"So what now?" Bonnie asked. The girls were getting ready for a date they had planned together the following day. Last night had been almost a complete waste. No, scratch that, it had been time wasted that made everything worse!

"I don't know," Caroline admitted as she pulled a scarf around her neck in front of her mirror. "At least we know that Tyler isn't in the house," she tried to make the whole situation a little better.

Bonnie pulled on a sweater and straightened herself out with in a different mirror as she replied, "Yeah, but now you're Klaus' girlfriend!" like it was the sickest thing in the world.

"Thank you, Bonnie. Try to make it sound repulsive!" Caroline snapped back, instantly in a bad mood whenever the thought of being Klaus' girlfriend ever crossed her mind.

"I'm sorry, but it is! He's a mass murderer. There is no possible way anyone can date him and not sound disgusting." Bonnie came up from behind Caroline and watched her as she put on earrings.

Caroline stopped what she was doing and sighed as she looked around the room in despair. "I know," she said pitifully.

Bonnie laughed and looked at the time. "Alright, we've got to get going. You deal with your Klaus issues later," she informed her as she picked up her purse and headed for the door. Caroline gathered her things as well and stood to follow her friend.

On her way out of her bedroom door, there was a vibration in her pocket. She pulled her phone out to see that she had a text from a number that wasn't in her contacts. Throwing caution to the wind, she opened it and read:

Have a good day, sweetheart.

She groaned out loud and hit the reply button with force and anger.

I'm your girlfriend. Not your wife.

Feeling like her phone was germ infested, she tossed it back into her room, not even caring about all the missed calls and texts she would get for the rest of the day.

"Mom, really, I feel fine," Caroline tried to convince her mother. It was around eight o'clock, and Caroline had gotten home around half an hour ago, hungry. She and her mother had sat down for dinner, but a salad wasn't going to do anything for the craving she was having now. She just needed to go to her room so she could sneak out the window and go get some real food.

She had started to turn a little pale, so her mother was concerned she was sick.

"Are you sure you won't need anything?" he mother called from downstairs. Sure her mother knew she was a vampire, but she still didn't fully think about that fact before she got all motherly.

"I'm sure," Caroline replied as she trudged up the stairs to her room.

"If you need anything, just yell," her mother insisted.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled back.

Once she was in her bedroom, safe and sound, she dropped everything she was carrying on her bed and rushed to the window. She, too, had recently had to switch to the Stefan diet. When she first became a vampire, she was accidentally feeding on humans, and then Stefan helped her with blood bags and animals. But after about six months, there was this one boy, one she found very attractive, and she couldn't help herself. She didn't kill him, but she almost did.

And that's when Stefan got incredibly upset with her and started giving her the silent treatment. And so far, it was working. Therefore, the Stefan diet, as Damon calls it.

When Caroline came back into her room she was tired. But at least she was fed and content for the time being. She sighed and walked over to her closet, pulling off her scarf and jacket to hang them up together. She kicked off her shoes and yawned as she headed for her bed. She pulled back the covers and pulled some of the pillows down so she could lay completely flat on them.

Her pajamas were already in her bathroom, all she had to do was slip them on and then brush her teeth. After she finished, she walked back to her room. She looked up and jumped suddenly at the sight of Klaus standing right outside her window.

She almost yelped, but was able to keep it back. She stared at him for a while, registering what was going on. He just stared back with a patient look. She gave him a disbelieved look and stumbled over to the window.

"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed as she opened the window.

Klaus tilted his head. "Hello to you, too." Caroline gave him an annoyed look, disappointed that she didn't expect him to say something like that. "May I come in?" Klaus asked.

Caroline looked at him smartly. "No, Klaus. You can't." She smirked at him.

Klaus, not listening to what she had said, pushed the window all the way open and climbed over the rim and jumped into the room with confidence.

"I said no!" Caroline reminded him. He turned to look down at her as she scowled from his arm.

"Yes, but I was just being polite. I intended to come in no matter what you said," he informed her with a smug grin.

Caroline rolled her eyes, shut her window, and walked away from him, towards her bed. "Off to bed so soon?" he asked, following her a few steps.

