Klaus' POV

"Aren't you going to get changed?" I asked, sliding my shirt off. Connor gave a gasp, and when I looked over, he'd turned away, clutching at his chest like he was on show.

"Connor...Are you okay...?"

He didn't turn around. "I'm fine," he said, his voice even more high-pitched than usual. I smirked at this thought.

"Your voice has broken already, right?"

He turned around at this, his eyes flashing exactly the way his sister's did.

"Shut up," he snapped. "Of course my voice has broken."

That would've mean convincing, if he wasn't now talking in about an octave lower than his regular voice. I laughed, and unbuckled my belt.

"Whoa!" Connor said, holding his hands in front of his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Uh...taking my pants off?"

"Why?"

Through his hands, he'd gotten red.

"Because...that's how I sleep. With just my underwear on."

"Not tonight," he said, firmly. "Definitely not."

"God...are you some kind of girl?" I asked, pulling my jeans off. "We're both guys. And it's not like you're seeing something you wouldn't see if we were swimming, or something."

Connor pulled down his hands, slowly, and even though his cheeks were tinged red, he didn't look away.

"Fine..." he said, quietly.

"Do you want to shower first, or should I...?"

"I already have."

"Right."

I slung a towel over my shoulder, and walked to the bathroom.

Caroline's POV

Is it natural to be this overly-excited?!

There was the sound of gushing water. Klaus must have switched the shower on.

I had nothing to be excited about. This was just two guys, sleeping in the same bed, having a sleepover - did guys have sleepovers?! Marcel never did - and there is definitely nothing wrong with that.

Right?!

I tried to calm down, and stop myself from over-heating. I pulled back the covers, and lay in Klaus's bed, trying to breathe properly.

Unconsciously, I inhaled, and suddenly Klaus's scent filled my lungs. I couldn't help but press his pillow against my face, and breathe in deeply. Damn it... What the hell was wrong with me? Pull yourself together! You are a professional actor, and this is meant to be like an acting job. You were meant to develop as an actor here. That's why you came here in the first place. What's the Director going to say, when you meet him on Saturday, and you suck?

Okay, now I was worrying in a completely different way.

What if I wasn't good enough? What if he found someone else who was better? What if I wasn't what he was looking for?

These annoying thoughts swirled around my mind, dragging me into a mental whirlpool of worry and fear. I was always like this. That's why I try not to think too much.

Well, you succeed most of the time, don't you, Caroline?

I gave a mental laugh, trying to cheer myself up. That never works. When I'm like this, nothing can stop me from worrying, nothing at all -

The door opened again, and a gust of hot steam blew into the room. When I looked up, I stopped worrying. I stopped thinking completely, in fact. I froze, and stayed as still as I could.

Klaus walked towards me, cool and calm, a towel slung around his hips. The towel wasn't tied very well, and I could tell it was in danger of dropping. I couldn't help but bite my lip at that thought.

His chest was bronze, and perfectly sculptured. There was a trail of light blonde hair stared a couple inches above his belly-button, and it lead down...down to...what?

I'm not stupid. I knew what.

Klaus's blue eyes met mine, and for a minute my breath caught. For a second, he was looking at me the way he looked at Caroline... a sort of emotion...

Oh crap.

Have I turned him gay -?

No, not possible. That was totally hubris. I couldn't have the power to turn him...gay!

He dropped the towel, and I suddenly squeezed my eyes shut.

"Connor's asleep, already."

Klaus's voice was right next to me. He thought I was asleep? Well, I definitely wasn't going to contradict him - if I admitted I was awake, it would mean admitting to the fact that I'd seen him...with his towel off...

With strengthened resolve, I squeezed my eyes closed even harder, and even put in some VERY convincing snoring sounds, and exaggerating my chest movements. Klaus seemed to eat that up, because he didn't say anything.

When was he going to go away? It was hard to keep up the snoring.

I could still feel the heat of his body next to mine, and he was apparently staring at me sleeping - creepy, yet somehow flattering. No, I shouldn't be flattered! I don't want to make Klaus gay!

But still, I couldn't help the fact that my cheeks were flushing, and my breath was hard. Klaus just had to power to make me tingle.

Suddenly, there was a gentle touch on my hips. I stiffened. What the hell was Klaus doing?! If he did anything, I was fully prepared to jump up and beat the crap out of him -

My eyes flew open, and I was suddenly face-to-face with Klaus. He looked surprised, but hitched his smile on again.

