One

"So where are we going?" I asked Klaus as I adjusted my jacket. Klaus shrugged at me as he drove. "Are you serious? You don't know where you're taking us?"

"Courtney, I planned only for Stefan. But now that I have your sweet ass along for the ride, I have a change of plans," Klaus said. Stefan sat quietly in the back of the car as Klaus and I argued. He hadn't said much since he killed that girl. I wasn't sure what I could say to him before Klaus shushed me from talking to him. Klaus wasn't completely aware that Stefan and I were lovers before. So I had to keep it on the down low that Stefan did mean something to me a little more than a friend. I didn't really know how to explain it though.

"Klaus," I sighed, annoyed with his whole act. I shook my head at him, and then looked out the window. "You are going to fuck us up." After that, Klaus didn't say anything. He just sat there and drove all night. I fell asleep to some Justin Bieber while Klaus had his eyes on the road the whole time. Sure, he was a hybrid, but he was fucking amazing. Me? I couldn't have pulled an all-nighter. That shit was hard.

(Since Elena died, I hadn't had my powers back, but I still wasn't feeling the way I assumed I'd feel. You know, drowsy, sleepy, and the feeling of death. I felt the exact same way as I did before. I felt angry, and I had energy to yell. If I was dying, how was I still up and at it? How was I able to yell, scream, stomp, and generally hate (and love) Klaus and not feel like I was dying? I didn't tell anyone about the whole thing, and just decided to keep it to myself. Though I still didn't have my powers, I didn't think I was going to die anytime soon. Maybe even if I did fail my purpose, I still had a chance at living.)

"Now I have an idea," Klaus claimed as we pulled into a parking lot. I waited for him to say something, but all he did was turn off the car and get out. Stefan followed his suit. So I was the last one to get out. "My things are already here. You both can borrow something of mine."

Klaus led us into a hotel. It wasn't anything fancy really, but it was better than the usual ones you saw on the street. As we walked, Stefan didn't bother to say anything to me. Or even look at me. His eyes were just focused up ahead as he walked. I even tried to wave at him and make it obvious that I wanted his eye contact. Yet Stefan still didn't reply. I was thinking maybe it was because he was still mad at me for sleeping with Klaus. Then I got the idea that he didn't want Klaus to think there was anything between us. That would certainly make Klaus lose it and pull out someone's heart.

"Mikaelson, darling. Already checked in, just need the key," Klaus said to the woman sitting at the desk. She friendly smiled at him and started typing on her computer. I looked around at the interior of the hotel and I was impressed. It was going for more of a retro kind of look more than a traditional. Since Klaus was so old, I assumed that he would like the traditional, but apparently he was trying to be more like this generation.

"If you'll show me some ID, I'll get you set up—"

"You won't need any idea," Klaus compelled, "Just give me the room key."

The girl's face went blank. After a second, she suddenly started pulling out a key and giving it to Klaus. "4th floor, second door on your right. Have a nice stay," she said to him, monotone.

Klaus smirked and said, "Thanks, love."

He then started walking to the elevator. I was too caught up in the interior to realize that we were moving. I had to run to catch up the two men walking into the elevator without me. Stefan found his way behind Klaus, so I decided I'd join him in the back. But while the elevator moved, Stefan still didn't look at me. I wondered if he was even thinking of me at the moment, or if his mind was stuck on Elena. Ugh, that name disgusted me. She should have died when Klaus killed her. The Salvatore's should have just let her die. She was no use to them. All she was doing was causing them pain. I hated seeing Stefan in pain. I hated seeing Damon in pain too, since he was the one getting rejected most of the time.

No one talked as the elevator moved us up to the fourth floor of the building. With a ding, the elevator opened its doors, and once again, Klaus was walking and Stefan was following. Both tall men, they had long, fast strides that I had trouble keeping up with. Fortunately, the room was the second on our right, so I didn't have to run far to keep up.

"There are only two beds, so someone's going to have to share," Klaus informed us before opening the door. I knew what he was getting at and I shook my head.

"I'll call up room service and get them to bring us some extra sheets," I said to Klaus. "You can sleep on the floor."

