Thank you for all the love for this new series! I'm glad you guys are enjoying, and I'm sorry about the wait.
This is the second part of the So Mote it Be series. I honestly thought this story would only be two parts, but it turns out it's going to be a three-parter. Also, Caroline says something in this chapter that may seem like it's being disregarded, but it will be addressed properly in the next chapter.
Damon tilted his head to the side and listened closely. He could hear the sound of multiple car doors opening and slamming shut; footsteps and people's voices laughing and calling to one another; the sound of several heavy objects being half lifted and half dragged up the front lawn of the boarding house.
His brow crinkled in concentration and he noticed Bonnie watching him curiously. "We have uninvited guests."
"Should we check it out?" she asked and Matt perked up beside her.
"No, I'll go. You stay here and keep looking through the grimoires." He wanted this spell reversed as quickly as possible before he said something he couldn't take back. Standing, he pushed the grimoire he had been looking through closer to her and made to leave the room when a sudden thought stopped him.
Turning back, he examined the picture Bonnie and Matt made. Matt specifically as he hovered over Bonnie's shoulder, despite the fact that they were looking at two different books. Irritation flared in his chest as his lips pulled down in displeasure. He didn't understand how Matt's need to 'hang out' translated to him constantly hanging all over Bonnie.
"On second thought," he said, grabbing their attention, "Bonnie, why don't you come with me?"
He could hear someone opening the front door and people pouring into his living room as Bonnie debated what the better course of action would be.
"Sure," she said eventually, pushing away from the table. "I could use a break."
"I'll come too," Matt said quickly.
Damon rolled his eyes, but refrained from speaking, knowing if he opened his mouth something entirely too honest would come out. Spinning around he made a beeline for the living room and was greeted with a steadily crowding room of college students. "What the fuck?"
"Hey," Stefan hailed him, popping out of the throng of people unexpectedly, a red solo cup in one hand.
"Please tell me I'm hallucinating and these people aren't actually in my house," Damon griped and Stefan shrugged noncommittally. "I thought you were going to Whitmore?"
"I was, but then I thought: why go to the party when I can make the party come to me?"
Like it had been cued, someone turned on the surround sound stereo and music began blasting from every corner of the room.
Stefan's gaze drifted a few feet behind Damon and, smile spreading across his face, he pushed Damon roughly to the side to get by.
Stumbling, Damon spun to glare at Stefan's back only to see him lifting the little witch off her feet. "Bonnie!" he greeted, squeezing her close.
"Stefan, hey..." she replied, returning the hug awkwardly and catching Damon's gaze over his brother's shoulder. Her green eyes were wide and saying 'get him off me.' At least they were to Damon.
He moved quickly, pulling his brother gently away from Bonnie and resisting the urge to literally insert himself between them.
"It's good to see you out of the house," Stefan continued, unperturbed by Damon's restraining hand on his shoulder. "You look tired. You okay?"
"I've been better," she answered with a sheepish smile.
"Here, have a beer." He shoved his cup in her direction and she took it gratefully. "Take a load off."
Damon reached for the drink and pried it lightly from Bonnie's fingers. She frowned, but let him take it. "Normally I'd condone the idea of a drunk Bonnie, but we need you sober."
She bit her lip, nodding before she knit her brow and reconsidered, "One drink won't hurt though, right?"
She reached to take the cup back from him and he lifted it above her head where she couldn't grasp it. In his periphery he noticed Matt shake his head and toss a look at Stefan, but was too distracted by Bonnie to be annoyed. She bounced up on her toes once or twice, before crossing her arms over her chest and glaring. "Very mature," she commented darkly.
"Hey, if you can take it from me, it's all yours," he stated teasingly, holding the beer just a little higher, knowing she'd never be able to reach.
"Is that a promise?" She lifted an appraising brow.
"If you want it to be."
A sinful smile curved her lips and excitement hummed pleasantly under his skin. "Damon," she spoke slowly, carefully.
"Yes." His lips pulled up at one corner as he felt the hum turn into a pulse.
"Give me the cup."
Fuck. He had forgotten about that.
Disappointment flushing away the excitement, he closed his eyes and handed the cup over as slowly as the compulsion would allow him to. "Thank you," she sang sweetly as soon as her hands wrapped around the cool red plastic.
"That was below the belt, Bennett," he said, slitting his eyes open to see her shrug.
"It worked, didn't it?"
"As entertaining as it is to watch you two flirt," Stefan gestured between them and Bonnie's eyes widened dramatically; Damon had to bite his lip to keep from smiling, "I have more important things to do, like trying to get laid."
