending him off to boarding school away from his mother and not letting him come home for Christmas if his grades weren't up to par. While the twins got to have fun and enjoy their childhood, living at home with their mother until they went off to college. Damon resented the fact that his father didn't expect anything from the Stefan and Morgan. The pressure was all on him.

But it wasn't until Alonso died that Damon realized that his father had groomed him to take over the business. Without Damon knowing it, Alonso had set him up so that Damon would know exactly what he was doing when he stepped into Alonso's place at the head of ELQ. Alonso also made Damon the executor over his estate and was in control of the family's finances. And Damon saw it as poetic justice that he was now responsible for the livelihood of Victoria and her precious cooper haired twins. They had to come to him for everything, even if they wanted to take a shit they would have to come to him first because he was the one holding the tissue.

Everyone was silent after Stefan's statement. Morgan had told Bonnie only a little bit about Damon. All she knew was that he was Morgan's half- brother from her father's first marriage. Something inside of Bonnie was glad that she wouldn't be meeting Damon Salvatore while she was here. By the way Stefan sounded; Bonnie didn't think she would like him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Salvatore, but it's going to be another week before your place is ready for you to move back in." the contractor informed him by phone.

"Son of a bitch." Damon swore under his breath.

Damon's home was being remodeled and he'd been staying at a hotel all the while. But he was tired of living in a hotel.

"I'm sorry Sir, but things like this happen all the time. I promise it's just for a week." Said the contractor.

"It better be because if I'm not in my home when the week is over I promise that you won't be getting your final pay check."

The contractor swallowed hard. "We'll be done in a week." He repeated.

Damon hung up the phone. He swiveled around in his chair now facing the floor to ceiling window in his office overlooking downtown Los Angeles. He really didn't feel like going back to the hotel. Damon made up his mind and decided he would go stay at his father's home in Beverly Hills. It was only for a week, he could stomach Victoria for that long. And if she didn't like it, well then she could get the fuck out.

AN: Again, I'm going to remind you that this fic will be OOC…I'm stating this up front so that you won't be able to throw it up in my face later. So I'm beating you to the punch, people. LOL.