I'm on a roll! ;D

Turning to Zach, I said, "I'll go get it. It's probably Tyler or Mrs. Lockwood here to pick up the stuff for the heritage display."

He nodded and I jogged up the stairs. Opening the door, I saw Tyler. "Hey Tyler." I said, feigning kindness.

"Forbes." he nodded once at me, smirking. "I'm here for my mom. I'm supposed to pick up a box of stuff?"

"Oh, yeah. Uh – here, I think I left it in my car, let me go get my keys." I explained, quickly running upstairs and grabbing them out of my purse. When I came back downstairs, he was no where to be seen. "Tyler?" I asked in confusion. I saw a shadow outside the front door. I rolled my eyes, stepping outside.

"BOO." a voice said, poking my back.

"Ah, Tyler, you scared me." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

He rolled his eyes in response and followed me to my car. I unlocked my car and climbed into my back seat, fumbling for the box that was wedged in between the back of the passenger seat, and the backseats.

I heaved it out of my car, only to have the force of it make me spill it all over the backseat floor.

I groaned, shaking my head.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Tyler's laugh sounded from behind me. "C'mon Forbes, I've got places to go, people to see."

"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute." I snapped, quickly throwing stuff into the box. Once I was done, I slammed the door and gave it to Tyler. "Here."

He took it, nodding. "Thank you."

My expression must have softened. He was actually trying to be decent, wow!

"You're welcome. Tell your mom I'll see her tonight." I nodded back at him and went back inside.

Little did I know an important pocket watch was laying under the passenger seat, all alone.

~Later~

I quietly walked out of Stefan's room, just planting the vervain under the bed. I had wrapped it in plastic, and wrote a note explaining vaguely where I had gotten it and what I thought we could do with it. I sent him a text, telling him about it as I walked to my room. As soon as I opened the door, I got a text from Elena, asking me if I wanted to come over and get ready with the other girls. I decided to go, so I texted her back a yes.

Scooping up my pink floral dress and some makeup, I headed over to Elena's. [A/N: Caroline will be wearing Elena's dress in this part. If you Google Family Ties vampire diaries dresses, you can see the dress to jog your memory]

When I arrived, a lady whom I vaguely remembered as Elena's Aunt Jenna answered the door.

"Jenna?" I asked uncertainly.

She gasped pulling me into a hug. "Caroline Forbes! I haven't seen you in forever!" she pulled away, holding me at arms length. "How are you?"

This was a normal question for one to ask another, but I knew she was talking about since my mom died.

I smiled. "I'm doing pretty good, thanks. And you?"

She grinned back. "I'm great! The girls are up in Elena's room."

I nodded, thanking her. I quickly made my way up the stairs and into the room, knocking once for a warning.

"Delicate flower vs. Naught vixen." I heard Bonnie said, and after a moment I saw her holding up two dresses. One was a deep blue with a sweetheart neckline, and the other was a soft pink dress. The soft pink one I first thought would be strapless, but it was then I noticed two spaghetti straps.

"Delicate flower." I said, smirking when Elena jumped.

Elena looked at me and grinned, while Bonnie waved. "Tough call, can we mix them?" Elena asked.

I grinned, plopping down on the bed next to Elena, totally oblivious to Alyssa sitting on the window seat, pouting. "Look at you, Elena, getting all pretty for your date." I nudged her in the ribs, and she beamed. "I know, I'm gorgeous." she laughed, and it was hard to tell if she was joking around or not.

"You seem happy-ish?" Bonnie asked, smiling hopefully.

Elena nodded, a bit unsure. "I am...ish. Tonight's going to be a good night."

I heard another sniffle, and then finally noticed Alyssa, sitting there in a baby blue dress that complimented her strawberry blonde hair beautifully. [Alyssa looks like Lydia from Teen Wolf] "For you, it will be." she started to wail. "Klausy-poo hasn't texted me all day! I don't know what's wrong!"

I looked at Bonnie, who shrugged, mouthing drama queen.

Elena shrugged as well, continuing what she was going to say. "But don't let the good night stop you from telling me whatever you wanted to tell Care and I."

Bonnie chewed on her lip. "What if I tell you in the...morning? I don't want to ruin the night..."

I looked at Elena, who pouted, looking like Alyssa.

"Bonnie." I said, crossing my shoulders. "Out with it."

She hesitated and even Elena nudged her. Bonnie's eyes darted over to Alyssa, who continued to wail as she ran out of the room.

Elena shut the door. "Now spill, girl."

"So, Vicki and I were talking yesterday." she started. "And she spilled about Damon." she looked to both of us seriously. "You can't repeat a word of this, because Vicki will kill me if Damon finds out she squealed."

"Why would Vicki spill to you?" I asked, curiously. Usually Vicki kept to herself.

Bonnie shrugged again. "Dunno. She looked a bit high or tired or..something. I figured she had no idea who she was talking to, just wanted to get it off her chest."