Caroline looked at him like he was insane. "It's one o'clock in the morning. Yes, 'off to bed'," she mimicked in his accent. He tried not to smile, but his lips curled anyways. She obviously had never practiced a British accent before.

"What?" Caroline demanded, referring to his smirk.

Klaus chuckled and smiled at her. "You obviously haven't had any help in the accent area."

She stared at him with a blank look for a few seconds. Who cares if she couldn't do the accent correctly? His was enough for the both of them.

Her silence, however, made Klaus think that she hadn't understood what he was saying. "You're terrible with the English accent," he explained.

Caroline scoffed and sat down on her bed. "I don't care if I can't mimic you perfectly. Why would I want to?" she retorted.

"Because I'm your boyfriend, and you want to be just like me," he said, taking a seat on the end of her bed.

Caroline frowned. "Ok, one: I'm your fake girlfriend," she corrected in a slow voice, making sure it stuck. "And two: I don't want to be like any of my boyfriends, especially when they're homicidal hybrids that force themselves onto other people." She pushed her feet under her blanket and pulled the covers up over her torso, laying down and getting ready to go to sleep.

For some reason, she really didn't care that he was in her room. She knew he wouldn't do anything….Well, no, she didn't know that. But something told her not to be intimidated by him.

"Well, point being, you suck at accents," Klaus summed up, shrugging.

Caroline rolled her eyes and looked down to him. He smiled back, trying to make her smile. It didn't work…at first. But after a few seconds of hard-core glaring, her mouth gave in and she faintly smiled back, involuntarily.

Her hands flew to her face as she tried to cover it up.

"Why do you do that?" Klaus asked, smiling because, frankly, she looked cute.

"Do what?" Caroline muffled behind her hands.

"Try to cover your smile? It's an amazing smile. Don't let my presence make you hide it," he said gently.

Caroline sighed. "It's not your presence. It's the fact that I shouldn't be smiling with you in the room!" She growled and turned herself until her face was securely in her hands and on top of her pillow.

Klaus watched her, hurt that she would think that. "I hope that that will change soon," he commented.

"Don't bet on it," Caroline replied.

Klaus looked to the side, feeling a little upset. He hated how much Caroline hated him, and how she would never give him a chance. He had to force her to be his fake-girlfriend. That was a low that even he wished he'd never reach. But he had. And for what? This one girl. This one Caroline…

"So, if Tyler isn't at your house, where do you have him?" Caroline asked randomly, sitting up and staring contently at Klaus.

It took Klaus a couple of seconds to pull back to the real world and then register what she had said. He smirked at her. "You know I can't tell you that, Caroline."

Caroline just continued to watch him, like the answer would eventually jump out at her. "How long do I have to act like I like you before you give me him?" she asked.

Klaus sighed and played with the spread of her bed. "I already told you that. When you actually like me, and you're not just acting any longer," he replied.

She huffed and let her head fall back onto the headrest. "But who knows how long that will take!" she moaned.

Klaus laughed. "Well, keep resisting me and it never will."

Caroline frowned. He was absolutely right. If she kept pushing him away, she'd never start to accept him as a friend. She needed to start letting into him, even though that's exactly what Klaus wanted. But it was the only way to save Tyler.

She looked back to him abruptly, and stared for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Then she scooted over in her bed and patted the empty space next to her.

Klaus watched her like she was crazy. "Come on!" she urged, pulling the corner of the blanket back a little ways, welcoming him even further.

"You're serious?" Klaus asked, not believing that she listened to him.

"Yes! Now get your butt over here now before I change my mind!" she ordered, already starting to think otherwise.

Klaus raised his eyebrows and stood up, walked around the bed, and placed himself in the space she had created for him. She happily (on the outside) pulled the covers up over him too, but then stopped.

She was thinking about resting on him, but that might be too much for her… But, she needed Tyler back. So, hesitantly, she moved herself into a lying down position and gently leaned on Klaus' side, placing her hand on his chest.

Klaus stared down at her with amusement. "You're really intent on making it look like you like me, aren't you?" he said, half laughing.

Caroline shrugged against his side. "Well, we are girlfriend and boyfriend, are we not?" she asked, looking up at him. "We should act like it."