Klaus didn't look amused. (Not that I expected him to be.) He finally opened the door, but he didn't let me go in. "Stefan, go ahead and choose your bed. Courtney and I need to have a little chat." Stefan did exactly as told and left Klaus and me in the hallway. I hoped that the residents didn't mind a little yelling, because that was what I was probably going to be doing. Every conversation with Klaus now had a little yelling in the mix. Along with a pinch of cussing. Klaus closed the door behind Stefan even though we both knew he could easily listen in on our conversation. "Courtney, you can either be a good girl, or you can make this hard on both of us. Please, just stop acting like a brat, and we could get on with the whole thing. No one needs to be bossy or sarcastic, although I do like that about you. But Courtney, please, for everyone's sake, don't be a bitch."

I stared at Klaus with disbelief. "Really? You threaten my family, kill my aunt, and my sister, and you expect me not to be a bitch? Klaus, you were the reason Damon got bitten, and you bargained my freedom for his life. I'm not going to be a bitch to Stefan, but to you? I'll give you hell."

I stomped past him before he could say anything to me. I didn't care if Klaus had something else to say to me. I was done talking to him. Stefan had chosen the bed nearest the window on the other side of the room, so I jumped on the bed close to the door. I closed my eyes and just accepted that I was probably going have to sleep with Klaus. Sleeping in the same bed with Stefan would not only be awkward (since we were past lovers), but I had a feeling that Klaus wouldn't be full of joy at the idea.

"You said you had clothes…?" Stefan asked Klaus when he joined us in the room. I looked over to Stefan and I just barely caught him looking at me. Finally, he shows an interest. I thought he was just going to ignore me for the rest of the trip. I'm relieved that he'll maybe talk to me…or at least look at me.

"Yes," Klaus confirmed, "I'll get them for you."

I hopped off the bed to get the clothes from Klaus. He led us both to a small closet in the corner of the room, next to the bathroom, which was across from Stefan's bed. I waited for Klaus to hand me clothing, but after he gave Stefan something to wear, he picked out something for himself, and closed the suitcase. Klaus didn't even look at me as he walked away to the bed I had claimed.

I was confused. As I remembered, Klaus offered to give both clothes until we went to buy more. "Um… Do I just pick out something myself? Or are you going to get it for me? I like to take a shower at night, and that would mean I need something to wear for tonight. Clothes… That you offered."

"Nope, you're not getting any," Klaus simply replied. "Actions have their consequences."

I scoffed with wide eyes. "You can't be serious?" Klaus didn't reply to my question. I crossed my arms and jutted out my hip like a girl about to throw a fit. "You're mad at me because I don't want to be nice to you? After you killed my sister, I might add."

"Courtney, you can't do anything about your sister. Might as well get over it since we'll be together for a while."

"Asshole," I said, but Klaus didn't seem affected at all by that. "Fine, I don't need your fucking clothes. I can figure out a way myself."

Klaus still didn't say anything. He and Stefan both pulled off their shirts and pants, getting ready to sleep in their boxers. Unlike them, I actually liked to sleep in something. Have pajamas and not just strip and sleep in my underwear. But if that's how Klaus wanted to play, then I'd play the game, and I'd win. I decided that sleeping in the same bed as Stefan wouldn't be so bad. I definitely wasn't going to sleep in the clothes I was already wearing, so underwear it would be.

When I finally snapped out of my thoughts, I found that both Stefan and Klaus were in their beds. I smiled in Klaus's direction before peeling off my shirt slowly. I wanted Klaus to see what he couldn't have since he was going to be a bitch about the whole situation. After I got the shirt off, I found that both Stefan and Klaus were staring at me. This made my smile grow. Slowly, I unzipped my pants (or Elijah's pants in this case), and let them drop to the floor. I was happy that I decided to wear my red bra and underwear for a funeral. (I knew that most people wore black to funerals, but I wanted to be different. John and Jenna would want me to be different…be me. Especially for their funerals.)

Instead of joining Klaus over at his bed, I slowly made my way over to Stefan, who looked like he was nervous. I bent down to pull back the covers, making sure that Klaus had a nice view of my ass, only covered by red, lace panties. (Not a thong. Thongs are shit.) Stefan, nor Klaus, said anything as I got into the bed. I didn't scoot next to Stefan to make Klaus jealous. In fact, I tried to stay far away from Stefan as possible. I wanted no awkward relationships when I was dying and on a trip with my two ex-boyfriends (if you could count Stefan as an ex).