"Move over?" he asked, indicating.

I turned around. Oh, right. I was hogging the bed.

I spun around, pressing myself against the wall. I could hear Klaus laugh softly. There was a sudden weight on the bed, as Klaus lowered himself in. He pulled a little more of the duvet, and I could feel his back pressing into mine. His boxer-covered butt touched mine - I was still in my school uniform. And I wasn't going to take it off. Definitely not. He would see my bodice, and that would be kind of hard to explain away.

Klaus suddenly turned around, and I could feel his hot breath against my neck. I tried not to pass out from my lack of breathing, and just pressed my chest against the wall harder. I could feel each of his hard, toned abs even through my shirt (and bodice). Oh god...I'm hyperventilating... was he doing this to me on purpose?

I sat up, and jumped out of the bed.

"I have to go brush my teeth," I said quickly, not looking at Klaus's smirking face. "I'll be back."

I slammed the door behind me, leaning against it, all my energy depleted. I slid down to the floor. My body felt all hot from where Klaus had been touching - even though no actual skin had touched, I...

Why was I acting like some depraved old woman?! I am a teenager! I shouldn't be feeling like...this...

I pressed the on button, and my electronic toothbrush started buzzing. I used the noise to pull out my phone (again deleting the messages from Marcel. They were all things like, "I miss you. Meet up with me", or "Are you with that Scott guy again?!". I sighed. He was seriously annoying), and called Jeremy. Jeremy was my motherly figure, or the closest thing I had. My real mother was totally unhelpful, even before, when I'd been talking to her.

"Caroline?" Jeremy asked. I was so glad to hear his voice. Already, the burning feeling (in my loins? Or whatever loins were. I don't know, it's just an expression I picked up from some romance book) was fading away. I crossed my legs. My thighs were stuck to the cold floor.

"Jeremy..." I whispered back, so Klaus wouldn't hear me. I adjusted the strap of my bodice, pulling at the bit that dug into my ribs. "SOS. Total SOS."

"Why?" he asked, instantly worried. I smiled. He was sweet like that.

"I'm in a massively awful situation."

"What?"

"Well, I had a fight with my roommate...Tyler Anderson? And so Klaus offered me to sleep in his bed for the night, and so I -"

"Hold up, honey," Jeremy said. "Catch me up. Why is your roommate now Tyler?"

"Uh...Klaus kicked me out, for some reason." As soon as this sentence left my lips, I remembered I was meant to be mad at Klaus. Damn it, I sucked at that. How did I get distracted?

The answer came to me as soon as the question did. Klaus's hotness. Of course.

"...and so," I continued, "Tyler offered to let me room with him."

"And how is it a problem, darling? Why can't you sleep in the same bed with your boyfriend?"

I closed my eyes. "One, he thinks I'm a guy. Two, he thinks I'm Caroline's brother. And three, we are NOT dating!"

"Sure," he said, in a frustratingly madding tone. "But if he thinks you're a guy, why can't you just enjoy it? He's cute, right?"

Okay, I correct my previous statement. Jeremy is nothing like a mother to me. Which mother encourages their child to sleep with a random guy?

"But I'm being Connor! I can't just... perv on him!"

"Whatever, honey. I'm just saying its fine to get a little hot over your boyfriend."

"How find out about that, anyway?" I demanded.

"It's all over the papers, darling. Some guy got pics - bad, cell-phone, grainy pictures, but pictures all the same. The date outside the movie theatre. The ice-cream. And the running. Why were you so wet, anyway?"

I bit my lip. "Uh...long story. But thanks, Jeremy. I've got to go."

My toothbrush was out of battery.

I hung up, and went to the basin, to stare at my reflection. Calm down, Caroline. I looked pale and scared, with big circles under my eyes. I swirled the brush around my mouth anyway - I really hadn't brushed my teeth. I spat into the basin, and tried to breathe normally.

Caroline's POV

Klaus was facing the wall when I came back in. Was he asleep? I swallowed, but tried my best to get into the bed without waking him up and making a massive fuss. I lowered myself into the bed, wincing as the bed-frame creaked. Thank God his mattress was memory foam. If it wasn't, the springs would've given me away.

"So…Connor. Who were you calling in there?"

I held still, cursing under my breath. Klaus turned around, and was facing me, with a glint in his eye,

"Uh…no one?"

"Right."

"Don't you trust me?"

"No."

"Oh. See, if you'd said yes, then I would've been able to use that as a counter-argument."