We started to get ready, changing quickly and doing our hair as Bonnie talked.

Apparently, Damon's ex-girlfriend Katherine, was dated by both of them, and that's why they have issues. Supposedly, Katherine chose Damon, which drove Stefan mad, causing him to try to break them up. Stefan manipulated Katherine, and her sister didn't like that at all. She got her boyfriend to help, but it actually made things worse. They all made up so much crap, that Katherine didn't know what was true and what wasn't.

"So she turned against Damon." I finished, and Bonnie nodded.

"That sounds like one person's side of the story." Elena said, rolling her eyes. "Meaning Damon's." she grumbled running her hand through her hair. "You really don't like him, do you Bonnie? Can't you just let me be happy, just once?"

We gaped at Elena's sudden outburst, and I added quietly. "Bonnie just wanted you to know, Elena."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, his past relationships are none of my business." her tone was rude, and I could tell Bonnie was getting a bit angry as well.

"If he's a calculating, manipulative liar. That is your business."

Elena scoffed, still fuming. "Stefan is none of those things."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"How do you know?" Bonnie put in.

Elena whirled on me. "C'mon Care, help me here! You live with him for pete's sake! You must know whether or not he's like that!"

I blinked uncertainly. "Uh..."

Stefan's POV

I sat in the living room, drinking, trying to get my mind off my irritating older brother. The devil walked into the room in a tux, messing with a tie. "Do they still wear ties at this thing?"

I sighed, rubbing my temple. He just had to go. Had to. "Why are you even going?"

I filled up my glass again, taking another swig.

"It's only fitting." Damon shrugged, grinning mischievously. "We were at the very first one, remember?"

"I think it's better if we don't draw attention to ourselves." I protested, swirling my drink around.

"So, you should stay here." he smirked at the scowl that appeared on my face. "I'll see to it that Blondie and your little cheerleader have a good time."

My scowl deepened, and I clenched my fist as I downed another gulp of vodka.

"My, my, brother. I've driven you to drink."

I exhaled as the liquid burned fire down my throat. "Can't seem to rid myself of you. What else am I supposed to do, besides go about living my life?"

Damon chuckled, stealing my glass and quickly draining it. He handed it back to me, chuckling. "Go about living my life." he mimicked. "See, therein lies your eternal struggle." he laughed drilyly. "You're dead dude. Get over it. What do you think?" And with that, he tied his tie in one smooth movement before walking out of the room.

Caroline walked into the room, minutes later, looking irritated. She had her dress on, but her hair was still in it's usual curls around her shoulders, and her face was bare. "It is?" she frowned, heading up the stairs. "Are you sure? 'Cause I saw it. Let me check. Mmm-hmm. I'll find it and bring it. Okay. Bye."

Her footsteps faded when she went into her room. She shrieked, and I heard a thud as she slapped someone. Damon came rushing down the stairs smirking.

I sighed, rubbing my temple. He was always getting into trouble, acting like a kid and plotting revenge. You'd think I was the elder sometimes. "It's cool not growing old." I heard Caroline's door open, and she ran down the stairs, throwing Damon's shoes at his head. He caught them both, smirking deviously at her. "I like being the eternal stud." he winked and blew a kiss at Caroline who flipped him off, stomping back up the stairs. I shook my head while Damon cracked up.

"Yes," I said sarcastically. "Being 150-year-old teenager has been the height of my happiness." I rolled my eyes and Damon put on a fake shocked look.

"You cracked a funny, Stefan!" He smirked, looking at me like he knew something. My eyes subconsciously darted to the drink that I'd spiked with the vervain Caroline had put in my room with a note earlier.

"I should have a drink to celebrate. 1864. You and Katherine were the perfect couple. It was hell watching you dance with her." he scowled, but it was replaced by his usual smirk.

I shrugged, pushing away the flashbacks that came with speaking of her. "My happiness was short-lived, as you well know."

He nodded, reminiscing as he walked over to the alcohol cupboard. "Ah, yes, I remember. I left the part early, and I was waiting for her." he smirked. "The night you dropped her off, I was waiting just inside. You were such a gentleman, gave her a kiss on the cheek. And what she really wanted was..." he trailed off, smirking even wider. He lifted his drink in the air as a toast. "Oh well, here's to history repeating itself, huh?"

I must have grinned because he suddenly smelled the drink and the vervain inside. Scowling, he dumped the drink on the floor.

Dammit. I cursed in my mind. Going to have to try another way.

"I admire your effort, Stefan. Pouring yourself a drink then spiking the bottle with vervain. I'm not some drunk sorority chick." he rolled his eyes. "You can't roofie me. But, I can't help but feel a little used. I thought we were having a moment." he pouted, a malicious glint in his eyes. "I have to go to the party angry...hmmm...who knows what I'll do?" his eyebrows jutted up once before he disappeared, leaving me feeling more tense then before the drinks.

TBC...

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