Bonnie watched as Stefan slapped a hand to Matt's back before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
Flirting with Damon? There had to be some mistake. She never flirted with Damon... Unless you counted the sixties' decade dance last year and that had been more good-natured teasing than flirtation. Right...?
Plus Jeremy had just died. They hadn't been together, but for a while she had thought things might be heading in that direction. There was no way in hell she'd been flirting with Damon.
Then why did she suddenly feel so guilty?
She glanced over at the man in question and found him smiling like he had won some kind of prize. She narrowed her gaze, frustration heating her skin, and snapped, "Get that smile off your face."
Irritation sparked behind his light blue eyes as the smile slipped from his features. "What? I'm not allowed to be amused?"
"Is that what that was? Amusement?"
He pursed his lips together tightly and let his attention wander around the room. He seemed determined not to answer, so she asked him something else,
"Has Stefan tried anything with Elena yet?"
Words tumbled out of Damon's mouth so quickly Bonnie had a hard time following them. "No, it wasn't amusement. It was gratification. I happen to like the fact that you might like me – and yes, actually, he has. He made a comment and she seemed to respond. I felt extremely threatened by it."
He tensed all over and Bonnie brought the cup to her lips to hide her sudden nerves. She could feel the heat of his glare as the liquid met her tongue. It was bitter and disgusting and she made sure to take an extra long swallow.
She'd be lying if she said she hadn't wanted to get a reaction out of him. And she'd gotten it... But now he looked like he wanted to rip her to shreds and she felt like she had crossed some kind of line.
But that's what they did! They called each other on their shit and crossed whatever lines the other had drawn just to prove that they could. They weren't always nice, but they were always honest... and honestly, she felt a little bad for asking that question.
When she finally lowered her drink, she said, barely loud enough for him to hear over the music, "It's just the spell, you know. It's not real."
He brought himself closer, lowering his face until it was inches away from hers, and enunciated clearly, "Fuck. You."
All sympathy vanished from her as she watched him straighten and storm back down the hallway they had come from. She stared long and hard after him, her blood boiling like he had ignited some secret fuse, and just managed to keep from yelling 'well, fuck you too!' at his retreating back.
"God!" she exclaimed furiously, strangling the empty air in front of her with her free hand. "Damon knows exactly how to drive me up the fucking wall!"
She turned to see Matt studying her, his arms crossed loosely over his chest and head tilted.
He shrugged lightly. "Nothing. It's just... I don't get you two. One minute you seem into each other, the next you're out for blood."
She felt the muscles in her back coil and she narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean into each other?"
Matt flinched before lifting his hands defensively, "Hey, Stefan said it first."
"You think we were flirting?" Shock rippled through her and she had to shake her head. She couldn't be hearing this right. Was everyone on crack?
"Well maybe not you," he relented, "but he definitely was. I think I finally get what Elena was saying."
"You and Elena talked about me and Damon?" It was such a strange idea; she couldn't wrap her head around it.
He nodded. "When you were on the island and Damon stayed behind to find you."
"Damon stayed behind to find me?"
"You didn't know that?" His eyebrows lifted to kiss his hairline. "Apparently he didn't want to leave until he found you."
She remembered Stefan telling her about Jeremy and she hadn't found the strength to ask any questions beyond how that could be possible. Stefan had quickly explained that Silas had brainwashed her into thinking she needed to commit a massacre to get Jeremy back and the fact that the witches had attempted to get her out of Silas's control, but almost killed her in the process.
She had barely been listening to be honest. Her mind had shut down after hearing about Jeremy. It was possible Stefan mentioned something about Damon and she had been experiencing too much emotional turmoil to understand.
"No, I didn't," she said, letting her eyes drift to where Damon had disappeared. He didn't want to leave without her...?
Something warm lapped at her chest and she frowned, whispering to herself, "He's so weird."
A commotion on the other side of the room caught her attention. People were hollering above the music and whistling appreciatively and Bonnie twisted to find Stefan on a table, waving a bottle of Jack over his head and doing some pretty impressive body rolls.
Air escaped her in a startled laugh as she watched him pull a girl from the mass of bodies up onto the table with him and suddenly Bonnie felt like she was watching an x-rated deleted scene from Dirty Dancing.
"Wow," she noted appreciatively, "Who knew Stefan had it in him?"
"The man has some serious moves," Matt agreed.
