Bekah pulled Stefan through the school park. The loud music still thumped from the inside. Stefan was glad to be outside; it was so much cooler outside than inside. All the sweaty bodies gyrating made Stefan feel motion sick, just seeing them move back and forth was nauseating.

Bekah jumped up on a swing. She tucked a stray hair behind her hair and grinned at Stefan. She kicked her legs back and forth on the swing. "I found it better outside."

Stefan pushed her from behind, watching her blonde hair fly in the breeze as she flew. "It's definitely much quieter," Stefan agreed. He found it easier to talk to Bekah now. He didn't just consider her as Elijah's sister, he considered her actually a friend. "I almost don't want to go back in.

Bekah flew off the swing and landed perfectly on two legs. She turned around and stuck her hands on her hips while supporting a goofy expression. "Well..." she paused.

"Well, what?" Stefan asked suspiciously. He was shocked to see that she had managed to swing out so gracefully. It almost didn't seem human.

She walked closer to him. "Well, we could go get something to eat."

"They have food inside though if you're hungry." Stefan replied kindly, gesturing to the school that was a few feet away from where they were on the park.

Bekah nudged him playfully. "I know there's food inside, dummy." She paused to laugh. "This is me asking you out. Asking you to go somewhere where I can actually get to know you."

Stefan blushed. Was she flirting with him? "A-are you asking me out on a date?"

Bekah rolled her eyes. "We're already out on a date, genius. We would just be going somewhere more private."

"Well, I say we go get some food then." He agreed, trying to appear confident.

Bekah grinned, which made Stefan's confidence seem believable. "That's the spirit!"


Being careful to try to not disturb Elena, Damon untangled himself from her sleeping form. Prom was probably over by now. Damon however, had enjoyed this much more than some silly dance. He and Elena hadn't done anything sexual; they had just spent most of the night talking. Elena had fallen asleep mid sentence a while ago leaving Damon without anything to do but watch her sleep, not in a creepy way of course.

"Damon?" Elena murmured his name in her sleep and flipped over.

Damon smiled.

About thirty-six minutes later, Elena stirred and woke up. Damon ran his hands through her hair. "Good morning," he said.

Elena opened her eyes and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for letting me sleep, I appreciate it."

"It's no problem. Plus it was kind of nice and soothing to watch you sleep." Damon told her. "You snore really loud." He laughed.

"You watched me sleep?" She raised a brow. "Hopefully I didn't say anything too embarrassing..." She trailed off with a sheepish look.

Damon stroked her cheek. "Nope nothing," he said, making sure to leave out the fact that she had said his name in the sleep. That had to mean something right? Or was he just overreacting?

Elena's stomach grumbled.

"Do you wanna go downstairs to get something to eat? My brother isn't home yet so we have lots of time to ourselves." Damon asked, showing consideration for her grumbling stomach.

"I'd love that," she replied. "Oh and your brother is a total dweeb, I don't know why Bekah wanted to hang out with him at the dance."

Damon frowned. "You know I don't like it when you make fun of my brother."

With a sigh, Elena leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. "You're right, I'm sorry. To be honest I guess I was just jealous that Bekah didn't want to hang out with me." She told him, looking away. "I thought she'd want to hang with me since this is our last year of high school."

"She's your best friend, it will be fine, I promise." He assured her. "Besides, you didn't see me upset that you didn't want to talk to me at the dance." He fake pouted.

"I promise I'll tell my friends soon about us. I'm just waiting for the right time." Elena lied. To be honest, she was nervous about telling people about their relationship. She was a senior and he was a sophomore, people would just think it was weird, especially since she just broke up with Tyler, which Damon thankfully knew about. Not too much, Damon wasn't the most popular guy in school. Elena had only ever dated jocks before and Damon definitely didn't fall in that category.

"The right time is anytime." With a smirk, he pinned her down, putting her arms up above her head in a playful manner.

She moved up her face to kiss him.

"I love you." Damon told her.

Elena's heart thumped quicker. She realized, she loved him too which made her scared.


Caroline unlocked the door and stepped inside her house. She called out to her mother that she was home before going up to her bedroom.

Changing out of her prom clothes, Caroline put on a pair of sweats and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She went over to her bedside table to charge her phone. A voicemail from Tyler appeared on her phone but she deleted it without even listening to it. Tyler was old news and he showed he obviously didn't care for her by how rough he was before.

A sound at Caroline's window pulled her out of her thoughts. She went over and opened it, seeing a familiar face outside. "Klaus, is that you?" She whisper-shouted down to him, afraid her mother would hear.

She saw him grin. "I'm sorry to bother you but I found something of yours from before." Klaus told her and held up a silver bracelet for her to see.

Caroline gasped; she hadn't even noticed it had been missing. It was so special to her because it was the last gift she received from her dad before he died. "Thank you so much, oh my god."

"It's no problem. I found stuck onto my jacket." He said. "I figured it was probably yours so I asked around to see where you lived. I hope that isn't creepy." He added, looking nervous.

Caroline waved her hand. "It's fine, really. I'm actually so thankful." She paused for a moment, both of them staring at each other. "W-would you like to come up? There's a tree you can probably climb." She gestured to an oak tree near her window. "My mom is the sheriff of the town so she'd probably get suspicious if she found a boy coming up my stairs."

