Okay, so this is basically ALL WRITTEN, I promise. I have two scenes to go in the draft for the last chapter.
This is basically a Hart of Dixie fusion that blew up on me. No knowledge of the show should be needed to read it. Klaus is Zoe and I have Caroline as a Lemon-Wade hybrid. This will be Baroline-friendship heavy (because I can't resist). I hope you guys like it as much as I liked writing it :)
Thank you to Morgan (honestgrins) for superhuman beta work and listening to me complain incessantly about this, and thank you to arrenemris for the cover. Dedicated to her, Laine (happy birthday! Gift one of two) and galvanizedfriend. Hope you enjoy!
"Hello, love."
Caroline glared determinedly at the drippings of someone's cajun fries that had formed a stubborn crust on the bartop, scrubbing them with an intense amount of concentration to avoid giving Klaus Mikaelson even a single moment of her precious time.
Unfortunately, Klaus didn't seem to be in the mood to respect her commitment to ignoring him.
"Caroline?"
"What?" she asked, resisting the urge to glance up at him.
"I'd like a drink."
"I'll get to you in a minute," Caroline said, hoping he'd walk away before she'd finished her cleaning job. Unfortunately, he lingered by the counter, waiting. She could feel his eyes on her as she worked, the prickle on the back of her neck just bothering her more.
"Okay, fine. What can I get you?" she asked, tossing the dirty rag into the bucket by the counter.
"Do you have specials?"
"None you'd like, since you don't like, what was it again?" she asked, tapping her chin dramatically, trying not to laugh at Klaus's expression, which was one of someone who knew they were about to be reminded of something they dearly wished they had not made the mistake of doing. "I think you called it 'small-town food'?"
"Let's say it's grown on me," Klaus said, sinking down into a chair at the bar and looking at her expectantly.
"Yeah, okay."
"Your customer service skills might be sub-par, sweetheart, but I didn't expect you to be quite so hostile."
"My customer service skills are not lacking," she bit out, resisting the urge to grab a bottle of vodka and crack it over his stupid smug head. "And I will remind you, again, that I have the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason, so please stop being a jerk."
"My apologies," he said, his dimples cutting into his cheeks. "Didn't mean to offend."
"You absolutely did, but I'll let it go for now. Can I get you something so that you'll stop bothering me?"
He seemed more amused than offended at her saccharine tone and frosty smile. It was infuriating. "Gin and tonic?"
"Coming right up."
XXX
[Caroline][8:22pm]: Doctor Dipshit is here again.
[Caroline][8:23pm]: to bother me
[Caroline][8:24pm]: why cant he go back to new york like he said he would
[Caroline][8:24pm]: just having Dr. Lockwood is a sufficient amount of doctors imo
[Caroline][8:24pm]: he's ruining my party
[Bonnie][8:27pm]: :(
[Bonnie][8:27pm]: Whats he doing?
[Caroline][8:28pm]: Existing. being annoying.
[Caroline][8:28pm]: he keeps calling me love
[Caroline][8:29pm]: its patronizing and the girls keep swooning about it because he's got an accent
[Caroline][8:29pm]: as though hot people cant be total assholes
[Caroline][8:30pm]: which he is
[Bonnie][8:31pm]: hot?
[Caroline][8:31pm]: no
[Caroline][8:31pm]: i mean OBJECTIVELY yes
[Caroline][8:32pm]: but not enough to outweigh that he is THE WORST
[Bonnie][8:33pm]: So Caroline
[Bonnie][8:33pm]: I'm just going to throw something out there
[Caroline][8:35pm]: ?
[Bonnie][8:35pm]: Just as a thought experiment
[Bonnie][8:36pm]: Do you think it's possible that you might like Klaus?
[Caroline][8:43pm]: ?
[Caroline][8:43pm]: WHAT
[Caroline][8:43pm]: No?
[Caroline][8:43pm]: He's a DICK
[Caroline][8:44pm]: totally rude
[Caroline][8:44pm]: and like WRONG
[Caroline][8:44pm]: about EVERYTHING
[Caroline][8:44pm]: he told me my cocktails were "fine"
[Caroline][8:44pm]: who DOES THAT
[Caroline][8:45pm]: they're so much better than FINE
[Caroline][8:45pm]: !
[Bonnie][8:46pm]: Caroline
[Caroline][8:46pm]: and when i told him that i was organizing the parade he LAUGHED
[Caroline][8:46pm]: AND he made fun of my bullet journal
[Caroline][8:47pm]: WHy would I EVER find that even SLIGHTLY attractive
[Bonnie][8:48pm]: Okay sorry
[Bonnie][8:48pm]: I was just asking
[Caroline][8:50pm]: well i dont
[Caroline][8:50pm]: he always comes to the bar with his dumb sleeves rolled up and his stupid dimples and BOTHERS me for NO REASON
[Bonnie][8:52pm]: Okay that description totally makes it sound like you hate him
[Caroline][8:55pm]: I do not like him
[Caroline][8:55pm]: He's a bad person
[Bonnie][8:56pm]: i hope you know im screenshotting this for my speech at your wedding
[Caroline][8:58pm]: hilarious.