Stefan's attention snapped to the side and he went very still, watching the front door. Seconds later it was being pushed open and he raised his bottle high in greeting, shouting above the music, "Ladies and gentleman, the guests of honour have finally arrived!"
The crowd went wild.
Bonnie went on her toes to peer over the bobbing heads but couldn't see anything. Blowing out a harsh breath, she turned to Matt. "Can you see who it is?"
He shook his head. "I'm not that tall."
"I guess it doesn't really matter. We should probably head back to the library anyways."
"BONNIE!" Caroline's voice cut through the noise of the room easily and Bonnie spun to find her friend shoving through the horde to get to her. With very little time to brace herself, she was being enveloped in a rib-breaking bear hug.
Caroline squeezed her tight, rocking her from side to side, and Bonnie melted into the embrace, squeezing back twice as hard. Her eyes stung unexpectedly and she blinked quickly before closing them altogether and concentrating on the warmth and love emanating from her best friend.
"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Caroline spoke into her ear. "I was so worried about you, and I missed you like crazy."
"I missed you too."
"Are you okay?"
"Not really," Bonnie admitted, "but I feel better than I did this morning."
They pulled back slightly and laughed when they noticed the tears in each other's eyes before falling forward into another hug.
Eventually they separated and Bonnie noticed Klaus standing just behind Caroline's shoulder. His eyes caught Bonnie's and he nodded in acknowledgement. "I heard about what happened on the island. My condolences."
Bonnie pursed her lips to keep from saying anything, knowing she might tell him to stake himself if she wasn't careful. Instead she grasped Caroline's hands tightly and asked, "Can we talk?"
"Sure!" Caroline said, pulling the plastic cup from Bonnie's hand and spinning to pass it to Klaus to hold before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't kill anyone while I'm gone, okay?"
"I make no promises, love," he responded lightly, his lips pulling up at one corner.
Caroline slipped her arm through Bonnie's and together they disappeared down the hallway.
Damon appeared suddenly at the end of the corridor and, his gaze locking onto hers, he crooked a finger in her direction. "I have something I want to say to you," he began without preamble.
Bonnie and Caroline stopped in their tracks. The blond narrowed her eyes at Damon in annoyance. "Uh, she's kind of busy right now. You can talk to her later."
She tugged gently on Bonnie's arm to pull her towards the room on their right, but Bonnie stayed rooted to the spot looking at Damon. "Is it important?"
"No," he answered, his head twisting and features scrunching like he had a bad taste in his mouth. "But," he ground out stubbornly, "I still want to talk to you now."
She released an exasperated sigh. "Damon, if it isn't important then just wait your turn."
His eyes rounded dramatically as he studied her, his jaw dropping slightly before exclaiming, "Unbelievable! You have no problem giving me commands like you're handing out fucking candies, but when it comes to anyone else it's like pulling teeth."
Bonnie opened her mouth to respond, but he had already stormed off at the speed of light.
"What a drama queen," Caroline commented and then, watching Bonnie from the corner of her eye, asked, "What was he even talking about?"
"It's complicated," she said, moving to hold the door open to the room, "and kind of what I wanted to speak to you about."
Caroline waved her hand dismissively as they entered the room, talking rapidly all the while, "I couldn't care less about Damon's drama, especially when there are so many bigger and better things happening. Like my wedding! It was so nice of Stefan to throw this engagement party for us. It's not at all how I would have done it, but it's nice for something last minute and it's the thought that counts, right?"
Bonnie followed slowly, twisting when she heard the door close behind her and finding Matt leaning casually against the wall beside it.
Caroline turned and paused, looking between Matt and Bonnie, her brow furrowed. "Matt? What are you doing?"
"I'm hanging out with Bonnie," he answered simply.
"Oh my God, not you too," she groaned. "We're trying to have girl time. Come back later."
Caroline's eyes bugged to twice their natural size. "Excuse me?"
Bonnie quickly stepped between her two friends, an awkward sounding laugh escaping her. "He's kind of stuck with me for the moment." She lifted her hand before Caroline could question further and shook her head. "It's a long story, but... would it be so bad if he were here?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "I had the most awkward moment of my life today and the only thing that could make it worse is having to talk about it in front of my ex."
"We broke up a year ago," Matt interjected, his mouth turned down, "and yeah, I was mad, but I'm not mad at you anymore and I haven't been in a long while." He shrugged. "You can talk to me about stuff, you know."
Caroline looked unconvinced. "Can I? We haven't really spoken that much since..."
