Klaroline MashUp Event. Day One: Sentence prompt: "Are you taking his side against me?"

Friends In Odd Places.

Caroline age 13. Klaus age 18. AU/AH (Starts with a young friendship and then meeting later in life.)


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Klaus grunted as he pulled on his tie uncomfortably. This was supposed to be a casual business lunch with a relaxed atmosphere. Though in his older brother Elijah's opinion the term relaxed simply meant forgoing the standard suit coat and replacing it with a sports jacket.

One must still adhere to a proper professional personal Niklaus.

He could hear his brother's words echoing inside his mind. He didn't know why he needed to be here for this meeting in the first place. It was only a chance for their father and Mr. Lockwood to drink and speak of golf or other such nonsense. All the while his two older brothers would sit dutifully beside them while he sat bored out of his mind gaining nothing but scathing glares from his Father.

The sweltering heat of the small southern town in America was once again making Klaus wish he could have stayed back in London with his Mother and three younger siblings. Instead he was stuck here under the strict thumb of his Father in attempts to force him into learning the family business.

Having graduated and freshly turned eighteen, interning at Mikaelson Enterprises while going to business school was not on his personal radar. As sweat dripped down his back, his mind drifted to the acceptance letter from a very prestigious fine art university that was hidden beneath his mattress back home.

Klaus sighed as he caught the sight of his dullard brother Finn giving him a reprimanding look from inside the small bar and grill. He rolled his eyes, turning away as if he didn't notice while thinking that the residences of this town were obviously lacking any creativity, naming the establishment, The Grill.

How utterly original and completely boring. He sneered in his mind.

In attempts not to sour his mood any more than it already was, he turned a critical and artist eye to his surroundings.

The small seemingly boring town did have a certain hometown-USA quality about it. The old yet well cared for buildings with their many shops dotted what he assumed was aptly named, Main Street. An overly large gazebo stood in the town square and the vast shrubbery and flowers were so well kept and picturesque that it sent a tiny spark of inspiration down to his fingers.

The scenery would look lovely, almost whimsical, done up in oil pastels.

His attention turned to the locals who were milling about.

Small children with ice cream slathered on their faces skipped beside with their parents as they chatted away. A young blonde girl stood dejectedly at the side of the street as a local sheriff's car drove off after she had barely closed the passenger door. Teenage boys stood in groups gawking as girls strutted by pretending to ignore them. A few of the girls were not shy as they blatantly checked him out, slowing their speeds in pointless hopes that he would feel inspired enough to speak to them.

They had a better chance with the local males gawking at them. He scoffed to himself.

Unlike most young men his age, he wanted no part of the typical summer fling. Not after the hell he had just went through with his last failed romance.

Klaus deliberately turned, avoiding one brave girl who, after much ribbing from her friends, began walking as if trying out as a runway model in his direction. He smirked as he began walking away, picking up on her irate huff and her friends mocking tittering.

Once he was a safe distance away, he went back to scanning the area just taking in the activity around him to avoid going back inside. It was then that he heard an enraged screech of a girl and the jeering laughter of a pair of boys.

"Give that back!" The little blonde girl he remembered seeing getting out the Sherriff's car yelled. She ran between the two, trying in vain to take back her satchel as the two boys play a cruel game of monkey-in-the-middle.

"Come on Bean-Pole!"

"Yeah, you can do better than that!"

The little girl stomped her foot, "Knock it of Brady! And I saw your Dad's car here Tyler. I'll find him and I'll tell!"

The young lad's, who he assumed to be Tyler, face grew livid and red as he jogged up to her, "You wouldn't dare." He snarled as the other boy held tight her to satchel just inches behind him.

Klaus fully expected the young blonde, who looked to be around his sister Rebekah's age of thirteen, to cower under the boys menacing stance. He was pleasantly surprised to see he was very wrong about her character.

The girl stepped in close, lessening her vivid blue eyes as she hissed, "Watch me." Before spinning on her heels with her blonde hair whacking Tyler in the face to no doubt do as she threatened.

Only she didn't make it far.

Tyler curled his lip and gnashed his teeth before forcefully shoving her in the back with both hands. "You're such a brat Caroline!"