"Uh sure," he said as he eyed the tree up and down. With a swift motion, he climbed up her tree and jumped forward into her room from the window. His body rolled and he hit his head on the end of her bed.

Thankfully it hadn't made too much of a noise so her mother didn't hear.

Caroline gasped and pressed a hand to his head. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

Klaus held her hand on his head, as Caroline blushed. Klaus was too disoriented to even notice the fact that Caroline was red. "It's alright, I'm okay."

"Do you need ice or something?" Her voice was concerned.

Klaus gently moved her hand off his head and placed it on her lap. "I'm fine, really." He reached into his pocket to get out the bracelet.

"Thank you, Klaus."

He clasped the bracelet around her wrist, noticing the engraving on the inside. 'With love, from Dad,' it read. "Your dad got this for you?" He looked up, meeting her eyes.

Caroline had to admit, he had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen. They weren't quite blue, but they had flecks of gold in them. "Y-yes, before he died."

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that, Caroline." He said sincerely. His hand reached out to trace light circles on her wrist, he wasn't even aware.

"It happened three years ago, it's been a long time now. It's fine." She whispered and looked away, tears started to form in her eyes.

Klaus moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her body, embracing her in a hug as she wept softly.

They said nothing for the next while, just Klaus holding Caroline as tears fell from her eyes.

He traced circles on her back and she shivered. "Are you cold?" He pulled away to take off his jacket and then wrap it around her shoulders.

Caroline thanked him. She inhaled deeply, his jacket smelling of the forest along with a salty ocean scent to it. It was safe to say he smelled great.

"Do you want me to leave? So you can be alone?" Klaus asked, secretly not wanting to leave.

Caroline shook her head and grabbed his wrist. "I know we just met, but I'd love it if you stayed."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he replied with a small smile.

She smiled back.


Stefan laughed as Bekah told a funny story about her siblings. He hadn't ever noticed it before, but she was so much more than just a pretty face, she actually had a personality. She was hilarious and fun to be around. He felt as if he had known her his whole life.

"And then I slapped him," Bekah dead-panned, talking about her brother, Klaus.

Stefan burst out into laughter, choking nearly on his milk. He coughed and Bekah looked worried, placing a hand on his back.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked, with wide eyes.

Stefan nodded to signal he was fine. "Yes, yes. That was just hilarious." He laughed again, thinking of her story. "Who knew Rebekah Mikaelson was so funny?"

Bekah smiled. "Well, I'm not sure my brother would agree with you, but thank you anyway."

"Screw him, I think you're great." Stefan assured her, smiling back.

Bekah looked at him and said, "I've never met anyone like you before, Stefan."

Stefan's face reddened and he looked down at the red chekered table cloth. They had ate and finished from what seemed like ages ago. "Is that a bad thing or good thing?"

Bekah took his hand in hers. "It's a great thing, trust me."

Stefan had never met a girl like Bekah either before, but that was probably because he didn't have much experience with girls in general. "Would you like to come to my house and watch Pirates of the Carribean?"

Her eyes lit up with glee. "How'd you know that was my favourite movie?"

Stefan shrugged playfully. "I don't know, I guess I listen really well."

"It seems we've really been talking for a long time that I forget the stuff that I said." Bekah said with a sheepish look on her face.

Stefan squeezed her hand. "So, is that a yes?"

Bekah stood up, with his hand and hers. "Oh, it's a hell yes."


Elena collapsed on top of Damon, breathless. He rolled her off his sweaty body and pulled her into his arms. She clung to him and draped a leg over his.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" She whispered in his ear before kissing him.

"It was much better." He replied with a smirk.

Elena giggled as he squeezed her butt. "Well, I'm glad to hear that."

The pair wrestled around on Damon's bed before a noise at the front door shocked them out of their playfulness.

"Who's that?" Elena asked, as she reached for her dress to put on.

Damon pulled on his pants. "It's probably just Stefan."

Elena gestured to the window. "I should probably get going then..."

"No, no, no. You are not going home through my window." He brought her out of his bedroom. "I think it's time you met my brother."

With a sigh, Elena walked downstairs with him. "You're probably right."

"I'm always right," Damon joked.

Elena nudged him and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, Stef." Damon started into the living room but was caught off by the sight of Stefan wrapped in an embrace with Rebekah Mikaelson.

Stefan and Bekah pulled away from each other. Rebekah looked like a deer stuck in the headlights.

"Beks?" Elena asked, looking shocked to see her best friend in the arms of Stefan. "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you why you're here?" Bekah said in turn.

Elena blushed as Damon answered, "we're dating." He reached out to grab Elena's hand but she jolted away.

"I need to go," Elena murmured without even saying goodbye. She walked out the door and slammed it, leaving Damon, Bekah and Stefan shocked.

"Um-" Stefan started to say but Bekah cut him off. "I'll be right back. I need to go see if she's okay." She walked out the door as well.

Stefan looked at Damon with a hard look. "Seriously, Damon? Elena Gilbert?" He spat out.

"Listen, I know she hasn't been the nicest person to you, but I love-" Damon didn't get to finish his sentence as Stefan cut him off by leaving and rushing up the stairs.

What had he done?