"That's on me," he confessed, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been so focused on paying the bills and not failing out of school I haven't really talked to anyone much... In fact," he looked at Bonnie, his eyes softening slightly, "I think I've interacted with more people in the past few hours than I have in the past year. So thanks, I guess... for casting the spell."
Bonnie waved his gratitude aside, her eyebrows knitting. "No, that's... I mean, the entire thing was really just a mistake."
"Yeah, well, whatever it was I'm kind of grateful. I've been feeling really disconnected from everyone, but I don't anymore. Just because I don't want to get pulled into the supernatural stuff doesn't mean I have to isolate myself. Like, I didn't even know what was going on with you guys half the time. It's nice not having to be filled in for once."
"What are you two talking about?" Caroline asked, bemused.
Bonnie's features scrunched apologetically as she faced her friend. "Yeah that's what I wanted to speak to you about... You know how you're marrying Klaus?"
"Only the best decision I've ever made!" she replied, beaming brightly.
"Right. Except it wasn't really your decision; it was mine."
Caroline's grin lost some of its vibrancy as she stared at Bonnie in confusion. "What?"
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Bonnie explained in a rush, "I cast this spell that makes people do what I tell them to and I may have told you to marry Klaus."
There was a long stretch of silence as Caroline processed this information, her face crumpling further. "What?" she repeated eventually.
"Care, I'm so sorry," Bonnie said, stepping closer to her friend. "I was angry when I said it and at the time I had no idea about the spell –"
"No, that's impossible." Caroline shook her head firmly. "I would remember you saying something like that to me."
"Well, you weren't there at the time," she amended, but Caroline was no longer listening.
"There's no way this is because of a spell. Klaus and I are totes in love. I mean, look!" She shoved her hand in front of Bonnie's nose and Bonnie had to crane her neck back to see it properly. When she did her jaw slackened.
"Whoa. You could sink the Titanic with that thing," she heard Matt remark from his spot against the wall.
He wasn't joking. Caroline had to be rocking the biggest diamond she had ever seen. It was a wonder Bonnie hadn't noticed it earlier, especially with the lights reflecting off it – it was almost blinding.
"I know, right?" the blonde vampire crowed in delight before grasping Bonnie's hands and pulling her closer. Her blue eyes bored into hers as she spoke somberly, "And I know it's still really early, but you're one of the most important people in my life and my wedding wouldn't mean as much to me if you weren't a part of it, so... I would really love it if you would be my maid of honour."
Unexpected affection warmed Bonnie's insides and tugged at the corners of her lips. "Care, that's so sweet. Of course I would – wait," she shook her head, coming back to reality, "no, what am I talking about? This isn't real."
Caroline took a step back, releasing Bonnie's hands. "What will it take to convince you that I'm in love?"
"There isn't anything. Marrying Klaus would be a massive -"
"Why can't you just be happy for me, Bonnie?" Caroline asked suddenly, her face reddening. "I know how hard losing Jeremy was and I wanted so badly to be there for you, but you wouldn't let me and now something good has happened and I want to share it with my best friend but I feel like I can't."
Bonnie felt the sting of those words in her chest.
"Care, that was harsh," Matt chastised.
"It's true though!"
Bonnie lowered her gaze, her mind racing. She had hoped that telling Caroline about the spell would make her more conscious of the fact that the decisions being made were not her own. She had hoped she could start fighting the spell the way Damon seemed to, but clearly talking about this wasn't helping.
All she was doing was upsetting Care.
"Don't pussy-foot around, Bonnie. Be aggressive," Damon's voice coached somewhere in her head and she grimaced. It seemed like she'd be taking his advice for the second time today.
Locking eyes with the blonde in front of her, she spoke firmly, "Caroline, you do not want this wedding."
It was like a switch was flipped. The light in Care's eyes dimmed slightly, shoulders drooping, as she took a step back and looked at Bonnie.
"Oh my God," Caroline gasped, her hand covering her mouth, "you're right."
An unexpected weight lifted from Bonnie's shoulders and she exhaled deeply in relief, "I'm so sorry I did that to you."
"Aw, Bon," Caroline cooed, coming forward and wrapping her arms around her, squeezing her close. "It's okay. In fact, I should be thanking you; you just saved me a lot of money."
Bonnie laughed feeling a little giddy. "You're taking this really well," she couldn't help noting. She had anticipated at least a solid week of cold shoulder before forgiveness.
"Why wouldn't I be? This is such a great idea; I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner!"
"What?" She pulled back slowly to look at her friend, apprehension settling like a lump in the pit of her stomach.
