A/N :

Hi Guys I'm here with a new story…. It's gonna be a three or four part fic. Okay so this one is romcom-ish. It's inspired from the Ugly Truth. And is my version of it.

DISCLAIMER : I don't own the characters and anything about TVD.

So this one goes out to my lovely friend Rachel (themikealsoncupcake), Jess (Jesskatethings) on tumblr. You guys make my life so happy and better. I have no words, love you so much..

Fawn (klaus-liltle-black-rose) on tumblr thank you for your initial nugde , I'm so grateful :*, love you.

also to new friend Maria (klarocult) on twitter,,, Hi i hope you like this and welcome to the fandom :))

MISS TRASH-CHUTE AND HER WINGMAN

PART 1

Life was taking a cruel revenge from her. Caroline Forbes who had just a few weeks ago had started thinking that life had ultimately decided to forego of its vendetta against her, when she had gotten a promotion as a main columnist in one of the most esteemed fashion magazines "Rave", was now convinced otherwise. Everything in this universe hated her she thought as she made a grab for her new sunglasses when they fell down the trash chute and she got stuck. She tried to wriggle out but her jersey had gotten caught in the corner. Frustrated she sighed, "Ughhh. I hate my life."

She was still glued to the trash-chute when a deep throaty voice in a drop dead swoon worthy British accent called out, " Well it's really a shame someone would want to throw away a gorgeous butt like this."

The universe was definitely a bitch. Because for the last ten minutes she had been trying to wriggle free and she hadn't been successful and now when someone had witnessed her in a compromising position she was finally able to get out. She fell out with a squeak and an undignified thump and he helped her up. She pushed him away and said, " What did you just say?"

The British hunk with lightning blue eyes smirked at her. Her heart did an annoying flip inside her chest when his dimples flashed out.

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Klaus Mikealson had moved into the new building a week ago. His move to a new city had been a conscious decision on his part and a desperate attempt to escape his past.

Of Course it helped that his company where he worked part time as an art consultant had been astonishingly fine with his decision. So life all in all was looking not too shabby for him. His new apartment was very spacious and with his minimalistic approach he had plenty of room for his art work.

Being an artist and that too a moody and broody one at times cost him relationships and favorable jobs but it wasn't such this time around.

This time he had a well paid job with flexible hours and a friend who was a girl and with lots of benefits. Hence he was, for the first time in his life satisfied, he thought with a genuine smile that was not much a frequent feature of his face, considering his awful past.

But he won't dwell on any of it he grabbed the bag of trash that was pretty heavy after a week's worth of dirt and trash which he had decided to clean an hour ago.

He walked to the building's trash chute and was delightfully amused to find a very cute and shapely butt stuck in the trash chute.

He couldn't help himself and remarked, " Well it's really a shame someone would want to throw away a gorgeous butt like this."

At that moment the woman fell from the chute with a scream and he helped her up.

She pushed him away and he was faced with a ravishing blonde with aquamarine eyes and a very miffed expression on her face. He found her utterly fascinating, her blonde curls framing her face and her pink lips curled up in a semi-pout. With a haughty yet enchanting lift of her brow she asked, "What did you just say?"

"Nothing love. I was just admiring the view." he said and dumped his trash bag in the chute.

The way he said it made her want to punch him in his perfectly handsome face and even then her heart was doing somersaults.

"Admiring the…..who the hell are you?"

"I'm Niklaus Mikealson. I just moved across the hall from you. And you are ?" Before she could say anything else he was holding her hand and was kissing her knuckles.

He grabbed her hand because he knew it would irritate her even more. It did and he felt like laughing.

She snatched her hand away and almost growled, "No one of any interest to you. Mr Mikealson."

"I doubt that. In fact I think you're very interesting Miss trash chute."

"Did you just call me trash chute? How dare you? You're rude."

"Well I wouldn't call you that if I knew your name."

He moved closer and she moved back.

She smiled sweetly at him, "How convenient and rude of you."

"I'd say it's rude of you to call me rude just because I asked your name after you accused me of being rude when I didn't call you by name."

"Mr Mikealson. I'd …"

She was about to launch in a very satisfying tirade when they were interrupted by another British voice this one much more nicer and less… rude.

"Hey….." he said seeming to struggle with her name as he looked at Caroline, "Caroline. Hey Enzo how are you?" she rushed on.