Klaus jumped into action, his only thoughts of saving the poor brave girl who reminded him of his baby sister from a terrible crash to the pavement. He stooped down, catching her face down in his arms right before impact. Gently turning her over to face him, Klaus brushed the hair off her face taking the soft tone he always used when his younger siblings were on the verge of crying to help calm them, "Are you alright Sweetheart?"

Her blue eyes were rapidly filling with tears as she blinked up at him in shock. He was pleased to see her regain her senses, extracting herself from his arms with a steely glaze taking over her eyes, effectively banishing her tears away as though never existed.

"I'd be much better if they'd give my bag back." She clenched her fist as she leveled the boys with an angry glare.

Klaus stood from the ground, dusting his pants off, "Well you heard the Lady," He spoke nonchalantly before aiming a withering glare towards the two boys and growling, "She would like her things back so I suggest you hand them over with an apology before I lose my temper."

He could read from their faces that the two headstrong boys would like nothing more than to spit at his threat. But instead, they choose the wiser course of action with Brady shoving the bag in Caroline's direction as both murmured, "Sorry."

Klaus mockingly held his hand up to his ear, "Pardon? I didn't quite catch that."

"We're sorry we took you bag Caroline." Brady announced begrudgingly.

"And I'm sorry I pushed you." Tyler added through clenched teeth.

Caroline slung her bag over her shoulder with her head held high, "I'll take your apologies under consideration."

Klaus bit back a chuckle at the steel of her spine and the grace of her words. Lifting a lofty brow at the boys, they grumbled under their breaths as they realized they had been dismissed.

"Thanks." Caroline whispered timidly, drawing his attention back to her.

Klaus gave her a small courtly bow with a dimpled grin, "No need for thanks. It was my honor to help a fair maiden in distress."

Caroline giggled with her hand over her lips, "You talk funny."

Klaus feigned offence, "Wow. Here I was, helping a damsel in distress and she mocks my accent."

Caroline's chubby cheeks turned red as she offered him a mumbled, "Sorry."

"It's quite alright Sweetheart." He leaned down with a staged whisper, "Truth be told you all talk funny to me."

They shared a laugh and Klaus opened his mouth to continue but was interrupted by his stiff older brother.

"Niklaus, I think your quick trip for some air has taken long enough. It's time to return to the meeting with Father." Elijah spoke crisply while not making eye contact with his brother.

"He was helping me get my bag back from a couple of jerks." Caroline piped in, not liking the way this man was snubbing her new friend and rescuer.

Elijah took notice of the young girl for the first time. Catching the similar resemblance to their sister back home, knowing that was more than likely what prompted Klaus into action. "I see that he was successful in that endeavor, but now he is needed elsewhere." Elijah tried to give her a semblance of a smile but the ridged quality of it sat strangely in Caroline's gut.

Klaus huffed, rolling his eyes at his brother before turning a soft smile to Caroline. Picking up her hand he placed a tender friendly kiss to her knuckles, "It was an honor to make you acquaintance My Lady. Do try and steer clear of such ruffians in the future."

Caroline giggled sweetly with a blush infusing her cheeks once more, "It was nice to meet you too." She stressed, playfully mocking his way of talking once again.

Both turned in opposite directions, going about their day. Klaus feeling bored out of his mind yet having to pretend to be paying attention while trying not to huff as the talks turned to golf. While Caroline avoided people all together, going to her favorite spot in town, soon forgetting all about the older teenager she would likely never see again.

It was only a few days later that they stumbled across each other again.

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After a rather nasty fight with his Father, Klaus was left behind at the Bed and Breakfast they had taken up residence in for the summer. It was meant to be a form of punishment but for Klaus it only meant freedom.

He had taken his knapsack containing his art supplies and set off on a walk through the woods hoping to find a calming and quiet place to spend his time with his sketchbook. That was when he spotted her. Her chubby baby face was scrunched up in deep concentration with a notebook propped up on her thin wiry legs. He instantly recognized what she was up to by the long smooth swipes of her pencil.

Creeping in silently, he stopped a few feet behind her, peering over her shoulder to see the lovely flower she was currently attempting, quiet well in fact, at drawing.

"You know a charcoal pencil would be better to work with than a standard lead pencil. It gives you the capability to capture the realistic nature of that flower."

Caroline jumped at the familiar sound of his voice, twisting her upper body around to glare up at him, "For all your proper speech, you'd think your Mother would have taught you better manners than to sneak up on a person."