Caroline's blue eyes sparkled as she responded lightly, "I always thought I wanted something traditional, but now I realize I don't need a big wedding. As long as I have Klaus none of the rest matters. Thank you, Bonnie, for helping me see that."
Bonnie blinked slowly. "How...?"
This couldn't be happening.
"And I'm sorry about getting upset with you earlier. I just really wanted your support." She hugged Bonnie quickly before releasing her and rushing to the door. Turning to face the room again, she said, "I'm so excited! Eloping is so romantic!"
She squealed joyously and, waving goodbye, disappeared from view.
"Oh my God!" Bonnie exclaimed, still too shocked to move. Her fingers tangled into her soft locks, tugging on them. "What did I just do?"
"I think... you made things worse," Matt confessed, his brow wrinkled sympathetically.
Bonnie moved carefully through the press of bodies on either side of her, her eyes darting over faces at lightning speed.
"Any luck?" Matt asked, appearing at her side.
He shook his head, a frown marring his features.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
She didn't need to see Caroline in order for her commands to work, but after what just happened Bonnie felt hesitant about saying anything when she couldn't see the immediate results.
"I need Damon," she concluded reluctantly.
"Alright. You find him; I'll stay here and keep looking for Care."
She nodded, turning to leave the room when she paused, twisting back. "Wait... You don't want to come with me?"
A tiny smile peeked at the corner of his lips. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were busy with Caroline. I don't feel like I need to hang out with you anymore."
"Matt! That's amazing!" she said, rushing back to him, excitement bubbling in her chest. "Is the spell broken?"
"I doubt it. Caroline is still trying to marry Klaus."
Her brow crumpled, excitement fading. "I don't understand. When did you start to feel normal?"
"Sometime while we were speaking to Care."
"Do you think it wore off?" But even as she asked she knew that wasn't the case. Caroline was the first person she said anything about and Matt was the last. Shouldn't the spell have worn off on her first? None of this made any sense.
Matt lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Maybe Damon can make sense of it."
"We should probably hurry. I can't imagine we have a lot of time."
Damon could smell Bonnie's light citrusy scent before she even reached the second floor landing. His eyes narrowed on the book he was reading and he flipped a page.
If she thought she could just brush him off and then pay attention to him whenever she felt like it, she was sorely mistaken. If she wasn't going to give him the time of day then he would repay her in kind. He wouldn't talk to her. He wouldn't even look in her direction.
She was nothing to him.
Decided, he focused harder on his book, re-reading the sentence he had been distracted from. He could hear her footsteps coming down the hall and stopping outside of his door. She hesitated, air rushing past her lips in a large breath, and then knocked.
He read the sentence for a third time.
She knocked a little harder and added a, "Damon?" for good measure.
Lips turning down, he made it to the next sentence.
She pushed the door open and walked into his room and, like a magnet, his attention snapped to her despite his wishes. He glared, hoping the heat of his gaze would burn against her skin.
"Oh, is it my turn now?" he asked before she could even part her lips. "Can you finally fit me into your busy schedule?"
She cocked an eyebrow at him, tilting her head. "What is your problem?"
"You're my problem," he bit back. It would have been nice if he left it at that, but he couldn't fight tagging on, "I don't like it when you ignore me."
Son of a bitch, this spell was going to ruin his life.
Bonnie just rolled her eyes. "I wasn't ignoring you. I needed to talk to Caroline – it was important and your thing wasn't. It's called having priorities."
"I should be the priority," he grumbled darkly, low enough she couldn't hear it. He wasn't sure why he felt that was the gospel truth.
"Speaking of which," she continued obliviously, "there have been some... unexpected developments."
He placed his book on the bed beside him before crossing his arms over his chest and studying her. "The bad kind?"
Her features scrunched as she answered thoughtfully, "It's kind of a mixed bag actually. On the bright side, Matt's no longer effected by the spell –"
"What?" He shot off the bed to stand in front of her, glancing around and noticing for the first time that her shadow was missing. "How?"
"We haven't figured that part out yet. And then there's the other thing..."
She lowered her lashes and bit her lip, blood rushing pleasantly to her cheeks. "Caroline is eloping with Klaus."
He felt his eyebrows shoot skyward. "How the hell did that happen?"
She closed her eyes entirely as she blushed deeper. "I may have told her she didn't want a wedding and somehow that translated to 'you should elope.'"
A deep chuckle escaped him as he watched her practically melt with embarrassment. "Of course it did," he commented with a teasing twist of his lips that she couldn't see.
"This is your fault," she accused suddenly, her green eyes snapping open.