It was her handsome neighbor Lorenzo who had moved down the hall from her six months ago. For these last exciting and tormenting six months she'd had a massive crush on him which had only intensified when she had found out that he was a surgeon and did a lot of charity work for the less fortunate. And though she was privy to every little tidbit about the man of her fantasies he was hardly aware of Caroline's existence.

Caroline fluffed her hair and gave a pretty smile as she made room for him to throw away his trash bag. She and that intensely Niklaus Mikealson were standing facing each other in front of the trash chute.

Enzo dumped his trash gave her one of his courteous smiles and replied, "Ah yes Caroline. I'm good. How are you?"

"Me? I'm … I'm .. you know .. me." she fumbled and he gave her an absent smile again and bid her goodbye. He just gave a cursory what's up nod to Klaus and left.

As soon as Enzo left she made a frustrated sound.

Klaus saw her fluff her hair and bestow that fetching smile on that weirdo down the hall and felt a pang of jealousy like thing which was absolutely ridiculous since he didn't do jealousy and he didn't even know the perky blonde. He rolled his eyes and stated, " You're into that? Oh sorry I forgot you're into trash."

She was really getting pissed off right now. " Again it's nothing of your interest or business. And for your information I am into nice generous guys who aren't rude and call women with insulting names. But clearly it's something above you. Anyway it was absolutely unfortunate to meet you. Goodbye Mr Mikealson." Caroline ranted obviously feeling enraged enough to say those words to him.

Normally she wouldn't even have dreamt about being so nasty to anyone because she was never so confident but somehow that irritable handsome British Mikealson brought out the worst in her.

She hastily turned away before he could utter another word out of that mouth of his. He laughed when she turned away and she wished she had her trash bag in her hand which she could throw at him.

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At night when Caroline finally changed into her comfy pjs and a top. She shook off the thoughts of her new vexatious neighbor which had plagued her all day. He was really an inconsiderate and egoistic ass she thought again and chided herself to stop as she pulled back her covers and lay down. With a shrugging movement of her shoulders and a smile she mentally rid herself of that crass man Mikealson's encounter with her. This was her dreamy-time as she liked to call it.

This was the time when she would let go of all her problems and let her romantic cheesy heart weave fancy dreams of her neighbor down the hall, Enzo she cooed her name in her head and closed her eyes.

His smile flashed in front of her face and she purred like a satisfied cat.

After a few minutes she was in her dreamland. Wearing a blue lace gown with a tiara on her head she waited in her tower for her prince to rescue her. A pair of hooves sounded and the horse neighed. She ran to the wooden door which was locked from outside. With a huge smile and her chest hyperventilating she stood patiently when a moment later just like always her handsome prince Enzo dressed in a traditional suit kicked the door open. He brought out his sword with one hand and with the other pulled her flush against him and said, "Worry not O fair maiden thy suitor is here to rescue thou."

She gave a dramatic sigh and replied , "Oh my Lord how shall I repay thou."

"With a true love's first kiss." he said and then picked her up bridal style his sword back in its sheath.

He carried her out down the stairs and just when he was about to lift her on his horse. Her gown got stuck somewhere and got ripped all the way down in the middle from front. She looked down and could see her knickers. Just then she heard that exasperating familiar laughter. She turned around and saw Klaus Mikealson was leaning against a tree and chewing on an apple. Laughing at her he remarked, "Nice knickers princess."

With a scream that was a Noooooooo she woke up.

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(Meanwhile)

Across the hall another soul was haunted by his dreams. But his dreams weren't romantic or about his life's aspirations they were his nightmares.

The incident of his past, the calamitous event that followed him like a ghost, tormented him more than any physical torture but he was helpless. He was bound and shackled. He could do nothing when the night terrors took over. Just lie there and bear the anguish, subconsciously thinking he deserved every bit of it.

The dark was pitch black, the sirens, the noises and flashes of lights pained him. His legs and arms thrashed. His breath felt choked. The air in his lungs turning to ice and his heart ached as if a giant mountain had been weighing him down. He fought it but what was he fighting he didn't know. He struggled to breathe air, clawing his way out of the nightmare that was suffocating the life out of his body. With a loud gasp he woke up. His breathing was labored, his heartbeat was rabbiting Klaus reached for water on his night stand. Still out of breath he took sips of water and felt his body was drenched in sweat.

He put the glass on the night stand and saw it was 4 am. Getting out of bed still affected by his nightmare he headed for the shower wanting to get rid of the clammy, dirty feeling and wondered when would he be able to wash away his guilt too.

