"Wake up," Caroline frowned as Klaus slept nicely on the bed in the motel. "She shrugged and pushed him off the bed, waking him instantly. She held back a bit of laughter at his face when he stood up. "Come on, it's past five. I know you're thousands of years old, but you don't need to go to bed this early."

"On the contrary, Caroline, maybe I too need beauty sleep." Her eyebrows raised as she smiled, walking into the bathroom. "Put a swimsuit on." Confused, and slightly alarmed. Caroline, leaving him speechless, came out a few minutes later with a bikini on. Seeing this, she looked down at herself, "What? What's wrong?"

Klaus shook his head quickly, "Nothing, love," he bit back amusement at her implication, "you look extraordinary in such a loss of clothing." Caroline threw something at him-a bar of soap-as she glared hard at him. She rolled her eyes and put shorts and a shirt on. "Get dressed, this is vacation. There's a pool party less a mile away." He smirked at her, and heard Caroline mutter a profanity under her breath.

Upon arriving, they were greeted by a man-he looked like he was in his late twenties and had good looks going for him nicely. "Hi, i'm Owen. My friend, Josh is hosting the party. You are?" He acted as if Klaus weren't there, speaking and looking directly at Caroline as he took her hand for a shake. "Hi!" She greeted back, "Me and Klaus heard there was going to be a huge party. Is it as fun as they say?" Sparing a glance of despair at Klaus, he nodded and let them through.

Klaus made a noise of jealousy, which Caroline so eagerly ignored. "I see someone's making friends," he said to her as they strolled through the large house, passing through loads of people enjoying themselves-and the drinks. "What do you mean?" Caroline scoffed. He gave her a look of suggestion. That was the second time she'd rolled her eyes that day.

Caroling tried to snap a photo of the party, to send to her best friends, but didn't quite want to catch two people making out and some of the guests in a competition of who can strip the fastest. "Go on, I dare you." Klaus said, annoying and confusing her all the same, which she gladly showed him on her expression. "Swim, that's why you came."

"I came to get you out of bed and mingle. Which, seems lagging, because I don't want to have a massive hang over in the morning." Klaus took her phone, ignoring her protests and gently tugged her closer to the pool. "What are you do-"

Caroline felt the cool relief of water against her skin, as she splashed under water. Others cheered and laughed, the couple on the other end even giving her a quick glance of anger-being splashed on. "What the hell?!" She managed to choke out between hers and another splash of water. Klaus had taken his shirt off-something she hadn't realized and forced herself not to look at, despite the interest it peaked-and done a cannonball into the water himself.

"Loosen up, love!" He chuckled. "I dare you." She almost hated it when he used lines he'd used on her in Mystic Falls. Reminders of past feelings-and denied, possibly present ones-made her irritated. "Oh, wow. Past references, so unpredictable," she said mockingly but couldn't help the involuntary smile that creeped up on her. Diving under, she swam closer to Klaus, and when she resurfaced it seemed he was engaged in a conversation with the man who greeted them-Owen?

There was the grin Klaus had only when he was sure he was going to win something-that arrogant and fickle grin that told her something was going to happen.

"Caroline! It appears you have an admirer. And willing to challenge me, at that." He smiled, but there was a darkened source-unreadable to Caroline-in his eyes. "Owen has insisted we see who is more honorable of being in your presence." She looked between him and Owen, currently climbing into the water, with a worried look. "Klaus…" she started warily, almost warningly. Please, please, please tell me it's not a fight…

"Whoever stays underwater longer," Owen winked at Caroline, "gets to be your date."

"I think that's my decision," she protested, though the competition was harmless, she felt the need to defend her own. Klaus smiled at her, "Yes, of course, but there's no harm in this, is there?" Seeing Owen's stubborn look and Klaus' look-she was well aware he was going to talk her into this one way or another-she gave in.

"As long as no one gets hurt." She shot Klaus a look, Owen asked why anyone would get hurt, but then 'cooly' said he at least wouldn't be. As if he could take Klaus in a fight, she thought, almost with pride. Standing back, Caroline watched as they both dunked themselves under water. They'd agreed whoever came up first lost-obviously-and that holding onto anything and coming up and going back under would automatically make the other a winner. Carolin thought this was a much better way of handling these things, almost like kids, but at least it wasn't fighting to the death-as Klaus might have taken it.

It went past thirty seconds, impressing Caroline that Owen could stay under so long, when the man came up. He took in breaths, smirking at Caroline before it dropped when he saw Klaus was still under. Klaus had his eyes closed, a face in concentration, his features softer than when the competition was announced. Sighing, she patted Own on the shoulder, "You really had no chance. He could stay under for awhile. Sorry." He huffed, before swimming away and going inside with a drink in his hand. She rested back against the pool walls, grinning softly.

As if on cure-probably listening to Owen's breathing and resurfacing-Klaus came up quietly, running his hand to push back his dark hair. His dark blue eyes resting their gaze on her, and Caroline just shook her head with amusement. The water was deep enough even he had to swim, and he did so smoothly. "Caroline Forbes," he announced loudly, "I am the winner of the rightful place next to you. Do you take me as your date for the night?"

Their eyes were glued to each others, and it was enough that everyone could practically see the sexual tension between them. "Uh," her throat was dry, and that attractive and wonderful smirk on his lips caught her in their web. He probably hadn't a clue just what he did with such movement, so easily done with no effort. He looked expectant, and others watched the loud scene, Caroline felt caught in a web. How ironic, she thought, here she was supposed to say yes and go with him, but back home she has to hate him and hope for his ruins. "Yes," Caroline laughed at herself for how loud she'd been. But it was effortlessly waved away by Klaus movement next to her, kissing her cheek and whispering, "What an honor," in her ear.

Finally, though, she got to take that photo to send to Bonnie and Elena of the party.