"Goodnight," I said, before turning off the lamp on our side. Klaus's lamp was still on, but it dimly lit the whole room. After that, no one said anything, and eventually, Klaus turned off his lamp to sleep. And the whole time, the smirk did not leave my face.

My eyes opened to a room that wasn't the hotel room I fell asleep in. I had a feeling that I was in a dream again. And just like I hoped, I flipped over to see Ryan sleeping peacefully. A smile bloomed on my face as I watched his chest go up and down. I love you. I miss you, I thought to myself. Watching him sleep was heartbreaking for me because I knew that he wasn't going to come back to me. Only in my dreams would I get to see him. That wasn't enough for me. I would gladly leave Klaus and Stefan behind to go with Ryan. He was my first true love and I'd do anything to get him back. I couldn't help but feel like I wouldn't be in the situation I was if Ryan didn't die. Maybe Ryan could have come up with a plan to help Elena and I would have never dated Klaus or Stefan. Maybe everything would have been okay if he didn't have go get himself killed.

I stared at him for a while until I heard something outside the door. I realized this wasn't the same house as I was in before when I met the family. We must still be on the trip to Mystic Falls. Careful not to wake up Ryan, I got up from the bed and opened the door. There was cussing, and a few more things falling to the floor. I followed the noise downstairs, and found a little girl in the kitchen. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Shanley in the kitchen. She was standing on the counter with her little feet, looking for something in the cabinets. Something fell again from the cabinet and she cussed again in her little voice. I eyes widened at her choice of words since she was only six years old.

"Shan, darling, what are you doing?" Shanley jumped so high at my question, I thought that she was going to fly to heaven. I ran forward to catch her just in case she fell from the counter, but she was smart enough to hold on to the cabinet door for balance. I guess it wasn't my smartest plan to scare a six year old girl standing on a counter. But I've had worse.

"Mommy, you scared me," she said to me, holding her heart. I smiled at her gesture, looking at her tiny hand covering her chest. "My heart almost stopped. Damn."

My mind returned to the cuss words. "Where did you learn those words?"

"What words?" she asked back innocently. Shanley put her hands out for me to catch her. I caught her swiftly, but decided that I wanted to keep her in my arms instead of putting her to the ground. Plus, I didn't want her to trip over all the things she knocked down. She was making so much noise, I was surprised that Ryan or Nadia didn't wake up.

"Those cuss words." At these words, Shanley looked guilty. "Shanley, tell me the truth."

But instead of explaining herself, she said something else. "Naddie went out to a party when you and Daddy fell asleep. She told me not to tell, but she hasn't come back yet."

I creased my brows at this news. I knew that Nadia would be some trouble and she was a free girl like I was, but I didn't expect her to just go a party without saying anything. Even Elena asked before she defied rules. I would have to deal with her later, but I was talking to Shanley. She was cussing and that was not okay for her to say those words. I wouldn't want her to get in trouble at school for saying something to somebody and the teacher would hear it. I could already see how it would go.

(Shanley would get home looking sad. She'd put down her bag and then she'd run to me crying. I'd drop everything because she was my child and she was crying. "What happened?" I'd ask her after she cried in my arms a few minutes. After a few more seconds of sobs, she'd pull back from the hug and look at me with big remorseful eyes.

"Mommy, I—"

She'd get cut off because the phone would ring and I'd have to answer it. I put her up on the counter where I'm not cooking and then answer the phone. The whole time, I'd look at Shanley crying on the counter.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Ms. Dennings?" a woman would say on the other line.

"This is her," I'd say back. "What is the problem?"

"Well, there was an incident," the woman would inform me. "Shanley was in it. Another student took something of hers, and she cussed at him. She said, and I quote, 'Give back my motherfucking toy, you little shit.'" My eyes would widen at this news and I'd give Shanley a disapproving look. The woman would continue talking, but I wouldn't be listening because I would be too busy giving Shanley the look of shame.

"Thank you, I'll take care of it," I'd say, cutting the woman off. Then I'd hang up and turn to Shanley.

"Mommy, I'm sorry," she'd apologize, but I'd just shake my head.

"What the fuck, Shan?")

I shivered at the thought. I'd be a bad mom if I did that. I turned my attention back to my daughter in my arms. She was staring at me with wide eyes, probably wondering what I was thinking about. I had to start thinking of a punishment for Nadia, but I was also kind of worried. She was gone, she hadn't come back, and we were in the town of Mystic Falls. Shit could go down, and we wouldn't even know it.