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"Mr Lockwood honestly I've never heard of this kind of condition before." Klaus hooked his hands in his jeans pocket. His wavy blonde hair a little unruly and his white henley stretched taut over his muscular chest. The antique necklaces around his neck further imparted him a look of a tortured artist, which he definitely was, Richard Lockwood guessed.

To Klaus's query he replied, "I know but we have this unique rule. If after your inhabiting here for a month any two of your neighbors give you a good reference than we confirm the legalities of the lease otherwise we give you a month's notice to leave."

"But Mr Lockwood…..." Klaus got up from the chair in the guy's home office.

"Mr Mikealson we had informed your agent of this stipulation beforehand. Please don't make this difficult."

"Fine." Klaus gave in thinking he needed to have words with that imbecile who had shown him this apartment and had not informed him of this clause.

"Good. Now you only have to get a good reference from Miss Young who lives next door to you and Miss Forbes who lives across from you."

"Damn it." Klaus muttered when Caroline's name came up. He hadn't gotten on the right foot with the stunning Miss Forbes. He should definitely kiss his chances of having to live here good bye.

"Is it compulsory that i have to get a good review from these two. I mean can I get someone else to do it?" he asked a little desperately.

"Of course. Those two are your immediate neighbors. If there is a prob.."

"No no Mr Lockwood it isn't. I'm a cordial guy, perfect neighbor. It won't be a problem at all." he shook hands with Mr Lockwood and left cursing his bad luck. Why did he have to think that this time would be different and jinx it? Klaus sighed and closed the door to his landlord's office.

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Caroline was having a good day. Her article was coming along nicely and she hadn't thought about her humiliating meeting with Klaus Mikealson and her dream last night. Well at least not until now.

Her bell rang and with mirth in her step she went to answer the door. Her cheerful hello got lodged in her throat when she saw who it was.

"Hell.." she said and Klaus knew he was right, this was definitely going to be tougher than he thought. The woman had practically greeted her with "hell", but he couldn't resist provoking her because he loved when she got that fire in her eyes and her tone turned all prim.

"I believe it's hello. If I'm not wrong, love?"

"What do you want Mr Mikealson? " In her mind she kept chanting don't get mad, don't get mad, don't get mad because you don't want to give that rodent the satisfaction and jump on his high horse thinking he could easily get you riled up.

"Me. I came to inquire about your health Miss Forbes. I'm just being a good neighbor."

"Good neighbor my ass." then after a small pause added, "Weren't you impolite enough yesterday?" she spat and he laughed. Fine there it was she wasn't strong enough to be nice to an ill mannered brute like him she thought.

"Okay. You caught me. I have a favor to ask." then he took a peek inside, "But first please let me in."

She blocked his view, "No! And whatever…"

"Look please I'll apologize for my behavior yesterday although I still think you misunderstood me and I should not apologize but I will."

"Wow such a well worded apology. I'm in tears." she sassed and he laughed again. He just couldn't believe he had come across such a woman that had managed to make him laugh more than he ever had before, just by getting pissed off at him.

She looked like she about to hit him with something so he schooled his expression and said, "I'm genuinely sorry."

"Hhhhh. What do you want?" she backed away and he entered her living room slash tv lounge slash kitchen which was situated in one corner. There were two doors one on each side of the living room which he guessed led to bedrooms.

"I need you to write me a good reference letter."

"Ohhh. For leasing the apartment Mr Lockwood wants me to give you a good recommendation? I'm sorry but I'm only going to tell the truth. Honestly you are not very…..user friendly." referring to him as a thing rather than a person with a haughty wave of her hand. She was really getting good at witty and confident comebacks she thought to herself.

"How do you know? You haven't even used me love." he winked at her.

It peeved her she grabbed his arm and started shoving him out, "That's it leave. You are disgusting."

"Okay.. I'm sorry. Hey I can help you get that guy you were making moony faces at yesterday." he hurriedly said as she pushing him out of her apartment.

She stopped near her door, " What? You think I can't get a guy like him?"

"You can if I help you. Come on give me a good reference and trust me by the end of the month he'll be your personal whipping boy." he answered.

"You're dis-gus-ting."

"Okay how long have you had a crush on on him? Five months? A year?"

"For your information. He's been here just for six months and I was busy with my job and wri…"

"Yeah yeah. I get it." Klaus then moved to her bedroom.

