A/N: Hello lovelies! Here's the next chapter!

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and we could be together, baby

as long as skies are blue

"How come you haven't learned ballroom dancing?" Klaus asked as he pulled her close and into a twirl. "I'll learn it before I become a candidate in the Miss Mystic Falls peagant, which you can only take part in if you're a Junior in High School. That's still a bit more than a year away for me." She explained, concentrating on not stepping onto Klaus' feet, doing the right thing and talking in logical coherent sentences.
"I'm still not over you being fifteen." He mumbled before he told her to look at him, not their feet. She huffed before she met his eyes. "How am I supposed to see if I'm doing it right if I'm not allowed to look?", she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. They currently were at the Mikaelsons' and Klaus cleared the floor of his studio to teach her dancing. "You can dance the Waltz and the Viennese Waltz, I dare to doubt that you were allowed to look at your feet when you learned to dance those." He said, smiling at her. She gave him a look.
"I learned those when my best friends and I were drunk the first time and decided that it would be fun to teach ourselves how to Waltz. Twirling around wasn't the best of ideas but the moves stuck either way." She told him dryly causing him to laugh. He quickly made a straight face, but a smile still tugged at the corners of his lips. "The first time my friends and I were drunk we thought that it was a good idea to drive bicycle's to get more alcohol. We were loud and really uncoordinated, our neighbors didn't appreciate us singing 'We Will Rock You' very much." He revealed to her in return, causing her to smile. "I can totally picture you drunk driving a bicycle while singing." She said, her smile deepening. "Can you even sing?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Not when I'm drunk." He replied, causing her to giggle. Suddenly the song they danced to came to a stop and Klaus stopped them as well, taking a small step back. "You didn't look at your feet and you didn't step on mine. Well done." He said, smirking at her. "You sneaky bastard." She said smiling at him with playfully narrowed eyes. "What are you gonna do?", he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Oh, I'm going to punish you. You were a bad, bad boy." She said as she slowly walked towards him. He played along, walking backwards until his legs hit the couch and he slumped down on it. Caroline caged him by sitting down on his lap. She leaned in, her lips brushing his cheek before her hot breath hit his ear. "A really bad boy.", she whispered, causing him to shiver. She felt his hand on her waist as her lips graced his skin, following the stubbly line of his jaw to his lips. Her eyes fluttered close when she locked lips with him, their bodies melting against each other at the sensation of heat spreading in their bodies.

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"Tell me about your High School times." Caroline mumbled as she and Klaus lay on his king size bed, her head resting on his lap as he leaned against the headboard. He played with her long golden strands as he smiled in recognition, zoning out a bit before their gazes locked. "I always got into trouble." He said, causing her to smile up at him. "Not that I expected anything else." She admitted.
"My whole family is so…posh. Everything is just how it is supposed to be in the British Upper Class. Mikael has his own successful company and my mother works for the government, she's mainly responsible for everything concerning charity, especially events and stuff like that. She keeps the good image of the Royal family up by involving them in charity, basically. Therefore Mikael and my mother were keen on keeping the perfect image. My sister, Rebekah, is their only daughter and she's the perfect girl for the press but a horrible brat behind closed doors. My elder brothers are horribly dull and boring, the eldest one is going to take over Mikael's business someday and the other one is a lawyer." He told her, his gaze drifting away as he talked about his family. "And then there are my younger brothers, for whom I'm supposed to be a role model, but honestly? I was just never good at that. I got kicked out of the private school so my parents sent me to boarding school, Eton it was, don't know if you know it." Klaus continued, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. She nodded.
"A friend of mine went there as too." She replied, smiling at him. He nodded before he resumed to tell her about his teenage years.
"It was bloody boring, but I met a guy there who was pretty much as bad as I was and we became friends and caused a lot of trouble together, got almost kicked out of Eton several times, and it's really hard to get kicked out of Eton." Caroline shook her head at him, smiling as he curled one of her still damp strands by wrapping it around his finger. They were out when it started to pour earlier that day and decided to stay in at his' because they were closer to the mansion when the downpour started.
"What exactly did you do?" Caroline asked him, tilting her head slightly. He smirked down at her before he answered. "It's a long list, I'm afraid. Partied, got drunk a bit too often, took part in illegal races, stole, break and entering, was in bars I wasn't supposed to be at, brought way too many girls home that my mother and Mikael hated and so on." He said, his smirk deepening when Caroline bit her lower lip, her pupils dilating at the mere thought of Klaus taking part in races. "Like I said, black sheep of the family. Not only because of my bad behavior, but also because I'm the result of an affair my mother had with Mikael's ex business partner. He always hated me." He said, his voice lowering remarkably. Caroline felt his hands stilling in her hair, so she cautiously freed the strands and sat up, taking his hands into hers as she sat down on his lap.
"That sucks." She said lowly, searching his look, trying to get him to look at her. He did after a while, his look hard and cold, his lips pressed into a thin line. He took a deep breath before his look softened. "Sorry." He whispered hoarsely. Caroline shook her head, pecking his lips softly, telling him that it was alright.

