A/N - Hello again. Okay so I realize quite a few of characters are a little OOC but since it's and AU I thought I'd have fun with it and I'm doing my best to keep at least Stefan and Caroline in character since they are who this story is about.

I've gotten a pretty positive response to this story so far, so I'm going to continue writing whenever I get a chance. As you may have noticed, I'm a fan of short chapters. I tend to write smaller chapters so I can get them posted faster.

Please leave a review letting me know what you think and if you have any suggestions I'm always looking for good ideas.

Tyler leaned against one of the posts in the parking lot. Their parents were still signing the papers for their rental car and had asked them to go wait outside. Stefan didn't really mind. It was a nice day out and it gave him a moment to breathe in the fresh air and write a few words in his journal.

Tyler, on the other hand, hated the wait. "Why can't they just hurry up?" He whined, pacing back and forth pointlessly. "This is taking so long."

Stefan finished his sentence and looked up from what he had been writing. "Maybe they're just trying to take as long as they can to put off dealing with you."

Tyler stopped pacing and glared at his brother.

Stefan shrugged. "Where do you want to go anyway?"

Tyler rolled his eyes, exasperated he had to explain this to his brother again. "Because." He said, drawing out the word, "I want to go find Caroline Forbes."

Stefan sighed and shook his head. "You realized this is a huge city. The chances that you will actually find her are pretty slim."

"Actually," Tyler said, a spark in his eyes as he began pacing again, "Thanks to social media I know practically everywhere she hangs out and when she will be there."

Stefan looked back down at his journal, placing his pen on the next line. "Okay, fine." He said. He sank back into writing before adding, "You won't be able to get anywhere anyway."

"What?" Tyler yelled, stopping his pacing again. "What do you mean?"

Stefan lifted his finger to point at a sign behind his brother without even lifting his eyes from his journal.

Tyler spun around. "No drivers of rental cars under the age of 25." He spun back to Stefan. "No. No, this is a disaster!"

The doorbell rang out through the house. "That's probably him!" Caroline's mother yelled as she rushed towards the door. She pulled the door open, greeting the visitor with a huge smile. "Alaric!" She said. "How nice to finally meet you."

He nodded politely and stepped inside the superstar's house. "You must be Liz, Caroline's mother slash manager."

She shook his hand after closing the door behind him. "That would be me."

Caroline came down the stairs, smiling at their visitor. "Hello."

Liz turned to her daughter and said, "Honey, this is Mr. Saltzman. He's here to talk to you about that possible movie deal I told you about."

Caroline nodded with a smile and the three of them moved into the living room to sit down.

Alaric sat with his hands clasped, his expression unreadable. The Forbes woman sat opposite him, remaining silent. Finally, he spoke. "Miss Forbes," He addressed Caroline. "I have been watching you, and to be honest, I like what I see." Caroline felt a smile creep onto her face. She hadn't been expecting him to complement her like that right off the bat. "I think you have a lot of talent. You can obviously sing and perform and you already deal with fame, so that won't be an issue." Caroline's smile grew wider and she began fidgeting with the fringe of the cute top she had picked out for the day.

"But," Alaric continued and Caroline felt her heart fall into her stomach. The word but was not a good sign. "Most of the other producers don't necessarily agree with me." She realized she was biting her lip and purposely closed her mouth so she would stop. Alaric pulled a few magazines out of his pocket and placed on the table in front of them. On the covers of each magazine was a picture of her. One was a picture of her kissing Damon, another had her hand in the foreground as she tried to push the camera away. Alaric gestured to the pictures. "I'm afraid most of my colleagues only see the spoiled rich girl who only cares about what boyfriend she has and how her hair looks in photos."

Liz jumped in, "But, sir, you know how those papers try to make her look bad."

Alaric nodded. "Yes, I know, but it doesn't matter." He turned towards Caroline. "If you're serious about doing this movie, then I need you to keep your face out of the papers for a few days. At least until I can convince the others you are perfect for this role."

Caroline nodded. "Okay. I can do that."

Alaric smiled for the first time during his whole visit. "Then I guess we have a deal."