"My fault?" He stiffened, his amusement vanishing as quickly as it came.
"All I could think about was you telling me to be aggressive."
"Well you should be," he defended, the muscles in his shoulders and back relaxing as he smirked, "but now we know you also need to specific."
Her head fell back as she groaned loudly.
The amusement was back, softening the edge of his smirk. He lifted a thoughtful brow and opened his mouth instinctively, "You're really cute sometimes."
Her head shot up to look at him and he spun around, striding to his closet. He ignored the uncomfortable leaping sensation in his chest and made a show of rummaging for his favourite leather jacket – a completely unnecessary activity considering the space was meticulously organized so he knew exactly where everything was.
"So I'm guessing you want to find the lovebirds before they tie the knot?" he inquired casually over his shoulder.
"That would be the plan, yes."
"Alright then." He turned back to her, easing his jacket on with a stylized grace it had taken him years to perfect. He noticed the way her eyes followed his movements with satisfaction and strolled passed her. "Let's go."
"We should probably head to Caroline's so I can get something of hers and do a locator spell."
He paused by his bedroom door and looked back at her. "Not necessary." She arched a disbelieving brow and he felt his lips quirk. "Think. If you were Klaus and Caroline, where would you go to elope?"
Her eyes drifted to a spot behind him as her mind worked through the possibilities until he saw the answer settle on her features. "Vegas?"
"Go big or go home, right?" he added with a careless lift of his shoulder.
They made it into the crowded living room and started towards the front door. Bobbing and weaving through the ocean of people, Bonnie spotted a familiar coif of pin straight hair. Changing direction mid-step, she moved to the figure and found Elena looking around, her features pinched.
Coming closer, Bonnie tapped her lightly on the shoulder and Elena spun in surprise to face her.
"Bonnie! Oh, thank God." She fell forward into Bonnie's arms. "Something really weird is happening."
"I know... It's kind of my fault," she said, pushing Elena back softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Bonnie, come on, let's go," Damon said, appearing just behind her shoulder.
"Damon!" Elena exclaimed excitedly.
"Hey." Damon inclined his head in her direction, before focusing on Bonnie, "Are we going or what? We can probably catch them at the airport if we leave now."
"Yeah, can you give me a second?" Bonnie said, turning back to Elena. "I guess I'll explain everything when we get back."
"No, please wait." Elena reached forward, latching onto Bonnie's arm. "It's like I'm not even here."
Bonnie's forehead scrunched in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"People are treating me like... like I'm not even here."
Damon sighed heavily. "Look, we don't have time for this."
"He's right," Bonnie said, shooting Elena a worried look. "I don't have a lot of time. Just tell me what's happening to you."
"Right after I left the boarding house I started to notice something... off about the way people were treating me. Whenever I'm talking to someone it's like I can only keep their attention for a few –"
"Bonnie," Damon bent down to whisper impatiently, "time's a-ticking."
"I know," she twisted her head to whisper back before addressing Elena, "Look, I really have to go, but maybe you should come with us and we can figure out what's going on with you on the way?"
"Ugh," Damon groaned loudly. "We got rid of one wheel and picked up another."
"Damon," both girls exclaimed, one in wounded surprise, the other in irritation.
He grimaced and pressed his lips into a thin line, pointedly directing his attention across the room.
"If you're coming with us, we'll have to leave now," Bonnie told Elena.
"Where are we going?"
"The airport. We have a wedding to crash."
"All I heard were the words wedding and crash, but sounds like a good time to me," said Stefan, popping out of nowhere, a new red solo cup in hand. "I'm in."
"Oh, fuck no." Damon shook his head, a deep frown marring his features. "This isn't some joyride that you can just tag along on."
"What about a joyride? Are we going somewhere?" Matt asked, peeling himself out of the crowd before spotting Elena. "Oh hey, Elena."
"Matt," Elena greeted, "What are you doing here?"
"Something about a wedding," Stefan answered Matt, completely ignoring the fact that Elena had spoken.
That was weird. Bonnie glanced between Elena and the boys. She was starting to understand what her friend was talking about.
"Does this mean you found Caroline?" Matt asked Bonnie.
"Not for certain, but we think she might be headed to Vegas."
"Makes sense," he nodded. "So are we road tripping to Vegas?"
"No, dumbass. To the airport," Damon snapped. "And you're not invited. None of you are." He glowered at the rest of the group while gesturing between him and Bonnie. "It's supposed to be just the two of us. How hard is that for you guys to understand?"