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"How have I never been here before?" Klaus asked as he sat down next to Caroline. They were at the place at the Thames she recently discovered. "I don't know, but I love this place. It's hidden and green and the air is so…I don't know how to describe it." Caroline said, looking at the passing boats full of tourists on the river.
"I get it." He said, smiling at her. They sat next to each other in complete silence. They heard the birds chirping, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and even the faint sound of the busy streets, which seemed to be far away. They sat on a blanket Caroline took along and Klaus suggested to go get some food, simply because he was hungry. He didn't expect food to be such a good idea. "Hungry?" He asked, fishing for the paper bag which contained some croissants with different stuffing.
"God, yes." Caroline said, turning towards him. He smiled and shook his head at her enthusiasm. "You don't have to call me god, love." He said, winking at her. She rolled her eyes as he took one croissant and popped a piece of it into his mouth before he gave Caroline the bag to choose one. She tilted her head as she looked into the bag before she took one which's ends were coated in a thin layer of dark chocolate. She bit one chocolate covered end off and moaned at the taste. The croissants were still warm and the chocolate melted in her mouth.
"This is delicious." She mumbled, as she laid back down, squinting into the bright blue sky. She tilted her head to look at Klaus and caught him staring at her with slightly parted lips. She could barely make out his features against the brightness of the sky and the clouds behind him, but she did recognize the way he stared at her, his whole body language.
"Caroline." He mumbled as a smirk spread on his lips. "But the croissant." She mumbled, taking another bite, suppressing another sound of joy at the taste of it. "Screw the croissant, there are more where this came from." He said, smirking as he took her hand and tugged her up to sit. He sat down behind her, positioning his legs around hers' as he pushed her hair over one of her shoulders. She froze as she felt his lips against the end of her spine, peppering light kisses over her shoulder and in the crook of her neck. She sighed and relaxed into the kisses. He nibbled at the heated skin, coaxing a moan out of her by biting her softly. Caroline turned around and caught his' lips with hers. He repositioned her to sit on his lap as they kissed heatedly, the sexual tension thick. Caroline retreated to catch air and looked at him with slightly hooded eyes. "Good make out place as well." She said, getting him to laugh.

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"Katherine", Caroline squealed loudly when she picked up her phone, a gigantic smile plastered across her features. "Care bear! You sound fine and not bored and unhappy at all. What's going on?" She asked, her voice suggestive. Caroline giggled.
"I met this guy, he's awesome and hot and a bad boy and obviously british, he goes to College where he studies art and … did I mention awesome already?" The blonde asked, stretching out on her bed. Her and Klaus would meet later today, he told her that he would meet up with a friend of his' before. "How old is he?" Katherine asked, sounding slightly surprised that her sweet, bubbly best friend would hook up with a man who was in college. "He's 20.", Caroline mumbled, biting her lower lip.
"Oh my. Well does he at least treat you like a lady?" Katherine asked as her voice got this protective and slightly possessive vibe. "He does, Kat. I'm so happy right now." The blonde sighed, smiling up at the fairy lights which were up above her. "As long as he doesn't hurt you I'm happy for you." The brunette on the other end of the line replied, giggling at Caroline's squeal.

"Hey Care.", Klaus said, smiling at her as soon as he saw her in the doorway of the apartment complex her father lived in.
"Hey." She said, smiling at him. She walked towards him and his Harley, her long blonde ponytail whipping from side to side with each step she took. Caroline was about to embrace him when she noticed that something was off. He made no move towards her so she stopped herself from leaning towards him last second. He averted her gaze as he leaned against his bike. "What's up?", the blonde asked, he brow furrowed in worry. Klaus sighed as he ruffled through his hair, finally making eye contact.
"We have to stop this. Seeing each other." He said, causing her to raise her eyebrows. The blonde quickly rose her composure to not let him see the way his words hurt her.
"I really like you, Caroline. But I cannot let this go any further. You like me a lot lore than I like you and…you're fifteen and I'm twenty, it's too much of an age gap." He said, smiling apologetically as she felt her heart breaking. She liked him, she fell hard for him, head over heels in those last days – he was right about her feeling more. She already assumed that it would be over with her going back to Mystic Falls, but she didn't expect him to break up with her…or well, whatever this was. Instead of crying and screaming and breaking down she smiled, masking her emotions perfectly, just like she used to whenever her parents would fight before they got divorced, just like she did whenever someone insulted her or treated her like she was a stupid little doll.
"I totally get it." She said, the smile hurting because she had to fight to keep it on.
"I'm sorry, Care." He said, smiling sadly as he pecked her cheek before he retreated and put his helmet on.
"It's fine." She lied in a soft whisper, scared that her voice would break if she dared to speak any louder. She wanted to punch him and scream at him that only her friends were allowed to use her nickname and that he was an asshole and an idiot and that she fell for him and that he definitely wasn't one of her friends right now; but she didn't. Instead she raised her hand slightly and wove at him as he fastened his helmet and gave her a quick smile. She lowered her hand as she watched him vanishing in the busy London traffic, the smile disappearing and making place for streams of hot tears.