"Shanley, thank you for telling me that. But we're focusing on you. Where did you learn those words?"

Shanley looked down at her hands in shame. "Well, I was talking with Sissy. She was talking about this guy she liked, and she was saying words. After we were done talking, she told me not to say those words again. I thought that I was lonely here, so I said them. But I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm not supposed to say those words. Never."

I couldn't help but smile at how cute she was. She was still looking down at her hands with a pout on her lips. Shan was just adorable in so many ways, I couldn't even be mad at her. "Just don't say them again. At least not until you're a teenager," I scolded, in my best parental voice. Shanley nodded. "And when do you turn a teenager?"

"12," she answered after a few minutes of thinking. I shook my head. "13?"

"Yes. Wait until you're 13 to start cussing like Sissy," I said to her, and she nodded. "Now, what were you doing?"

"Making breakfast for you and Daddy."

"Let's get going then." Shanley smiled. "But first, we need to clean up this mess."

By the time Shanley and I finished making grits and eggs with bacon and sausage, it was about 8:00am. Just as we were putting the plates on the table, the door started to open. In slipped Nadia with messy hair, her purse and heels in hand, looking like she went to a club last night. I sighed with relief when I saw her. Thank God. I thought I was going to have to go kick some ass. Get my daughter back from a few…vampires. Seriously, I'm still not sure if vampires are in this town.

"Just in time for breakfast," I called out, catching Nadia's attention. Her head snapped over in my direction and she had an expression that resembled a deer staring at headlights. "Where did you go last night?"

"I thought you would sleep in this morning," she said, sounding like she wanted to reason. "I didn't think that I'd come back this late. I thought I could go out, come back in, and then you'd never know."

"Shanley, darling, cover your ears," I requested, and she did exactly as told. Then I turned back to Nadia. "Why do you have sex hair?"

"Mom!"

"I'm not kidding right now. I want to know why you look like you should be standing on a street corner. I want to why it looks like you actually got picked up from the street corner. And I want to know why it looks like you got drunk. Do you have a hangover?" I took a few steps closer to her. "Does it hurt when I yell like this?" I yelled, making her wince. Yup, hangover. "Huh? Does it hurt when I scream like this?"

Nadia covered her ears. "Please, Mom," she said softly, "stop yelling like that. I'm not really in the mood. But I don't have a hangover." Lie. "I didn't get drunk last night." Lie. "And I wasn't standing on a street corner." Lie. "I just went a friendly little party." Looking like a first class whore? Where did she get that dress anyway?

"Honey, I know you're lying," I responded as I crossed my arms. "Your father and I used to get drunk all the time. I know a hangover when I see one. And I know sex hair when I see it. Please, I had it all the time. My parents would catch me."

"Mom, too much information."

"Nadia, not enough information. Stop lying to me! And you taught your little sister cuss words? Are you kidding me right now?"

"What's all the yelling about?"

I turned around to see Ryan in tight white briefs that weren't exactly something to show the children. I looked like he just woke up (he probably just did) with messy hair, half closed eyes, and his mouth was ajar. Even looking like a total freak, he still managed to make it cute. I just loved him so much.

"Dad, please…" Nadia covered her eyes with her nose scrunched up in disgust. I couldn't blame her really. I wouldn't really want to see my dad's junk ever. I was glad I never did; it must have been scarring for her…and Shanley.

I ran over to the small child who still had her hands over her ears, so she couldn't cover her eyes. I could tell that she was both scared and scarred. I picked her up and turned her head away from Ryan in only his boxers.

Ryan looked down at what he was wearing, and then said, "Sorry, darling. But this is where you came from." Ryan started patting his junk and I laughed. I heard Nadia gag behind me. "Now, what are you doing looking like a whore?"

"That's what I said," I commented. "Darling, go to your room," I told Shanley before putting her down. Her eyes flicked from Ryan, to me, to Nadia and then said, "Shit's about to go down." Before I could scold her, she ran from the kitchen, up the stairs and into her room. Ryan looked at me with a confused expression and I just shrugged. "Your daughter taught your youngest daughter those words. Then she went out to a party looking like that."

Ryan's expression turned very angry. "Is this true, Nadia?" I looked over to Nadia to see a scared and nervous look on her face. You better be nervous. You are getting it now. "Did you go out to a party?"

