Notes: Here's part 2! I'm glad people seemed to like the first part. Thanks for reviewing/following/faving!

OCTOBER – SATURDAY

CAROLINE:

Caroline ignored the first knock on the door. Was it petty? Absolutely. But he was late. An hour and twelve minutes late, to be precise. Caroline had a schedule (detailed and color coded!) and Kol screwing with it before he even moved in was not a good sign of a future harmonious living situation.

Caroline was not pleased.

When the second knock turned into several, then an obnoxious rhythm of taps and bangs (was that a Katy Perry song?), Caroline finally went to answer the door.

Kol Mikaelson, in the flesh, stood on the other side. He was wearing a rumpled olive green jacket and dark sunglasses.

Inside the building, the douchebag.

He eyed her over the top of the frames and gave body a slow, appreciative perusal. Caroline resisted the urge to smack him, then slam the door in his face "Sweet Caroline," Kol drawled, "you dressed up for me. I do enjoy a lady in red."

Caroline didn't bother to restrain her eye roll, "No, you dick. I have to work tonight. You're late."

"Still on European time. You understand."

"Uh-huh. The only reason I even answered the door was because you're Bekah's brother and she bribed me to let you live here."

"We Mikealson's do enjoy doing things in nefarious ways."

"It took a very expensive pair of shoes to convince me, Kol. But don't think I won't eviscerate you with the heel if you piss me off."

"Kinky."

Caroline groaned and moved to shut the door. She'd deal with Rebekah. Somehow.

Kol blocked the way and pouted in a way Caroline was sure plenty of other women found alluring, "Does this mean you're not finally giving into your overwhelming lust for me?"

Caroline treated him her own variation of his exaggerated once over, "What lust? You're hot, Kol. But then you open your mouth and ruin it. Keep it in your pants."

"What if I'm not wearing pants?"

"Nope. Sorry, Kol. This apartment is not clothing optional. That's rule number one."

"How dull." With a sigh Caroline finally opened the door wider and Kol ambled in. He took a quick glance around, "This is… quaint."

"Yeah, well, quaint is all I hear you can afford at the moment so let's try for a little gratitude, mmkay?"

"Yes, that stodgy old solicitor mum and dad have guarding the family fortune was quite perturbed with me. I might have seduced his little secretary. Who might have been his youngest daughter. Who might have been working for daddy over her gap year. Oops."

"Ew. To elaborate on rule one: I will not be sleeping with you. And you will not be sleeping with any of my friends, coworkers, our neighbors or the delivery girl from my favorite sushi place. I reserve the right to amend that list at any time. Rule two: I do not need, or want, to hear the details of your sex life. Ever."

"But Caroline, isn't that what friends do? Gossip, trade secrets. Or has Sex and the City lied to me?"

Caroline snorted, "Sex and the City lied about a great many things. No way a newspaper columnist can afford all those Manolo's. And we're not friends."

"Mmm. I'll grow on you, you just wait. The kitchen's nice."

"Is it? That was really more Stefan's department. I miss spaghetti Tuesday already."

"You're in luck, darling. I make fantastic Italian."

"You cook?" Caroline couldn't help but be skeptical. She'd lived with Rebekah for four years in college and knew for a fact that the she was even more disastrous in the kitchen than Caroline was. The dorm fire incident of 2009 (which they never, ever, spoke of) proved that.

"Italy's one of my favorite places," Kol told her.

Caroline knew Kol had spent the better part of the last five years travelling. He popped back to the States occasionally to check in with his siblings and annoy them like it was his job. It was one of these visits that Caroline had made his acquaintance initially. She'd kind of always assumed his adventures, based on the few conversations she'd had with him, leaned more towards beaches and nightclubs. Late nights with women who found him charming because they didn't understand enough English to know he was full of shit. She'd never imagined that he would have sought out cooking tips along the way. But hey, if he wanted to make her pasta she wouldn't complain. She told him as much then said, "Since you're late, I have to multi task. Come with me."

She led him out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. She gestured to the closed lid of the toilet, "You see that? That is the toilet's default position. Learn it. Love it. Now sit."

Kol glared a little, miffed at her tone, but sat down. Caroline turned to the vanity and pulled her makeup bag out of a drawer. "Your room will be the one next door. My room's across the hall. You will not enter my room without an express invitation. You have a drawer in here and a shelf in the shower. Bekah's paying for a cleaning service but you will clean up after yourself. No toothpaste streaks or gross beard hairs in the sink and hang up your towels."

"God, are you sure you're only 25, Caroline? You sound like someone's mum."

Caroline pointed her powder brush at him, "Remember who's doing who a favor here. From what I've heard your other options are Bekah and Stefan's couch or being the victim of fratricide."

Kol stretched his legs out, leaning back, "I know, I know. I really don't want to hear my baby sister engaging in loud sex ever again. I won't be able to look the Salvatore in the eye for ages. And Nik's way too pretty for jail."

"That's right," Caroline nodded, returning to her makeup, ignoring the comment about Stefan's sex life (because she did not need the mental image. Ever). "Keep the kitchen and living room neat, too. I don't care what you do in your bedroom, but if you get my apartment infested with any sort of vermin, I will end you."

"You certainly are a violent thing, aren't you?"

Caroline ignored him, "We'll alternate weeks to do the grocery shopping. You will pick up everything on the list. Including the tampons." She paused, expecting a protest, but Kol seemed unconcerned, waiting for her to continue.

"I have a very demanding sister, Caroline. Lady products don't scare me."

"Good. Rent's due on the 5th of every month. My schedule is all over the place. Sometimes I work nights, sometimes I have early morning meetings so please try to keep it down when I'm sleeping."

"What is it you do again? Waitressing, or something? At parties."

"Event planning," Caroline corrected.

"Right. Is there a boyfriend I'll have to awkwardly share breakfast with occasionally?"

"Not at the moment. Which reminds me. Sex."

Kol leered at her, "You're giving me incredibly mixed signals."

"Again, in your dreams. I don't care if you entertain guests. But no sexual relations in common areas, and for god's sake play some music so I don't have to hear it."

"I'll do my best. Sometimes the ladies just can't control their volume though. I'm very talented, you see."

"Yeah. Once again that's not something I'll be finding out," Caroline asserted.

Kol shrugged, "Your loss."

Caroline refused to allow herself to be baited into exchanging barbs. She could already tell that riling her up was exactly what he was aiming for. "There's a folder on the kitchen table going over everything we've just talked about, and some other minor things. Read it before you move in tomorrow. Do you have any questions?"

"Just one. Are you sure about that lipstick?"

Caroline paused in applying and turned to look at him, "Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying, your dress is kind of an orange red. It doesn't really go."

Caroline took a small step back, looked in the mirror critically, and considered. And she hated it but he was kind of right.

"Told you. How about you go darker on the eyeliner and do a nude lip?" Kol suggested.

It would work, Caroline decided, and grudgingly picked up the black pencil. She had no idea where the beauty advice was coming from but at least there would be some perks to this roommate thing.

More Notes: Is it the beginning of a beautiful friendship? We shall see… (P.S. Klaus shows up soon!)