"Hey where do you think you are going?" she rushed after him. He was already rummaging through her closet. He took out a white top ripped it in the middle of her neckline and threw it at her.

For a moment she was so stunned that she didn't move. Then she caught the top and asked, "Get out of my room and what are you doing with my clothes?"

He looked back once, "Do you have any shorts?"

"Yeah third drawer. Why am I telling you this?" she went to him tried to budge him but it was futile. He then handed her, her denim shorts and stated, "Wear this."

"No! And get out." she snatched the denim out of his hands.

"Look. This is the time that he goes for gyming daily right? I know because I've seen him at the gym across the road a few times. Trust me. I'm a guy I know what guys want and how they think."

She stared at him for a few minutes. "I can not believe I'm taking advice from you." she sighed.

"Good now go wear this with the top I redesigned for you." he smiled.

"Redesign? You moron you ruined my favorite top."

"Really that's your favorite top?" his eyebrows drew together.

"Well third favorite. And you didn't have to rip it's neckline."

"It was imperative for this mission Miss Trash-chute."

"It's Caroline." she bit out.

"Oh thank you for telling me your name."

It was childish but she smacked him.

"What? Now wear it. He'll be out in the hall in a minute."

"Fine." then she gestured for him to go out of the bedroom and he quipped, "Oh come on love there is no need to be modest in front of me I don't judge."

She pushed him out and muttered, "Ass."

Then mumbling about damn British dimpled jerks with obnoxious behavior and crude personalities she put on the top and the shorts. Her red bra stood out like a red flashlight beneath her white top. The neckline was almost ripped all the way down to her abdomen well she was exaggerating a little but the lace on the cups of her bra were very distinctly visible. She had a feeling that her boobs would definitely pop out if she sneezed or coughed. Her long shapely legs were bare and the shorts hardly covered her ass. When was the last time had she worn this pair of shorts she racked her brain but came up clueless.

It was too much revealing for her taste and she felt a little self conscious wearing it. Gingerly she unlocked her bedroom door and went out.

"So your idea of making me get the guy is to look like a hooker?"

She came out wearing the shortest pair of shorts she owned. A white top with a cleavage that made man grateful to god for blessing humans with it and her hair in a ponytail and Klaus felt as if all of his brain cells just got fried.

All his thoughts dropped to his crotch area and he was instantly reminded that he hadn't had sex in a long time, yes last saturday felt like it had been centuries ago.

He knew he would start drooling any minute so he cleared his throat and muttered," You'll do."

He then caught her hand and took her in front of the mirror and let her hair down. His hands were in her hair near her neck. She was looking at him in the mirror and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Standing behind her with her back flush against his chest he could feel the texture of her soft body.

It was somewhat erotic as he played with correction fluffed her hair. His fingers of their own volition caressed side of her neck and her breath hitched. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts was so pure and arousing. Her eyes flickered once with recognition of the desire that was mirrored in his own gaze. She pushed back immediately and asked, "Now what?"

"Come with me. Have faith." he grasped her hand and opening her apartment door stood with her back against the doorframe and pulled her to him so her front was plastered against his hard chest.

Gazing into her eyes deeply he pulled her thigh up and hooked her left leg around his own. His hands grazed her thigh, her soft skin going gooey under his calloused hands. His hand cupped one side of her thigh and ran his thumb back and forth. "He is coming. Now laugh like I told you the joke of the century." his voice felt a little raspy.

She felt a combination of weird stimulating emotions course through her. His eyes were such a different sort of blue she had never seen this shade of blue before.

Klaus was losing his control, the surroundings around him were fading, he was only mindful to her soft lithe body in his arms.

Enzo was about to walk past them but then he stopped.

Klaus murmured, "Call him Jason."

Caroline jolted back to reality she pulled away and Klaus let go. He nudged her lightly and she chimed, "Hi Jason."

Enzo felt a little annoyed that she had called him by some other guys name. "Caroline I'm Enzo." Caroline had to think fast so she made an apologetic face and said, "Oh yeah right where is my brain?" she thumped her forehead and waved her hand at him.

Klaus tucked an arm around her side and kissed her neck, "Who is Jason? Baby."

"Ah no one. Just a friend from work."

Enzo then smiled uncomfortably, "Bye Caroline have a nice day." and to Klaus he added, "You too….."

"Klaus."

"Klaus." Enzo repeated and with one last glance at Caroline while Klaus kept kissing her neck Enzo left.