"Not to mention, she's got a hangover and she has sex hair."

"She does have sex hair," Ryan agreed, and Nadia shook her head.

"Okay, I admit, I did get a little drunk," Nadia finally confessed. "And I met this guy. He was really cool, and he took me to his house. We had a party of our own over there, and I just happened to fall asleep."

"Did you lose your virginity to him?" Ryan demanded.

"No, Dad, I didn't," Nadia replied. I had a feeling she was telling the truth. Her eyes weren't lying to us, so I was hoping her mouth wasn't either. Even if she didn't lose her virginity, Ryan was going to give her hell. I could tell that he was just that kind of father that liked to have order in his house. Or rental house. And I was going to let him.

"Oh, really?"

"Really, Dad. I didn't lose my virginity to him."

"C'mon, Ryan. Do you really think our sixteen year old daughter could lose her virginity?" I asked, joking. I didn't expect Nadia to get so angry at it. Nadia was beautiful; just absolutely gorgeous. But she didn't know anyone in this town. So I assumed that the guy would be one who would like to take it slow, because that's how it was when I was a teen. (Really, guys wanted some, they did, but they'd like to know the girl for at least a week. Well, the exception of Damon.)

"I actually lost my V-card way before him," Nadia added. Ryan's eyes gained a wildly angry look while mine widened. I guess my little girl was getting around. "Yes, I did have sex with him. It was amazing. We didn't even use protection. You might want to get use to the idea of having a grandchild."

I didn't mind that she had sex for some reason, but I was surprised at her tone. Did she really think that she could talk to us that way when she was the one who was in trouble? From what I saw, we were pretty good parents. We let her do things my parents wouldn't even consider. And she decided when she's in trouble she'd act like we were trying to send her to prison. I wasn't one to lose my shit, but Ryan was. When you pushed him far enough, he'd lose it on you. Usually in arguments, he would keep calm and just talk it out, but I got the feeling as a father, he wasn't one to mess with.

"Nadia," Ryan breathed with a warning tone lacing his voice. But she didn't listen. Nadia kept talking with the same tone she had before.

"Dad, I'm just trying to live my life. I want to go out and be a teen. I want to go to parties and I want to get drunk. I want to have a one night stand and I want to meet new friends. You guys are holding me back from that. Mom always talks about how crazy her life was when she was a kid, and I want that. I want to be like Mom. She had a very interesting life."

"First of all, my parents died," I butt in, making everyone look at me. "I was acting out. Your parents are alive, they let you do whatever the fuck you want, and this is how you repay us? Trying to be like me? I got pregnant in high school. You don't want that." I didn't really know what it felt like, but I had to try to convince Nadia that my life wasn't all that great. I mean, I hadn't actually lived it since it was my dream life, and it possibly could have been awesome, but Nadia didn't need to know what. "My sister was getting all the attention and I was in the corner. You have a perfect life, Nadia. Living parents, good friends, and a house. Don't say that you don't have a good life. If there's something wrong with it, then tell us. I just don't want you to go sleeping around and possibly get pregnant or STDs because then we'll be the ones who have to deal with it. There is so much time for drinking, parties and sex after you turn 21. Nadia, don't fuck up your teen years. It's not fun."

Nadia looked a bit affected by my little speech, but then she rolled her eyes. "So now you want to be good mother and tell me not to do crazy shit and be like you? Wow…" She scoffed at me. I scoffed at her.

I started to talk from experience. Since one of my mother paid more attention to my sister, one of them didn't want to talk to me my whole life, and the other was a selfish bitch, I had a shitload of knowledge when it came to bad mothers. "Nadia, I'm a bad mother? No, I'm not. I'll never be bad mother. I don't ignore you. I don't leave you. I'm not so selfish that my love for you is tossed out the window. My mother didn't like to do things with me. She just loved Elena so fucking much. And here I am actually giving a shit that you're out at a party. When I went to parties, all I would get was a little slap on the hand, and then I'd be ignored again. I'd have to catch a ride home; they wouldn't pick me up. When Elena went out to a party, the whole world stopped. The last time she went to a party without my parents' permission, they had to go pick her up, and get killed. They never died for me. They died for her! And now here I am giving a shit and willing to die for you. I never got that from my mother. We didn't go shopping unless Elena was with us. We never cooked breakfast together unless Elena was cooking with us. I'm not a fucking bad mother. I will never be fucking bad mother."