"Right. But if I'd said yes, then that would mean I was lying, and therefore bring myself down to your level. Who were you talking to?"

"My estate agent," I invited wildly. "He's, uh, buying me a boat."

Before he could examine my lie, I quickly grasped for an alternative subject.

"How's your brother?"

Klaus's eyes closed, and I immediately knew I'd said the wrong thing. "Uh, I'm sorry, I don't want to pry, you really don't have to tell me if you won't want –"

"No," he said, cutting through my babble, and opening his eyes. I was relieved to see that had his "strained" smile on, instead of his "you-prat-I'm-going-to-kill-you" smile on. "It's fine. He's not doing so well. The doctors are saying, that after so long…there's pretty much no chance left. And if he did wake up, he'll be brain-damaged."

"Oh," I muttered, trying to read his eyes. His tone was perfectly calm and normal, but his eyes were sharp with pain. But he hid to well – almost too well. That was why I hated actors. "I'm sorry, Klaus, I –"

"No, it's fine," he said. He tried to smile again, and this time he seemed kind of genuine. "I'm seeing him Saturday."

"Do you want me to come with –?" I started, before shutting my mouth again. Damn it, I can't offer, no matter how much I want to. I have to meet that damn director. "Uh, never mind."

"Were you going to offer?" he asked, a slow grin spreading over his face. He ruffled my hair – my wig, really. "Aw, dude, you're so cute!"

I blushed red, and I immediately turned away.

"Go to bed," I said, my voice muffled through the covers. "We have to work hard tomorrow."

Klaus' POV

I woke up, and slowly my senses came back to me. Wow…that was a good night's sleep…

There was a sort of dead weight over my legs, stopping me from getting up.

"Connor?" I muttered. "Your leg."

Connor looked up at me, bleary-eyed, and looked down at his leg, which was draped over mine. He was perfectly still for a few moments, before leaping up, blushing again. Wow. He was really like his sister.

"I…" he started.

"It's fine," I said, jumping out of the bed, and running my hand through my hair. "We're both guys."

I stretched, and yawned.

"Hey, can you toss me my phone?" I asked.

Connor, who was still blushing, fumbled with my phone, almost dropping it, and tossed it to me. I checked it, frowning. Why the hell hasn't Caroline texted me back?

I went to my phonebook, and pressed call. If we were meant to be doing this dating thing, then she should at least text me back.

Suddenly, Barbie Girl cut through the silence of the dorm room. Wait…where was that coming from? My gaze darted around, trying to find the source of the sound… My eyes met with Connor's. Wait…was it coming from him?

He blinked when I stared at him, still dazed. He seemed to realize, and his hands started patting his pockets. His fingers stopped at his right pocket. His gaze was as confused as mine.

He took out the phone, and stared at the screen for a second.

He pressed a button.

At the same time, my call cut to voicemail. Slowly, I hung up.

It was a long moment.

"Uh…coincidence?" he said, giving an uneasy smile.

No…it's not…possible…it couldn't be…

"You're telling me, man," I said, snapping out of it and grinning.

No. Not possible.

Caroline's POV

As Klaus walked out of our dorm room, I almost crushed my phone in my fist. I'm such an idiot – how could have I forgotten to switch off the stupid thing?! I can't believe I…

I stared at the door, sighing in relief.

Thank God Klaus's dumb…

*** Saturday (Day 20) ***

Caroline's POV

I pulled on another unisex hoodie, and grabbed a bag that I could sort of imagine a guy carrying.

"You going out?" Tyler asked.

I smiled at him warmly. He'd been very cool will me, ever since that night. I'd moved back in, and everything, but I guess he hadn't really forgiven me.

But I couldn't help feeling kind of annoyed. God, grow a pair, Tyler. So touchy.

"Yeah."

"You aren't meeting with Klaus, are you?" Tyler said, his voice suddenly sharp.

"No!" I asked, trying to sound offended at the thought. "I'm meeting with a Director." Thank God that wasn't a lie. I hate telling lies.

"So the stuff in the magazines is total bull?"

I bit my lip. Great. How I have to tell another lie.

"Yes!" I lied. "Of course it isn't true!"

I left Tyler, who was looking marginally happier.

Klaus'POV

My phone rung, and I picked up.

"Klaus?"

I sat up straighter in my car. It was Caroline.

"Yes," I replied, trying to sound cool, and not like I'd been waiting for her to call me for the last three days or so.