Once Enzo was out of view she pushed Klaus away. "You moron he probably thinks I'm a slut. Jason? Who's Jason?"

"He is a guy who works with you baby. You're forgetting." Klaus smirked.

"Ughhhh. It's the most stupid plan ever. Go away and I'm done. I'll give you a recommendation based on what I think of you. Good bye." then she slammed the door in his face.

Perfect that Klaus-ass had just turned her happy day into a crappy one.

Klaus sighed at the closed door once and then walked away thinking was it too soon to start packing his bags.

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Her office phone rang when Caroline was furiously typing away at the keyboard. She picked up the receiver and almost yelled, "What?"

"Hi Caroline. This is Enzo." he answered.

"En….Enzo?" Caroline was truly dumbfounded.

He thought she had forgotten about him so he proceeded to remind her, "Yeah your neighbor down the hall. We met yesterday when you were with that Klaus guy."

"Yeah.. yeah .. of course. You called me?" she couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry I took liberty and asked Mr Lockwood for your office number. Is it a bad time?"

"No.. no..no.. It's not." she breathed heavily feeling nervous.

He mistook it for her being with someone, "Is there….. someone with you?"

She laughed, "No. Could you wait?"

"Sure."

Enzo was calling her she didn't know what to do so she dialed Klaus's apartment phone number from her mobile, which Mr Lockwood had given her this morning as an emergency contact. At that time she had snickered at the idea of calling Klaus in case of an emergency but right now universe was like "You thought so."

He picked it up on the second ring, "Hello."

"Klaus. It's Caroline. Enzo just called me what should I do?"

"What did you say to him?"

"Nothing I just breathed into the phone like an asthmatic having an attack and asked him to hold on."

"Well good. He must be thinking you're being a dirty secretary." she could see him smirking in her mind.

"What? I'm not a secretary. Help he is on hold."

"For how long?"

"Twenty seconds."

"Good. Make him wait ten more seconds."

"And then?"

"Hang up."

"What I am not hanging up."

"Hey hang up and don't worry he'll call again."

"What if he doesn't?"

"He will."

She glanced at the phone it had been thirty five seconds now. She blessed herself and hung up the phone.

After ten seconds he called again.

"Oh my god. You're diabolically intuitive he is calling again."

"Pick it up. And call him by my name and say it like you're in love with me." Klaus suggested.

"Hi. Klaus?" she chirped into the receiver of the her office phone held against her right ear while her mobile was against her left ear.

"Ah. No. It's Enzo."

"Enzo?"

"Ask him why he is calling?" Klaus remarked.

"Why are you calling?"

"I was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime." Enzo replied.

"You want to take me out." she repeated for Klaus's benefit and he stated, "Just say Hm. A very noncommittal off the hand Hmm."

"Hmm."

Enzo felt a little frustrated. He hadn't thought Caroline was one of the difficult ones."So how does this Friday sound?"

"This Friday?"she repeated again.

"Tell him you're busy this weekend. But maybe next weekend on Saturday." Klaus responded from the other end.

"But I don't wanna plus he is a doctor he might be busy." she whispered to Klaus.

"Caroline." Klaus warned.

"I'm busy this Friday but maybe next Saturday."

"Sure. Next Saturday. I'll pick you up at 7." Enzo replied and openmouthed she stared at the phone as he hung up.

She then squealed and said to Klaus, "I'm going on a date next Saturday. Yessss!"

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She was now at Klaus's apartment and she had squealed for the fifth time. It was adorable and she looked so beautiful in work clothes an olive green jacket and a skirt, Klaus thought.

"I have a date on Saturday. Yesssss!" then she started doing a weird version of running man. He laughed as he made coffee for them both while they stood in his kitchen.

"What is that?"

She stopped and he felt she shouldn't have interrupted her, he liked her version of running man.

"That thing you were doing."

"I was dancing." she moved to the kitchen island and sat on a stool.

"Whatever it is.."

"It's lame. I know. But you my friend just got yourself a very happy neighbor. I'm gonna write you the best damn recommendation ever. Richard is gonna lease it to you for the rest of your life."

"Thank you." Klaus replied enchanted by the joy on her face.

She smiled and extended her hand, "So it's a deal."

He felt a little hesitant and maybe that earlier pang of jealousy too but before he could cross examine it he clasped her hand, "It's a done deal Miss Trash-chute."

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