AN: This is one out of my two Klefaroline Fanfics I've written and its very dear to my heart so please kindly leave me you're valuable thoughts. Thank you.

Thank you for inspiring me to write this hybridlover2

Here I am again in Mystic Falls, perhaps my relationship with Stefan means a lot more to me then I think it does. I find myself in Mystic Grill every week to see Stefan, it's like he is the only friend I have left. He is my only family, he makes me feel joy and that is hard to come by, I would do anything for that hero haired bastard. He has like Elijah to me, maybe even more; he is the brother I never had. It's funny to think that our personality and interests are so very different, yet we get along so well, I never felt like that with my own blood, not even Rebekah. Four years ago when I left them behind and came to New Orleans to pursue my dreams of becoming an artist, I met Stefan, and we have been friends ever since. We have seen so much together, shared and enjoyed so much together. He was there when I lost my mother, when I was an emotional wreck going through a silly heartbreak and he has always been there no matter what, and this is how I repay him, by visiting him every once a week, twice sometime if I can. He on the other hand can't and won't leave Mystic Falls, not even for a better opportunity, he was offered to play football for the New Orleans Lions but he chose to stay here, for a girl. A girl he claims to be in love with, I often tell him he will end up like me but he is convinced she is the one, he has fancied her since they were in the same class in senior year and now five years later, where they are both adults, have jobs and responsibilities, he still hasn't told her. Of course he went through many girls in his career, at last he is a athlete and a charming one; but he's never forgotten about this girl and he says whenever he sees her, he knows why he never felt whole; to be very honest, I envy that about him. I wish to feel such emotions, but I haven't been capable of such thing for a while now, not after the entire trauma my family has left for me to remember for the rest of my life.

Klaus thoughts were interrupted when the bartender crashed the bottle on to the table.

"Easy Love. Pore me another drink, my brother is running late" Klaus said smirking at the brunette bartender in front of him.

"I thought you said you're family is not in town" She replied.

"Did I? I've been here for two long," he laughed. "Stefan, he is like a brother to me," he explained who he was waiting for.

"Is he tall, dark, handsome?" She asked.

"Do you know of him?" Klaus was surprised, although they came to this bar often, they would always only were in each other's company, so how did she know him he thought, and he is not one to approach a girl, specially when he is into someone already.

"No" She finally replied and put an end to his long processes thought, glancing at the entrance. Klaus turned to find Stefan looking at the two.

"Stefan!" he shouted from across the room, as Stefan walked up to him and took a seat beside him. "How was practice?" He asked smirking. "You're late, did you finally get lucky," He asked now almost laughing as Stefan blushed.

"No. Practice lasted longer than usual" Is all Stefan said back smiling at his friend.

"Has she finally noticed you at all?" Klaus asked again.

"Maybe. I don't know" Stefan replied

"There is no hope for you mate" Klaus mocked his friend's flirting abilities.

"What about you're new project" Stefan changed the subject.

"Painters block"

"Is that even a thing?" Stefan begun to smile.

"It is in Britain". Klaus smiled back at his friend, "I just can't find the inspiration, It's just not there. I don't know how to explain it". Klaus try to explain why he hadn't start his soon due project.

"Well you better find the inspiration before the deadline" Stefan reminded him, he was in for a time period.

"Tell me about you're cheer leader"

"She is a dancer, not a cheer leader," Stefan stated.

"Same thing" Klaus eyed his friend.

"It's really not"

"Whatever. Tell me, when is you're next game?" Klaus asked.

"Friday, are you coming?" Stefan asked to see if he had finally convinced his artist of a best friend to come down and watch him play, his favorite game.

"Not going to happen"

"Of course not" Stefan said defeated.

"You know, I'd like to meet you're cheerleader one day, just to see why you fancy her so much" Klaus said now looking into his drink as his eyes grew darker.

"I hope to do the same for you" Stefan give his friend a warm smile.

"Oh come on mate, you know I don't believe in such emotions" Klaus reminded his friend.

"I am will aware, but never say never" Stefan fought.

"Oh Stefan" Is all Klaus said as they both took sips of their scotch.