"Who are you going with today, you know…to see your brother?"

I frowned. "How do you know about my brother?"

"Uh…"

"Connor told you, didn't he?"

"Don't be mad at him. Just don't go alone, okay? You don't have to go alone."

I smirked. "I thought we were only a publicity thing. Why are you caring all of a sudden?"

"I…I…shut up!" she snapped. I could practically hear the blood rush to her cheeks. "Just do what I say. Go with someone."

"Why don't you come with me?" I asked, only semi-teasing her. I kind of wanted her there – I really don't know why. As if a Supermodel could help my situation in any way.

"I'm busy. I have a meeting with my Director."

I raised my eyebrows. "You can act?"

"Yes, I can act!" she yelled down the phone.

"You been in anything I might've seen before?"

"How to Make a Family."

"Never heard of it."

"Well, I – Shut up."

She hung up, and I smirked.

Caroline's POV

I hung up, glaring at the space in front of me – how totally offensive. Just because that movie was kind of old, and more of an emotional film than a blockbuster hit. I hated him.

"Miss Caroline Miller?"

"Yere?" I said, vaguely. I looked up, and blinked at the assistant who was staring at me strangely. I flushed. "Uh, sorry, I was, uh, aiming for "yes", but it, uh, turned to "here"."

The assistant just looked at me.

"Cut!" I called. "Do you want to go for a second take?"

She stared at me, totally not getting my joke.

"You know, since you work for a director…you know, like filming? No, never mind."

"Uh, Miss Caroline, come this way, please."

I let her lead me, wishing I was quieter in general, and that the Director didn't hear any of that.

Klaus'POV

"Is he any better?" I asked, trying not to inhale the sweet smell of pollen, as the flowers I'd bought poked up my nose.

"He seems better," the nurse said, smiling. "We got a blip of brain activity this morning. I could mean nothing, but…"

"I understand. I can't get my hopes up." But I smiled anyway.

"Do you want me to take those flowers for you?"

"Thanks," I said, gingerly passing her the bouquet of sunflowers – you know, because they were cheerful. To be honest, I have a fear of flowers. I hoped he appreciated my effort.

I sat down on the hospital chair.

"So…bro…how's life been?" I asked, smiling.

Caroline's POV

"So," the director said, staring at me over his hands. "Miss Caroline."

I stared at him, wondering if he wanted me to speak. After several minutes, I decided I should actually reply.

"Yeah. Me."

The director smiled, and I tried not to feel self-conscious.

He was honestly like no other director I'd worked with before. There was no other way to describe him, apart from…gangster. And not in a stereotypical way. He wore wrap-around shades, a diamond stud set in his ear, and his hair insanely messy. Was that meant to be some kind of new fashion? I ran my hands over my sleek, shiny locks that were finally free, after being stuck under a stuffy wig for so long.

He leaned back, and the gold necklace around his neck glinted.

The silence continued.

Suddenly, he slammed down a slab of paper in front of me. I jumped.

"The script," he said, dramatically. My eyes fell to the desk.

Slowly, my trembling fingers reached to the document, but before I could touch the script, he slapped the desk again, and I withdrew my fingers hastily. I look up, unto his sunglass-covered eyes.

"Before you read it, though, Miss Caroline…there is something I want to tell you."

Klaus' POV

"So, do you know what she said? She said 'shut up'! Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard? She's like that, Caroline."

He didn't reply, but I still smiled to myself.

"Do you think I like her? Maybe I do."

Why wasn't he waking up?

"Maybe I really like her."

He didn't even twitch.

"Maybe I even lo –"

I stopped myself, before I could say something I would definitely regret later. I decided to change the subject.

"So the nurse said there was some brain activity today. I was so happy…you know how much you mean to be, right? Well, you should. You're my brother. We have no one else in the world. Well, apart from the crap we have left of our parents. I think I still have Dad's old watch somewhere…"

I focused, suddenly remembering. "Oh, that's right! You got that ring from Mom. You were meant to give it to the girl you loved. You'll find her, you know. I believe in you."

His heart rate spiked, and I stared at the beeping machine, suddenly hopeful. It fell again, and I sighed.

That'd happened a couple times before. It would've been funny, but this was my brother.

"Hey," I said, standing up and moving closer. At this angle, I can see my brother's face so clearly. It's emotionless, and pale. It's so much like mine, it's almost eerie. But I ignored this, and I felt for the ring at my chest. I pulled it off, and watched the little diamond shine in the sliver of sunlight let through by the drawn curtains. I smiled. "This is the ring, right? I always keep it with me. Don't ask me why, I'm just used to it, I guess."

