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Stephan King once wrote, "Life sucks, then you die."

I'm starting to think I was his inspiration. When a girl gets into a car, with a guy she considers her friend; she expects a long and comforting talk. Unfortunately, I knew I wasn't going to get either as soon as I saw the anger on Tyler's face when I entered the car.

He wouldn't even look at me; he was staring straight ahead, clenching and unclenching the wheel. His body was rigid and I'm 99.99% sure he wanted to tell me, "don't even talk to me or I'll kill you."

I just can't catch a break with anyone today.

This really sucks because, after what just happened I really can't take anything else negative—from anyone including Tyler.

"Tyler—"

"Would you get in the car please?" His teeth were clenched as he said this to me, not looking at me for one second.

I got in the car and buckled up. The air suddenly felt thicker, and for some reason I was getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He just backed out of the driveway without saying anything, and from the looks of it he wasn't about too—maybe he was mad at me…

But what did I do?

"Tyler-"

"Why did you do it?" Tyler hissed at me, eyes completely on the road ahead of us.

"Do what?" I inquired, looking at him with pure curiosity.

"Go to Jeremy's house!" Tyler blew up in my face. "I told you it was a bad idea; you probably knew it was a bad idea, but you went anyway!"

I was trying really hard to stay numb before I did or said anything I would regret later. "I'm not a six year old Tyler, I don't need your permission for anything," I said slowly, trying not to let the venom in my voice raise.

"I'm not talking about permission!"

Wow, this guy really didn't know how to take a hint

"I'm about to go to bed when I hear the phone ringing, and find out you were crying! I was afraid to leave the car because if I had I would have killed the guy!"

I froze.

"Wait, what do you think happened?" I finally turned to look at him, this was not happening, I knew exactly what he had thought had happened.

"You tell me," he voiced almost emotionless.

"Stefan, Damon, and Alaric asked me questions about my parents," I whispered, looking down as I fumbled with the hem of my shirt.

I heard Tyler's whoosh of relief

"Is that all?" he chuckled, wiping the back of his neck with his hand as he looked over at me.

"What do you mean is that all?" I nearly yelled, trying my best to contain myself.

"Well what I thought was way worse," he said, waving his hand in the air for emphasis.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" I screamed, my voice bursting like a river through a dam. "My parents are gone and all you can say is 'is that all?'"

"Wait," he said almost frantically, clearly shocked by my reaction. "I'm sorry,"

Those were two words I'd never thought I'd hear him say, which is why I had to ask him that again. "What?" I was more than surprised that Tyler Lockwood, the football jock who had been nothing but rude to me since I've been in his presence, was apologizing.

He sighed again, "I'm sorry. When it came to something that wasn't a big deal, I over reacted." He started off, explaining himself. "Then when it came to something that was a big deal I under reacted—I'm sorry."

Wow, this was defiantly one of the weirdest nights of my life. I wasn't even sure if this guy knew the word 'sorry' and what it meant. But he just used it perfectly—twice. I exhaled. This was much better, I was afraid that we were going to start fighting and I was going to start crying again—I didn't like crying.

"Tyler, I like you," I said slowly, trying not to get nervous again. "I really think we can be good friends, but you have to talk to me and tell me what's wrong once in awhile, or this friendship's never going to work."

"So were friends?" Did he just become a cocky bastard again?

"Of course, if you'll let us be," I added. "I mean, I know it's not going to be easy with your moodiness and complete stupidity when it comes to other people's feelings." I was smiling now.

"Oh and your obvious sweetness and cheerful disposition is going to make this so much easier?" he said with clear and heavy sarcasm.

"Yes," I said arrogantly. "Yes it will." I finished with a smile on my face.

He chuckled but soon became serious. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked hesitantly, clearly unsure as to whether or not he wanted to hear it.

"Do you want to talk about why you don't think someone's parent's death is a big deal?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I spoke.

He just looked away and shook his head. I wondered if a friendship with Tyler Lockwood would actually work. He obviously had his secrets, although there was no doubt in my mind that I had more, and if secrets were always there and in the way, how could any friendship really workout? Especially if you couldn't talk about them. Then again, I've never had many real friendships to begin with, so how would I know? This was not going to be easy.

"So were friends now, it's official," Tyler said to change the subject.

"Yes and now that were friends; we can hang out at school now, can't we?" I said, starting to feel like a smartass.

"Uhh," he scratched his head awkwardly. "About that—"

"See we were about to have a tender moment and you just completely ruined it," I huffed turning my back to him to look out the window.

"Rachael—"

"Tyler, I just had one of the longest days of my life and just as you were starting to make me feel better, you had to make a complete ass of yourself again," I spat out, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I was making you feel better?" I know this guy isn't getting cocky again.

"Tyler!" I screamed out, turning to look at him with a menacing look.

"Ok, ok I'm sorry," he raised his hands in surrender.

I sighed, "Tyler, why can't we be friends and hang out at school?" I asked demandingly, almost pleadingly in a way.

"It's complicated," he said, resolved. "What would people think if they found out we were living in the same house after they saw that we were friends?"

"Oh, I see, you're worried about what everyone else would think about you," I said with false sweetness.

"Well—"

"It doesn't matter what you think of yourself or how I feel as long as everyone else still thinks highly of you," I said, still sweetly.

"No—"

"Tyler Lockwood you suck!" I screamed in his face. "You're arrogant and cocky and I'm not going to take it anymore!"

Luckily I was screaming as soon as he parked into the driveway, which gave me the chance to run out before he could say anything. I was mad and I wasn't in the mood to be dealing with anyone so I just ran straight to my room without talking to anyone.

I was emotionally drained and as soon as I got to my room I flopped down on my bed like a sack of potatoes and laid there. I was debating whether or not I was going to just crawl into bed and stay there, when there was a light knock on my door.

"Go away Tyler" I mumbled into the pillow, already knowing it had to be him.

Another knock.

"Do you what you have to do to get into this room?" I muttered at the door angrily, my face buried into the pillow.

"What?" Mason, I recognized the voice, asked on the other end of the door, amusement laced in his voice.

I jumped up, embarrassed and ran to the door, "Mason, I'm so sorry," I said, turning redder than a tomato.

"What does Tyler have to do to get into this room?" Mason asked hilarity and confusion written all over his face.

"Nothing," I said sheepishly. "Sorry, we sort of got into a fight." I flipped a strand of hair behind my head, and looked down at my shoes.

"Lover's quarrel?" he teased.

"No," I said, my face was probably beet red by now. "Just a little disagreement," I said softly.

"Well I just thought I'd come in here and cheer you up," Mason said with a smile.

"Cheer me up?" I repeated, not sure if I heard him correctly.

"Yeah, there's a carnival going on Saturday, and you've probably never been to one. And since we're practically family now I thought I'd invite you—cotton candy's on me."

"Are you serious?" I asked excitedly. "I really have never been to one before! This is awesome!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. "Thank you so much Mason."

"You're welcome, just promise you'll try to have all your problems with Tyler solved by then," he winked as he left my room.

"I promise" I grinned as I shut the door.

I was still mad at Tyler and everyone else right now, but I couldn't help but to be excited. The closest I ever came to a carnival was watching The Lost Boys when I was eight. It was a carnival, so who knew what exciting things would happen?