Klaus laughed deeply causing her to huff. "My apologies Caroline. I fear my Mother had a rough go of it trying to instill proper codes of conduct when it came to me."

Caroline tried to keep a stern look upon her face but failed miserably with his great big puppy dog eyes. She scoffed with an eye roll and with a wave of her hand pointed at the fallen tree she was leaning against, "Whatever. I guess since you're already here you might as well join me."

Klaus settled down next to her, pulling out his supplies as he asked, "So I know why I am all alone this summer, being so far away from home and my friends and all, but why are you out here alone? Shouldn't you be off playing some sort of games with your friends?"

Caroline tossed her head back with a groan, "I would be at cheerleading camp with Elena but my Mom refuses to ask my Dad for help so we didn't have the money for me to go. Elena's one of my best friends and I have to spend the summer without her because after cheer camp she gets to go on this summer long family vacation. Which totally sucks because my other friend Bonnie was forced into spending her entire summer with her Dad. And of course, my own Dad chose skip our annual two-week trip together." Her eyes flashed with a mix of hurt and rage as she gripped her notebook tightly and continued snidely, "He'd rather spend time getting to know his boyfriend's daughter instead. And the only time she could do it was during my Dad's only vacation time during the summer because her Mom planned out some big lavish trip to California while my Mom won't even take a stupid day off."

Caroline paused in her rant, a pink hue staining her cheeks as she looked at him sheepishly, "Sorry I tend to talk too much. At least that's what people tell me."

"No need to apologize Sweetheart. I find your exuberance refreshing. It actually reminds me of my sister back home." She smiled at him and went back to her drawing, leaving him to watch her. He felt a pang of sorrow for the younger girl. She should be spending her summer having fun with her family and friends, yet instead everyone either had left for other ventures or decided to spend their time doing other things. "Wait a moment. Did you say your father's boyfriend?"

Caroline giggled at his shocked face, "Picked up on that did you? Yeah, a lot of people were just as surprised when they found out. No one more than my Mother."

"I'm sure." He smirked.

"Yup. We were the talk of the town for a few months until it was discovered that Mr. Lockwood was having an affair with his secretary. With him being the Mayor of the town and all that it caused quite a stir. But that one blew over too when my friend Matt's Mom was caught sleeping with a high school boy. He had just turned eighteen but still. So you might want to watch out for her. She likes to hang around the bars a lot."

"I'll do that, thanks for the tip." Klaus reached into his bag and pulled out the case holding his pencils, "Here," He said as he handed her the pencil he had told her about when he frightened her, "Try this for the shading."

The summer continued on this way. The two of them meeting up at the Falls or in other areas of the town that Caroline knew would offer them both the solitude they craved from those who did not understand them as well as inspiration for their art. The weeks they spent together left them bonding over their mutual love of art as well as their dysfunctional families. Klaus opened up to her about when he had turned eleven they had discovered that he was in fact not his Father's son but a product of an affair his mother had had with a traveling artist. About the abuse he suffered as the result and how he did not want to follow in his older brothers' footsteps and dreamed of going off to cultivate his art.

Caroline offered him a reprieve from the chaos whenever he was around his Father and brothers and Klaus in turn took her under his wing as he wished he could do with Rebekah. Having so many siblings under one roof made it hard to be the sole provider of advice and life lessons, but with Caroline being an only child it gave him the opportunity to do so now.

It was nearing the end of the summer, they were deep inside the woods and having stumbled upon a flock of migrating birds they stopped to draw what they discovered. It had been silent and peaceful, nothing but the sounds of chirping birds and the scratching of pencils on paper when Caroline suddenly asked, "Why do you spend all your time with me when all the pretty, older girls in town are always trying to gain your attention? I thought summer flings were a rite of passage for older teenagers?"

Klaus grinned softly, staying focused on his sketchbook, "Why would I want to waste my time with them, when I am already with the most beautiful girl around?" He chuckled at her blush on her chubby cheeks he caught from the corner of his eyes.

She scoffed, "Oh please. I may be young but I'm not stupid."

Klaus frowned and stopped working to look at her, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not beautiful Klaus. I'm young but I'm not naïve. You don't have to say things like that to make me feel better." She turned back to her own sketchbook, the one that Klaus had insisted she have instead of the regular lined paper notebook she had been using, only to have him snatch it from her hands as he turned to face her.