He remained unresponsive, even when I picked up his hand. It felt smooth and cold in my hand.

"Take it," I whispered, pressing the ring into his hand. "It's meant to be yours, anyway. It's Mom would've wanted…"

I held his hand closed around the ring.

"Give it to the girl you love, yeah?"

My heart skipped a beat, before I broke the silence with an awkward laugh.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm so emotion…I just have this feeling. You know? This feeling, just like the day you hit…I don't know."

His hand twitched, and I froze.

What the hell was that?

His hand moved again. Oh my God.

"Nurse!" I screamed.

Caroline's POV

"I don't understand," I said, through unmoving lips. "What…?"

"I'm sorry. I just think…"

"Are you kidding me?!" I screamed, jumping up. "After weeks in that stupid placer, surrounded by idiotic men, made to dance and sing, and even twisting me ankle, you…?"

"I'm sorry, but I think you're too…vanilla. You have to be crazy. You have to show raw passion, hate, love, everything. If I asked you to do that, would you be able to?"

I swallowed.

"Exactly. You don't have what it takes."

I stood still for a moment, utterly humiliated. I can't believe I'd been through all that, and then he tell me… my eyes filled with tears.

"Fine," I whispered.

He sighed. "That's exactly what I mean. You have no fire, no passion whatsoever. If you really cared, you would hit me. You would kill me, skin me alive. You have no passion. You are simply giving up, meekly. You don't care."

"What do you want me to say, then?"

"Tell me you hate me. Tell me you won't take no for an answer."

"But I don't hate you. It's your choice. You're the director"

He shook his head, like he was disappointed. "If that's what you really believe, then you can leave."

"No, I –"

"Leave."

I grit my teeth, and turned around, trying to leave with the dignity I had left. My chest had constricted, and I could barely breathe. It literally hurt to breathe. Everything was over. It was the end of my career… I wiped away a tear. But I couldn't stop the words from coming out.

"Who are you choosing instead?" I said, my voice very small.

He didn't reply for a minute, trying to work out if he should reply or not.

"Klaus Smith."

My knees suddenly gave way, and I collapsed.

Oh, God.

Klaus' POV

"What the hell's going on?!"

"Get the brother out of here, please!" the doctor yelled to the nurse. The nurse grabbed my arm, and tried to pull me away, but I refused to move.

"Tell me what's happening!"

My brother's body spasmed, and the doctor swore loudly, not answering me. My head spun as another nurse ran into the room, pushing a cart.

"Charge!" the doctor yelled, rubbing the pads together. "Clear!"

He pushed them against my brother's chest, and his whole body lifted into the air, before thudding back onto the bed.

"Charge! Clear!"

"Charge! Clear!"

"Charge! Clear!"

What the hell was going on? What was this? Why can't I move?

I was losing him all over again.

He was slipping away.

And I couldn't move.

No…

The doctor stopped, visibly sweating. His back was Marcelt, and his brow was furrowed in defeat. The nurse held his arm.

"Accept it, there's no more you can do," she said, her face was sad.

"I…" the doctor said, before his voice broke, and all he could do was nod his head. "You're right. I can't do anything else!"

"No!"

The scream ripped through the still silence. It took me a while to work out that it was me.

The doctor turned towards me, like he'd only realized I was here.

I ran up to him, grabbing the front of this shirt. "No! You can't stop! Carry on! He'll live! He can live! Do it!"

"I'm sorry…" His face was old and lined, weathered. The seemed so tired, so useless. "There's no more we can do."

I pulled my fist back, and punched him. He stumbled back, surprised.

"You can't just give up! You have to save him!"

Several nurses tried to restrain me, but I pushed them away.

"You have to save him! He's my brother! He's all I have left!"

I felt a jab on my arm, and I fell.

They'd given me a sedative.

All I could see was my brother's ring drop from his hand, and fall to the floor.

No…

Then the world turned black.

Authors Note : Hey!

So do any of you guys watch Teen Wolf?!

I just saw this weeks episode and MAN! Dark/Evil Stiles is so Amazing! Dylan O'Brien should get like tons of freaking awards for his acting in this season

And also I used to think he was cute in a dorky way way but this season... Aaaahhhhhh! he is so fucking hot man!

Thoughts?

Hehe Rant Over :D

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