I've been having a really hard time with writer's block so if this sucks, sorry. I wrote it to "Yayo", "Without You", "Lucky Ones" and "National Anthem" by Lana Del Rey.

Chapter 7:

They laid out by her pool. There was black rosary around his neck, a new tattoo across his chest and he had his Angel pressed against his body. She sported a pair of aviators and a white bikini that complemented her tan skin. The distant hum of her playlist relaxed their moment to the point they forgot about the problems that were brewing. What problems? The witches were starting to rally against the vampire presence in "their" town, werewolves were petitioning for the right to change openly rather than conceal themselves away, and Elena was becoming more and more uneasy with the fact Klaus had put an hour glass on the amount of time it would take him to marry her.

Those worries didn't exist in their small bubble of peace- or at least, that's what they wanted to believe. She could close her eyes and feel the sunrays shining down on her shoulders and his strong arms around her little body without worrying about the next disaster that targeted her heart. She loved to think about the good moments, such as tattoos and parties but that didn't mean there weren't terrible moments between the two. Some nights he would come home in a horrible mood and blame all his problems on the people he had standing behind him, but she could translate that he was beating himself up. She would try to comfort him but sometimes Klaus needed distance. Other nights, she would come home and toss papers off the counter because her magic was out of control and she didn't know how to tell him she was failing… he never witnessed her breakdowns.

It was so hard pretending to be perfect within the public eye. They could dress themselves up, smile, and shake hands and hold figurative babies but then when they entered the darkness of their home things went to hell. Their passion for what they did was devastating and their passion for one another was dangerous. The one thing about Klaus, though, was he always watched his temper when he talked directly to her. He made an effort to be civil and shield his anger from her. She returned the favor by composing herself before he had to ask what was wrong, or before he saw her drowning in her pain. They had bigger problems than their scattered emotions.

There was only so much sex could do for a relationship…the real work came with glasses of wine, alone time, and long conversations about the next step. Most of the time, their meetings ended with sex but every once in a while they ended with slamming doors and late night apologies. If someone were to ask Elena what she wanted, she would say her life back. Carol Lockwood took so much more from her and Elena was just discovering that. What if's were bad to consider, but what if Carol hadn't of killed her? They would be in Mystic Falls attending happy town events with the people Elena had grown up with. They wouldn't be worrying about thirty witches combining their magic to kill him, or werewolves slaughtering tourist. No, they'd be worrying about what to wear to Alaric's pending wedding and what to buy Jeremy for the start of his senior year. Her main problem was the fact she was home sick and she couldn't run into the arms of Alaric every time her heart got a little broken.

She needed her old relationship with Klaus back. In this case, if it quacks like a duck theories weren't applying to her relationship because even if they looked like the old Elena and Klaus they were on two different spectrums from their old selves. She used to be Elena Gilbert, the girl everyone knew since kindergarten that lived in the white house on blah, blah, blah…now, she was a face in a crowd that held powers she didn't understand. Klaus, well Klaus seemed to be returning to his pre-Elena self. He'd increased his rate of kills for disobedience despite her protests against for subject, he was becoming a little impulsive outside the walls of their house, and his threats for offenders seemed to become promises.

She wanted to be in the moment with him but it was difficult to focus on his heartbeat when she felt so unbalanced.

But when things were going good, they were the happiest moments of her life. When they could hold hands and walk down the streets of the French Quarter, when they stayed in rather than faced the world, when they made love, when they kissed and electricity popped in the house, or even when the family got together for dinner… the moments themselves made every struggle worth it. They needed to settle permanently and things needed to stop feeling so temporary if they were going to survive. She had no doubts her in mind when she said he was the one… but sometimes being the one wasn't enough to make it through their crazy world.

"I could do this forever." He said sweetly as she looked up at him, peeking over her sunglasses, "I swear it."

"I could, too."