"You have a light inside you Caroline that sets you apart from all I have ever known. You are the same age as my sister, yet nowhere near as bratty. You hold the intelligence of one twice your years. As unconventional as it may seem, I enjoy our time together and would be honored to be considered your lifelong friend." His voice was filled with a sagely knowledge that had Caroline hooked on his every word. "And as far as your outer beauty," He teasingly pinched her cheek earning him a swat on the arm, "despite your keen mind with its dizzying intellect and view of the world around you, you are still a child Sweetheart." He rushed to continue not wanting to hurt her young sensitive feelings, especially considering that no matter how much she tried to hide it he knew of her childhood infatuation with him, "Baby fat recedes and shifts with age. You should have seen me at thirteen, a gangly little thing I was. I see you growing into one of the most beautiful women on the planet. So stunning that men would fall at your feet for a simple smile."

"Why would they fall?" She titled her head as she asked naively.

Klaus chuckled before giving her arm a brotherly pat, "You will understand one day Caroline. But I would ask you to promise me one thing…" He trailed off hesitantly as his mind drifted.

"What's that?"

"Never settle for someone who is unworthy of you. Don't give in simply because someone gives you the attention and affection you crave." His voice carried a melancholy hint that Caroline did not miss.

"Is that what you did?" She asked him gently.

A mocking grin took over his pressed lips, "Yes. And I truly wish I had not wasted my time and allowed myself to be subjected to and pulled in by her charms. Maybe then my brother would still speak to me as he used to."

Caroline's forehead wrinkled in confusion, "What does that have to do with your brother?"

Klaus rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed uncomfortably, "I met this girl, she was a few years older than I, at a local festival. I was taken with her instantly. We flirted and spent the night together until the festival closed. We exchanged numbers and met up a few times after that. It wasn't until a few weeks into our relationship that Elijah came home for a visit from University, excited to finally introduce his lady love to the family that I discovered his lady love and mine were one in the same."

Caroline placed her hand on his arm, "That must have sucked. But I don't see why your brother would be mad at you, she was the one cheating on him."

Klaus glanced at her before quickly looking away again.

"Klaus?" Caroline asked almost afraid to voice what she was beginning to suspect.

"I never uttered a word to Elijah. I went about the dinner as if meeting her for the first time until I could corner her privately. It turned out she discovered I was Elijah's brother shortly after we had met. She claimed she could not choose between us for she cared too much for us both." Klaus gently shook her hand off his arm to frustratingly run his fingers through his hair, "I know I should have told Elijah, or at the very least backed off. But I didn't. I wanted, no I needed her to choose me. To find me the better man." Klaus shook his head and laughed harshly, "In the end we both lost her to yet another man she was seeing. But she made sure to leave us both with a parting gift. She had us both meet her at a local café, neither of us knew it at the time but she decided to come clean and admit to seeing us both as well as this other bloke. Since then, Elijah can barely stomach to look at me."

"Well that explains the first day I met you." Klaus looked at her questioningly, "When he came out I thought it was just being a stuck-up jerk with the way he wouldn't even look in your direction. Guess now I know why."

"And I guess you too will not be able to stomach looking at me either." Klaus muttered self-deprecatingly.

"I definitely don't approve of what you did. After you found out that she was cheating on your brother you should have spoken up." She watched as a sadness filled his gray eyes, and continued softly, "But it doesn't mean you aren't still my friend. People make mistakes and you didn't do anything to me. Plus," She smirked trying to lighten the mood, "I've heard that people do crazy things when it comes to love. Heck! My Mom was in denial about my Dad for so long that she told everyone he had left her for a woman for months."

They smiled, the heavy mood lifting as they continued with their drawing until the sun was ready to set, forcing them to leave the woods before nightfall.

As all things tend to go, especially when dealing with your youthfully years, they come to an end.

With the summer coming to a close, Klaus had to leave and go back home with his family. Caroline had tried so hard not to cry the last time she saw him. She had grown to like having an older brother figure in her life. Though she liked to think of him more like that very distant cousin, the one you could have a small crush on but knew it could and should not ever happen.

