Chapter 2

Thanks for the reviews, story alerts and fave stories for my last chapter. Sorry it took so long, school and exams and just writer's block. Hope this one doesn't disappoint. There is a reference to an interview that Steven was in (I know I'm obsessed) so type in YouTube and then /watch?v=vrA9edtWrjE&feature=feedlik and at around 0:43 he will take out his 'thinking pen'. So hope you enjoy it! My top projects at the moment is this and Elena's Despair so sorry if they take a while to update.

After a few minutes, I take the piece of paper and tear it up. Sighing, I put the pieces in the bin and reluctantly go downstairs. He looks up from a magazine he's reading, grins and pats the empty space next to him on the sofa. I roll my eyes but sit down anyway.

"So what made you change your mind?" He asks and looks back at the magazine.

"I haven't changed my mind about anything I just figured it's my house so I'm not staying in my room all day." I scowl and try to be mad at him but it's hard when he's still doing that cute smile… no not cute smile…

"Aww so my master plan didn't work." He takes a pen out from behind his ear and pokes me. I frown and remember something.

"Where the hell did that pen come from?" I laugh, quoting Michael Trevino in an interview I saw. He puts the magazine down and raises his eyebrows at me.

"This is my thinking pen," He pokes me with the pen again. "And you're trying to replace Michael now?"

"The werewolf is so much cooler than the guy who keeps getting killed and being brought back." I laugh and say to myself: I may as well relax there's no way I'm marrying him, at least not for a while anyway…

"That hurts, Kayla." He crosses his arms and looks away from me with a small smile on his face. I know he's joking so I take his magazine back off the table. It has Nina Dobrev, Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley on the cover. I see he's circled the date when season 3 starts. He has to be back in America soon. I'll have to go as well. That realisation makes me go pale and get tears in my eyes. He wipes my tears away and puts a hand on my shoulder. I don't move.

"We don't have to leave for a while… but we will have to sometime." I grimace when he says that and look at him.

"I don't want to go. You can't make me go, you can't me marry you… anything!" I don't know what I'm saying now, my words jumble in my head and I'm confused. He sighs and puts his arm around me.

"Just relax Kayla. We'll sort it out tomorrow… you're obviously tired... so sleep." He whispers in my ear. I close my eyes and pretend to be more tired than I actually am. I feel him shift and next thing I know he's wrapping a blanket around me. "It'll be ok…" I let out a small sigh and let myself fall asleep. Tomorrow I will make sure everything goes back to normal.