Hey guys! I know this is a bit short, but the premise is quite obvious I think :P

To be completely honest with you guys, I have no idea where I'm going with this. The idea just kind of popped into my head and I decided to run with it. If I get enough positive feedback from you (wink wink) I'm going to continue with it, so next chapter should be Elena, Stefan, and Caroline arriving at the Royal Palace, meeting everybody and exploring the town. I'm not sure if Damon and Elena will be meeting each other by then, but they will definitely know of each other's existences. Or something.

Anyway, enough talking!' There doesn't happen much here. Actually, nothing happens in this chapter, at least nothing worth getting excited over, but I needed to get this out just to form a general idea.

´´So you´re saying we´re going to Italy, because your old roommate, or, as other´s may call him ´Prince Salvatore of Italy´ invited you over to the Royal Palace for two months?'' Caroline tried to sound controlled, but she never was one for hiding emotions, and especially not excitement, so all I did was nod. Well, with a big grin across my face.

''Yep,'' I added, obnoxiously popping the 'p'.

'Oh, my god!'' Caroline squealed.

I winced, but kept up my smile. You wouldn't know the definition of ''shrill voice'' until you've met Caroline Forbes.

''He called yesterday, telling we should start packing.''

''Wait…Why did he invite me?'' she asked, the insecure and neurotic side of her coming out.

I smiled sweetly at my friend. ''One: you're gorgeous. Two: he has been crushing on you the first day he came to my house. Two: did I already mention you are gorgeous?''

''Wait…You said he has a crush on me?'' again, after every syllable in that sentence her voice got higher and higher.

And of course that was the part of my encouraging words that she would actually pay attention to. It's like she has some third part in her brain especially designed for girls like her. The part that can only be consoled when talking about a guy. Especially a guy that seems to like her.

You see, Caroline is not picky. If you're hot, rich, older…okay, I forgot about the point I wanted to make.

''Don't tell me you didn't notice? And I know you're in love with the guy, no need to hide it.''

I smirked when Caroline's cheeks got red so quickly she had to turn around.

''Where are you going?'' I called after her, still clutching my stomach from laughter while she walked away with an extra sway in her hips.

''Packing!'' she called, trying to sound bored.

My smile just got wider, as I turned around to leave the living room for my bedroom. I let myself fall backwards onto the bed and grabbed my phone.

''Guess what?'' I asked as soon as the person on the receiving end picked up.

''Caroline finally decided to pay her car fines?''

I giggled. ''Unfortunately, hell has to freeze over first. But no, I wasn't calling about that.''

''Than why, oh, why, are you honoring me with your beautiful voice?'' he quipped.

I rolled my eyes. ''Thanks Don Juan, but, no. I called to ask you to leave a room or two free at the palace,'' she added dryly.

''No way!''

I grinned at the excitement in my friend's voice.

''Yep. I'm going to Italy to meet the Royal Family. I need to tweet this,'' I joked in a fake, but still, obnoxiously high pitched voice.

''Sorry, Caroline, could you get Elena on the phone back for me, please?'' he asked seriously.

I laughed. ''Don't talk like that about you're soon to be girlfriend! It's bad luck.''

I heard him chuckle on the other end. ''Says who?''

''The Almighty Elena Gilbert. You don't mess with the force.''

''Yeah, not gonna happen.''

''Yeah, I'll just pretend you didn't say that. So, when should we be ready?''

''Around 4 sound good? I already booked the tickets, and talked about it with my parents, so we're good.''

''Wait, the king and queen of Italy agreed to you bringing two ragazze americane with you?''

''Nice one, 'Len,'' he laughed, ''and yeah, after they realized I'd bring the daughter of an American diplomat and the daughter of a big-time lawyer they didn't dare to object.''

I laughed loudly at that. ''Haven't heard that one before. So, what should we be expecting?''

''My mother loves to cook, so don't be afraid to go back to New York several pounds heavier. There is a chance you'd be a bit put off by my dad, but I'm not worried you and Care can't win him over, anyway. Then..uhh…''

''Why do I feel we're about to enter 'sore-subject' territory?'' I then asked, my voice the perfect amount of playfulness, compassion and worry.

''Depends on what you would count as 'sore', but anyway, the last member of my family is my older brother Damon. He's a bit of a, ehmm…''

It was safe to say I was surprised to his voice tone. He wasn't one to sound insecure and not once had I heard him stutter over a subject. Then again, he never talked about his family, and I didn't push. I really didn't care about the fact he was a prince. I have been going to school with him for the past three years, and to me he was just my friend. Nothing more, nothing less. To think that his older brother could get him this riled up and have him stuttering made my instantly curious as to who they were talking about.

''A what? Criminal? Serial-killer? Closet-Jake Gyllenhal-movies-enthusiast?''

Okay, I was mocking him! Sue me.

She could just see him roll his eyes at her over-active fantasy.

''He's a cocky jerk. Don't expect to see him around the palace much.''

''Shouldn't a guy his age have his own place?''

''He has a place alright. He just likes to torment my dad by just being around the house.''

''Wow. He must be rays of sunshine.''

''Extremely fun to be around. He likes pretty girls, though, so try not to fall for his slyness and straight-up BS.''

''I shall heed your warning, my dear prince. Now, I need to go pack before my roommate bursts through my door and rips out my intestines through my throat.''

''Could she be capable of that?''

''That, and more beyond your comprehension. I'll call you when we're done.''

''We're going to Italy.''

''That we are.''

''Bye Elena.''

''Bye Stefan.''

We both hung up at the same time, and it wasn't up until that moment I really got excited about what was to go down the next two months. I was about to go to The Royal House Of Savoy, currently housing the Royal Family and their staff. Me and Caroline were going to stay there for two whole months.

Two. Whole. Months.

Oh god.

Of course before packing, I couldn't help it. I had to open up my laptop.

Damon Salvatore.

Nobody could've warned me for what I would stumble upon.

Oh thank the Gods or whomever is up there for creating the guy that invented Google. You're awesome.

Uneventful. Trust me. I know.

You can, I don't know, revvvvviewww? Makes my day ;)

That would be greatly appreciated by the writer of this story, hihi.

Anyway, Buh-bye for now!

xoxo Layla

BTW, if you have some ideas for this story, PM me! My muse has been coming and going today, and since it's pretty late here, I'm beat. :(