What Klaus had assumed would be a terrible way to spend his summer, stuck in some small town in America being forced into following his brother's footsteps, had turned into a peaceful reprieve. And it was all because of Caroline. He made her promise to stay in contact, even when all the boys undoubtedly chased her as she went back to school, through emails. That had earned him her patented eyeroll and a cheeky slap on the arm with a back handed barb to stay away from already spoken for girls.

They did stay in contact for a while but life had a way of getting in the way. A newly budding and blossoming teenage girl got distracted by cheerleading and boys who did not deserve her, while he was caught up in even more family drama and fall outs before he struck out on his own, leaving home for good.

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10 Years Later. (Ages 23 and 28)

Caroline set her keys on the counter of her small apartment, groaning after a long day's work. After graduating college early, much like she did in high school, she had taken the inheritance money her Dad had left her after he died and struck out for something new.

She had taken her love of art and spun it into a career of jewelry design. Proudly she had graduated at the top of her class and already had a leg up in the world of jewelry and accessories design with plenty of investors to back her newly started business.

She had visited New York City shortly after graduation, scouting for a venue to open her shop but had went back to California feeling dejected that nothing had felt right. It had been on a whim that she went with a few of her friends to New Orleans to celebrate Mardi Gras and ended up stumbling across the perfect little shop. A few of her investors had pulled out, not seeing her location choice as the gem it truly was. But between her inheritance and the few investors she had left, she was sure to be up and running within a month.

She eyed the ceiling scathing. That is, if her noisy upstairs neighbor would ever turn his damn music off and let her get some sleep.

She scoffed out loud, talking to herself as she pulled her phone from her purse, "I don't care if he does have good taste in music. I have had enough! I'm sure the asshat isn't even home half the time. Who leaves their damn music blaring anyways?!"

Punching the contact information for her landlord a little too aggressively she tapped her foot as she waited for him to answer.

"Miss Forbes, I hope you aren't having any trouble with your apartment already. You've just moved in a week ago." His thick southern accent sounded chipper through the phone, leading her to respond happily that she caught him in a good mood.

"No, I'm not. Well, not with the apartment anyways, it's as lovely as you promised it would be. It's more trouble with one of my neighbors."

"Oh?" He sounded surprised, "I've never heard any complaints about any of them before. Who are you talking about and what's the issue?"

"Whoever it is that lives above me that's who!" She widened her eyes, throwing her arm out, emphasizing her distress as if he could see her through the phone, "He keeps odd hours and has music playing all hours of the night. I can hardly get any sleep! It clearly states in the rental agreement that…"

The man cleared his throat forcefully, sending static through the phone, "The tenant above you has lived there for the past five years and helps to maintain the building. He's a saint. He even helps my Mother, who lives on the first floor, with her errands and groceries. If he likes to have his music playing at all hours of the day and night I cannot find fault in him."

Caroline paused in shock over his outburst before wincing her eyes as she hissed, "Are you taking his side against me?" She snatched up her rental agreement from the counter, pacing and waving it wildly, "The rental agreement clearly states…"

The man on the line cut her off gruffly, "I am very aware of what it says since I was the one to draft it. I will talk to him about the volume of his music but might I suggest you buy a set of earplugs Miss Forbes."

Caroline pulled her phone away from her ear with a stunned huff, "He hung up on me."

Irritated she slammed her phone on the counter before flouncing off to her room to change. She needed to get out of this apartment and let loose for the night. Cami, who she had met on her first trip to New Orleans and quickly became friends with, did say she was working the bar tonight and she was dying to meet this Marcel guy that had her new friend going all gaga.

Later that night Caroline was finishing what she planned to be the last drink of the evening. She swirled her straw in her glass as she watched Cami lean over the bar, giggling with sparklingly eyes at whatever Marcel had just whispered to her. Caroline had decided quickly after meeting the man that he had her stamp of approval.

Unlike the persistent jerk who was still sitting next to her after her many, in her opinion, glorious rebuffs to dissuade him from seeking her attention. Most men cowered under her icy glare but this guy, this guy seemed to get off on it.

"Oh come on Love, give a bloke a chance." His rich accented voice was spoken as a dare, but she was not falling for it and she kept her gaze on the couple at the end of the bar.

