The Emergence of a We Person
Tyler Lockwood never wanted to be part of a 'we', ever. People who were like that, as he told Matt once;
"We'll be at the party, we'll never miss a game, we don't like the color red."
They were lemmings, pathetic. Always needing to speak for the other person as if they were thinking as one. Fuck that.
Tyler Lockwood was not about 'we'. He was about I, and him, and us, for a night only. In a bed, against a tree, in a car. But that was before. Before he killed someone and turned into a werewolf, before he saw Caroline as something other than the bitchy, neurotic, insecure twit he always thought she was.
But like I said, that was before. Now he finds himself in his home sitting watching Jersey Shore with Caroline, laughing when she laughs, unable to say anything when she's silent, breathing when she breathes.
It's how he knows he's in love. Tyler never thought anyone would be there for him like this, and yet, here was Caroline Forbes as his white knight. How ironic.
He doesn't really know much about anything , he can admit that, but when Caroline is down he wants to cheer her up and when she gives him that million dollar smile it's impossible for him not to beam.
And somehow he's OKAY just being her friend, because at least he's in her presence. Sometimes he thinks there's the possibility for more, a quick glance, a look, a little bit of redness in her perfect white cheeks. Yet something always interrupts them and brings him back to friend zone. This time it's his mom.
She sees Caroline and Tyler and she's happy that her son is happy, and she knows the main reason for that is Caroline. She got him to stay. So she asks if they need anything and Caroline answers before Tyler can.
"Thank you for the offer Mrs. Lockwood, but we're good." Then she winks and gives him that smile. "Aren't we?"
Tyler can't help but laugh to himself before answering; "Yeah, mom. We're good."