Klaus looked down at her with admiration. "What happened to 'fake'?" he asked, slowly wrapping his arm around her back.

Caroline thought about what to reply with. What did happen to the 'fake'? It was still there, of course. But it was almost like it was on break so that she could warm up to Klaus. It was like she had to forget about the 'fake' in order for it to be 'fake'. If she didn't, Klaus wouldn't believe she was trying, and he'd just make it even longer before he gave her Tyler. So, that was the answer.

"Not fake, Klaus. I want to get to know you. And what better way than jumping in as your girlfriend? Acting like I already know you? Being free and comfortable, that's what's going to make our friendship grow," she said, looking down at the buttons of his shirt. She was not liking this at all. There were much better ways than jumping in as his girlfriend. Their friendship would never grow because it wasn't there to begin with. A plant can't grow without a seed.

Caroline relaxed further into her bed, and Klaus' chest. This really wasn't as terrible as she had expected. He was warm, and soft, and his arms around her made her feel content. She felt safe for the first time since she became a vampire.

"Thank you, Caroline," Klaus murmured.

Caroline frowned. "For what, exactly?"

Klaus squeezed the arm that was around her a little bit. "For giving me a chance."

'For giving him a chance'…if only he knew….

When Caroline woke up the next morning, she rolled on to her side, and felt a jump of panic in her stomach as she felt someone else in her bed. After freaking out and flailing around in bed a little, Klaus was up and laughing at her. Slowly, she remembered last night.

"Forget I was here, love?" he mused.

"Yes! You were supposed to leave last night!" she scolded.

Klaus held his hands out like it wasn't his fault. "You insisted I stayed!" he defended.

Caroline frowned and dropped the hands that had been holding onto her chest, trying to slow her heartbeat. "What are you talking about?"

Klaus rolled his eyes. "After you fell asleep, I tried to leave, but you wouldn't let me," he explained.

"Then why don't I remember this? I think I would have remembered if I'd told you to stay with me," she yelled. She had seen his face for a total of thirty seconds, and already he had managed to make her mad and confused.

Klaus looked off to the side and cringed his face. "Yeah, you didn't exactly tell me to stay…" he admitted.

"Then what exactly did I do?" she pushed.

Klaus shrugged and shook his head, like he didn't know if he should tell her or not. Finally, making up his mind, he exhaled and said, "You tightened your grip around me."

Caroline raised her eyebrows. "I tightened my grip…and you took that as 'Don't leave me'?" she clarified.

Klaus didn't reply, just simply looked at her with an expression that looked like he was saying 'Yup, that just about sums it up!'.

"You're unbelievable," Caroline mumbled, getting out of the bed and walking to her window. Klaus got up along with her and followed closely behind.

"Did you forget everything that you said last night?" he asked, so close to her that she felt the heat radiating off his body. "You were going to give me a chance. We're 'real' girlfriend and boyfriend now," he reminded.

Caroline shook her head; she didn't need to be reminded of this. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. And as the first act of girlfriend-boyfriend, I'm kicking you out my window before my mother catches you," she made up, really just wanting him to leave.

Klaus laughed. "Fine, love. I'll leave before you're mother wakes up and finds that you've been inviting the big bad vampire for sleepovers," he said, making her sound pathetic. He started to head for the window, but stopped at the last second and turned back to her. "Goodbye kiss?"

Caroline laughed. A good, full heartedly laugh. A kiss, he really expected her to kiss him. When she got done laughing, she focused on his face and saw he was serious. She straightened up.

"No!" she hissed, pushing his shoulder.

"Why not?" he hissed back. "Convince me that you like me," he tried her.

She started at him for a while, seriously thinking about how…unbelievable he was. She exhaled and leaned up really quick to place a sweet kiss on Klaus' cheek. His rough skin was more masculine that she had expected.

She pulled back and looked at him with an expecting look. "There. Now leave!"

Klaus smirked, and said as he climbed out of the window, "I'll see you later, sweetheart." And with that, he was gone.

Caroline shut the window and locked it. She turned around and rubbed her forehead. This was going to be an unfocused day.

TealyBob (Author): Yeah, I know, this chapter sucked. But I had some serious writers blockage. And that can't be good when first starting a story...

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