The Jerk, as she had mentally dubbed him having not cared to learn his name, had been chasing after her and trying to gain her name all night. Sometimes, when she actually looked at him, Caroline felt as if she knew him from somewhere but couldn't quite put a finger on it. She just shrugged it off, ultimately deciding that, due to his unfailing persistence and his inability to take, go away, as an answer, that it must be that he remind her of all the mistakes she had made with the men she dated in the past. That and the hint of possessiveness in his features as he stared at her reminded her too much of the relationship she had recently gotten out of with Tyler. She was not looking to be involved with someone like that again.

She felt his finger trail lightly on the bare skin of her arm, swatting it away she scoffed, "You know I made the mistake of not listening to someone's advice too many times in my life already. I moved here for a fresh start and have finally decided to live my life by those words."

The fire and light in her vivid blue eyes held him enthralled as he leaned in closer, "And what words would those be Sweetheart?"

The way his voice wrapped around the term of endearment sparked a tiny memory within her but she brushed it off as a coincident of just who's advice she was quoting and the accent being so similar, "Never settle for someone who is unworthy of you. Don't give in simply because someone gives you the attention or affection you crave." The way his eyes widened and his breath caught made her feel a little nervous as she lifted her hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

His eyes were drawn to the bird tattooed on her wrist, a small hummingbird that looked suspiciously like his own artwork. He absentmindedly rubbed the spot on his upper arm where the tattoo of a feather bursting into a flock of birds, flying towards their freedom, laid. His thoughts then drifted to the clever little girl who had drawn it for him before he left at the end of a summer so long ago. She told him it was meant to give him the inspiration to be free from the confines of what his family wanted for his life and to find a way to break free and live his life by his own terms.

"Caroline?" He asked tentatively.

"How do you know my name?" She asked quickly and for the first time that evening he was no longer just another handsome jerk in the crowd. She lessened her eyes as she inspected him further, truly gazing into his gray eyes for the first time that evening, "Klaus?" she gasped.

Klaus smiled widely, his dimples that had made her swoon all those years ago on full display, "I see that I was correct."

"Correct about what?" She grinned as she tilted her head to the side flirtatiously.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes dancing as he took her in, "That you would grow to be so beautiful and stunning that men would literally fall to their feet for a simple smile."

She laughed lightly, glancing down before looking at him from beneath her thick lashed, "Well I don't see you falling."

Klaus smirked and with a waggle of his eyebrows he promptly stood from his stool and fell to his knees on the floor bringing a beaming smile and laughter from Caroline's lovely lips.

They spent the remainder of the night catching up, Caroline learning how he had left home and had recently opened his own art gallery in the city. They shared a laugh over how funny Fate could be, what with her preparing to open she own shop not a block away from his.

They shared yet another laugh at Fate's design when they discovered they lived in the same building after he offered to walk her home.

"So, you must be the new tenant that called to complain about me." He grinned shamelessly.

"So you must be the vampire staying up all night blaring his music?" She tossed right back as he held the main door to the lobby open for her.

"Guilty as charged." Klaus grinned cheekily before rubbing his chin thoughtfully as they walked up the stairs to the second floor, "Though I suppose I can forgo my planned retaliation of blasting the music even louder now that I know it is you and not some harpy of a woman. Though I will ask for one same thing."

"Oh? And what's that oh creature of the night?" She snickered as they stopped in front of her door.

Klaus casually leaned against the wall beside her door, "A date."

Caroline groaned in mock contempt, "I suppose if it keeps you from blaring your music then I must."

Klaus played along and gasped feigning offence with a hand placed over his heart, "You wound me Sweetheart, I happen to be quite the catch."

"Oh I'm sure. Seeing any girls lately that are already spoken for?" She teased.

Klaus winced, forgetting for a moment that he had informed her of that particular incident. "No, I've made it a point not to see anyone who is already taken."

Caroline pretended to mull it over as she unlocked her door. Stepping inside, but holding the door against her side as a way of telling him that he was not being invited in. She bit her lower lip as he waited with baited breath before nodding, "Pick me up here at Seven O'clock."

Klaus nodded with his lips curved into a knowing grin, "I'll see you tomorrow Caroline."

That night Caroline grinned as she got settled in her bed, her thick comforter wrapped around her like a cloud.

The music playing from upstairs was a soothing jazz mix and was turned down so softly it lulled her to sleep.

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I hope you all enjoyed my Day One drabble for the Klaroline MashUp Event. Look for another one (or two) tomorrow!