Nadia was silent. When she started talking, I felt bad for yelling at her like that. "Mom, I never knew grandma and grandpa went out like that. I didn't know."

"I know you didn't. But you cannot call me a bad mother. I am not a bad mother."

"You're not," Nadia agreed. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." A few tears fell down her face, but I didn't make any move to comfort her. I wanted to cry myself. It's not like my mother hated me or anything, but most of our activities together had to involve Elena too. And sorry if I was overreacting, but I got fucking annoyed with it at one point. That was the point when I started to get rebellious and go out with Ryan. My parents hated that I was dating someone older than me, and I loved that I was finally getting some attention from them. Even if it wasn't exactly the kind of attention I wanted, it was something. I helped Nadia talk to the guy she had a crush on who was an older guy. I paid attention to my children. I would never be anything like my mom or Isobel or Katherine. I was going to re-vamp the definition of being a good mother. I was going to break some records with my awesomeness.

Instead of saying anything to her, I just let Ryan say something. "Nadia, phone, laptop, iPod, tablet. Anything that lets you communicate to anyone who is outside this house. You are grounded for the rest of the trip and you are not going out to any other parties. And you will never talk to your mother like that ever again. She is an amazing mother to you. Show some appreciation. Go to your room and get those things now. And give me that dress so I can burn it." Ryan was calm during the whole things, but I could still tell he was fuming on the inside.

Nadia looked like she wanted to protest, but she decided against it. Without another word, she walked up the stairs to the room she was using. When I heard the door close, I let out a big sigh and tried to blink back the tears.

I felt someone's hand under my chin, pulling up my head. I looked up into Ryan's sparkling brown eyes and smile. "And now the breakfast is cold."

"You are not a bad mother," he said to me. "You know that? Nadia was just acting up for a moment, and a few words slipped out of her mouth. If she does mean it, then she really is not grateful."

"No, I know. I'm a good mother. It just made me think of my mother," I replied.

Ryan nodded. "Katherine. And Isobel. And Miranda."

I was confused. "You know?"

"Of course I know. I'm glad those bitches are gone. I know you really loved them all, but they treated you like shit," Ryan said. I was still confused. I didn't mind that he called them bitches; let's face it, they were. "I just hope that she didn't run into any vampires. That would spell serious trouble. We need to hurry up with this visit. This town is still crawling with vampires."

"Yeah," I agreed, playing along. Holy motherfucking shit. Ryan knows about vampires. So that means he probably knows about werewolves, witches, and Klaus. And my sister. I guess Elena came clean to me and I told Ryan.

"Anyway, you said something about breakfast?"

"Yeah, it's on the stove." Ryan kissed me on my forehead before walking over to the stove to get some food. I was still leaning on the counter for support. Everything that just happened was still running through my mind. Youngest cussing. Oldest sleeping around and getting drunk. Mothers suck. Being called a sucky mother. Ryan knowing about the supernatural shit that goes down in this town. And of course, since my life sucks so much, it's all fake. None of it is real. I'm only in a dream.

Almost like my sub-conscious wanted to fuck me over a bit more, Ryan said something to me that crushed my dream…literally.

"Courtney, wake up."

My eyes snapped open again to see Stefan's face hovering over mine. "Finally, you woke up. I've been saying that a lot. Get up, we're going shopping."

I sat up in the bed and saw that Klaus was all ready and good to go, and so was Stefan. They wanted to see me half naked again instead of us all dressing at the same time. They were clever men. And I was a sexy woman. (It was times like this when I appreciated how much I had them wrapped around my finger at one point.)

"And find a werewolf. Get up because we have no time to lose."

Hello! We're back with The Story of Us! So I guess I'm going to put in more dreams with Ryan, if you want. I don't know, I just kind of miss him. Anyway, I made it seem like Miranda was the devil, it's just that she didn't pay as much attention to Courtney as she did Elena. It's not like Miranda didn't love Courtney. So I'll try to do a weekly update. I still don't know what I'm going to do with the Haley/Klaus situation, but I'll try to figure it out. And I'm still trying to decide if the Courtney/Stefan relationship should be announced. If you want to help me out, leave a comment? Thanks.

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