So... hi! After a couple months of being glued to this site and reading stories, I thought 'hey why not just try your own hand at writing stories?' This is my very first story that I've ever shared with anyone other than myself. I heart Caroline and Klaus so much, so I decided to write a story about them. I think this is where I say 'Hope you guys enjoy!' So really, hope you guys enjoy, and if you think this is just a horrible idea and I should just stick to reading, I want to know, thank you!

Caroline Forbes liked to think she was a good person. She planned events, donated to charities, put on fundraisers, the whole nine yards. So when her boyfriend, who she had been dating since their junior year in high school, announced that he was moving to New York for the summer for a position with his father's company, she should have been excited, right? Her boyfriend was moving to New York, where she had been living for the last 5 and a half years, having just graduated from NYU a year and a half ago. Yeah, they had made the long distance thing work. When Tyler had told her the seemingly great news – they would be together for 3 whole months – she hadn't been jumping up and down like most girls would be. If she was honest with herself, she had liked not having Tyler in the same city as her. She didn't have to see him everyday, and it wasn't weird if she didn't talk to him for a couple of days on end. It was like all their relationship was doing was going through the motions, like it had turned into an obligation. Caroline scolded herself. This was Tyler Lockwood, the boy she had been pining over for all of high school, the boy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. At least, she thought she wanted to.

Ever since Caroline had graduated from NYU, Tyler had seemed different. He didn't even come up to the city for her graduation, while Caroline had driven to North Caroline to see him walk across the stage at Duke. She never cheated on him; she would never do that. She hated cheaters, and believed there was no viable reason or excuse for doing it. She trusted Tyler, and in her first two years away, was confident that he wouldn't cheat on her, and never even thought about it. After a while though, Caroline started getting this weird feeling in her gut whenever she thought of her boyfriend. Maybe it was because they had started seeing each other less and less, and talking maybe 3 times a week? To be honest, Caroline wouldn't have minded if he cheated on her, it would be a way out of the relationship for her. It wasn't as if Tyler mistreated her, she was just bored. She tried to convince herself that all relationships were this way; the honeymoon stage was over, and she blamed her feelings on not being able to see him for so long. Now that he was coming here for 3 months, Caroline knew that it would only take a couple days before she felt like herself again with Tyler. They were Tyler and Caroline. Mystic Falls' golden couple. She shook the thoughts from her head as she stepped out of the shower. Leave it to showering to make it seem like you could answer all of life's burning questions. She was thinking too much, and she needed to be thinking about more important things, such as getting ready to see her boyfriend, whose flight would be landing...20 minutes ago, shit! She still wasn't ready and had told Tyler that she would meet him at his new apartment at 4 and considering it was already 3:15, she needed to get moving. She quickly fumbled around in her closet, picking out a white sundress and some nude wedges. She wanted to look good for Tyler, and recapture that spark they had once had. She did her hair in her famous waves, did her makeup, grabbed her purse and was out the door hailing a cab.

On the twenty minute ride over to Tyler's new apartment which was located right on 5th Ave – his family was very wealthy, and he lived and was spoiled like a king – Caroline couldn't help the thoughts that were once again running through her head. It was like the shower all over again, except this time it was a wrenched body odour smell filling her nostrils instead of her pomegranate scented body soap. Moving to New York for school was the best decision she had ever made. It wasn't that she didn't like Mystic Falls, she loved it. It was her home, where her family and friends lived. Caroline was more of a city girl. She had been itching at the seams to finally get away from her little protective bubble that was Mystic Falls, and when she got accepted into NYU, she hadn't hesitated. Having her two best friends join her was like the cherry on top. Instead of living in dorms, they had all pooled together to rent an apartment where they had stayed for 4 years. In their second year, Elena had met Damon and had fallen completely head over heels in love with him. When they graduated he had asked her to move in with him and Elena had said yes. Caroline was a little jealous of their relationship; they seemed to always want to be together and talking or making plans wasn't a burden with them, like she had felt it was with Tyler. Bonnie was the real intelligent one of their group. She wanted to be a doctor, and after graduating had been accepted into Medical School in Boston. She had moved there for school, but Elena and Caroline saw her at least once a month. She was a busy girl, but the three of them had the type of relationship where even if they went weeks without talking, they could pick up the phone and talk like they had only spoken yesterday. That left Caroline alone in their big three bedroom apartment, so with Elena and Damon's help, she found a one bedroom apartment in Elena and Damon's building in Brooklyn. It was a perfect set up, and Caroline loved having her best friend, and even Damon, who she painfully admitted to being not so bad and becoming rather close with, in the same building as her.

She finally reached his apartment building, and the first thought that came to her head as she stepped out the cab was Woah. They were right in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the Upper East Side. Caroline's life savings couldn't even get her an apartment on this street. The building was huge and the doorman opened the door for her as she stepped in and made her way to the front desk. They had a front desk! It was like she was in a hotel building. Tyler had left her name with them, and a set of keys so she could make her way up. Caroline retrieved her keys from the kind woman at the desk, and made her way over to the elevator. She stepped in and took a notice to all the numbers that were on there. They had 70 floors for crying out loud! And of course, Tyler was on floor 70. She didn't know why she was surprised; she would have expected nothing less. As she pressed the number 70, she heard a loud voice coming from in front of the now closing elevator doors.

"Hold the lift please!" A British accent rang out. Caroline quickly stuck her hand in between the doors so they would open and found herself face to face with a blonde haired blue eyed man who was panting from running to catch the elevator. She thought she heard him say thank you, but couldn't process what was going on. The guy was gorgeous with a capital G. He had some stubble tracing his jawline, and his deep blue eyes were penetrating. Caroline was staring, and she couldn't help it. She saw the smirk on his face and quickly turned to face front. Caroline Forbes you have a boyfriend, what are you doing, one voice inside her head was saying to her. It's okay to look, it's not like you're doing anything wrong, another voice inside her head was saying to her

"…long?" Caroline turned her head to face the stranger.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked in embarrassment, clearly too caught up in her own world to even have the decency to make small talk with this guy who was already making her all hot and flustered.

He chuckled. "I said have you lived here long? I don't recall ever seeing you," he said with a smirk.

Caroline couldn't speak. His accent was captivating and as for his little comment, well she couldn't be bothered to over analyze it like she did with everything else in her life. She cleared her throat. "No, actually I don't live her. My boyfriend just moved here for the summer. I'm just heading up to his apartment to meet him there," she told him, missing the way his face scrunched up ever so slightly at the mention of her boyfriend.

"Oh I see," he said lamely as the elevator doors opened. "Looks like we're going to be neighbours," he said, as they both stepped out of the elevator. He walked to the first door on the right, and Caroline walked to the door beside it. There were only 4 doors on this floor, and even though they were spaced out quite generously, they were still neighbours. Caroline struggled to keep herself together as it dawned on her that she would be likely seeing this man's face more often.

"I guess so," she replied nervously, as she fiddled with the keys, trying to get them into the lock.

He smirked again, and Caroline couldn't help but gaze at how his lips turned up ever so slightly. "It was nice to meet you…" he trailed off.

"Caroline," she told him.

"Caroline," he repeated. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too…"

"Klaus," he told her as he opened his door.

"It was nice to meet you Klaus," she said, giving him a warm smile, as she too opened her door. She stepped in and quickly shut it, pressing her back against the wall as she took deep breaths. This was going to be an interesting summer.