[Caroline][8:59pm]: ugh he's coming back to the bar
[Caroline][8:59pm]: i'll ttyl. i have to tell him we don't serve french 75s for the eightieth time
XXX
"Jesus christ," Caroline muttered, kicking the lake water and fanning herself with her hand. The blistering heat and humidity was making her hair frizz, and an uncomfortable sweat was clinging to her skin. Her little house that she rented on the edge of the mayor's property didn't have air conditioning, unfortunately, and so she was stuck at the side of the lake trying desperately to cool down while little kids screamed and ran all over the place around her, their parents having given up on controlling them. It was too hot for sunbathing, but she'd slathered on sunscreen anyway, knowing she'd be out longer than she should.
"Hello, love. May I join you?"
She looked up to see Klaus standing beside her in swim trunks. He looked similarly miserable, his curls sticking to his face from sweat. "Yeah, sure," she said, trying to keep her traitor eyes from roving his torso. She scooted over slightly even though she didn't need to, gesturing for him to sit by her. He sank down, putting his feet in the water as well and sighing in relief.
"I hadn't realized it got quite so hot here."
Talking about the weather? Seriously?
"Does it get this hot in New York?" she asked, deciding to indulge him.
"Not really, no. And I grew up in London, which is quite foggy. It's definitely quite the change."
"Yeah, I guess it would take some getting used to."
"Yes. I used to live in an air-conditioned flat, you see," he said, dimples cutting into his cheeks, as though that was supposed to be cute.
"Oh, well golly, I'm sorry you're suffering without your usual amenities," she said dryly.
"I chose to come here, I suppose," he said, shrugging.
"Yeah, and so far I don't know why, since all you seem to do is say how much you hate it," Caroline said irritably. "This is my home, you know."
"It's just taking some getting used to," he said, sounding almost defensive. "In New York I had a doorman and air conditioning and a gym on the bottom floor of my apartment building."
"Yeah, and here we're peasants, I guess," she said with a toss of her hair. "I don't know why you're here if you hate it so much."
He had the decency to look a bit chastened at that. "My apologies. I'm here because Dr. Ansel was my birth father, and when he died he left me his medical practice," Klaus said. "I'm here to get more experience before I apply for a fellowship."
"Well, it'll be hard to get that experience if you're so obvious about hating it here that no one comes to you," Caroline pointed out.
Klaus smiled slightly, though it didn't seem happy. "Yes. Especially since if I don't bring in at least a third of the patients every month I can lose my stake in the practice."
"Well, maybe the reason you're not getting patients is because we know you want to skedaddle the second you can. People don't trust you."
"I can't fathom why people wouldn't trust me. I went to one of the best medical schools in the country-"
"Which means nothing here," Caroline snapped. "People don't care about your credentials, Klaus. They just want to feel heard and cared about. Dr. Lockwood has been here forever, and people trust him because he listens and cares about them. Maybe you should try it."
He seemed a bit lost at that.
"Anyway, I think I'm going to go for a swim," she said, deciding to give into the temptation to cool down. She felt uncomfortable, shifting on the lakeside, feeling the rocks dig into her thighs.
"In the lake?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No, in the dirt," she said sarcastically. "Where else?"
"This doesn't seem very sanitary," he said, grimacing at her piercing look.
"Well, if I get a disease from it I'll just have to come see you, won't I?"
He smiled slightly. "Not Dr. Lockwood?"
She shrugged. "I have a soft spot for helping the needy, I guess."
"I don't need your help, love," he said grumpily, his eyes lingering on her body as she stripped off her shirt and stood to shed her cutoffs, revealing the bikini she was wearing underneath. She lowered herself into the lake with a little splash, treading water and grinning at him.
"That's not what it sounded like," she said. "Anyway, if you want to risk a disease, you're welcome to join me."
She wasn't sure why she'd offered, but after an hour of splashing around and coaxing out dimpled grins and surprised laughs, she found she didn't regret it.
And if her eyes lingered on the way the water dripped off his forearms when they got out, that wasn't a big deal, right? It was okay to appreciate his body, even if he could be a jerk.
XXX
[Caroline][2:24am]: okay so hypothetically
[Caroline][2:25am]: for the sake of just like...a thought experiment
[Caroline][2:25am]: what if i did like doctor dipshit
[Caroline][2:25am]: but only because he has nice arms
[Caroline][2:26am]: not like for his personality or anything
[Caroline][2:27am]: ?
XXX
[Bonnie][8:02am]: jesus christ
XXX
"Hey, sorry I'm late," Bonnie said, dropping her purse by the door of the barn and walking over to where Caroline was sorting the decorations, sitting down beside her at the table.
"Totally fine! Want a beer?" Caroline chirped, already rooting around in the cooler Matt had brought. He'd left already, his duties as float-constructor finished except for the back part, which he would do after lunch, and now all that was left was for Caroline and Bonnie to decorate the float. They had two days, but people would probably flock to the bar after the Founder's Day parade, and she had to prepare the bar. It was best to get it done as early as possible.
"You're drinking?" Bonnie asked, her eyebrows raised.
Caroline shrugged. She knew it was probably not the greatest choice to be drinking while they did this, but she and Bonnie had been decorating floats every year since they could walk. Plus, all the building stuff was done. It's not like they were going to be carrying heavy objects.
She easily popped the beer top off with her keys, handing it to Bonnie and standing up, wiping her hands on her jeans and taking a swig of her own. "So, I was thinking like, a yellowy-green color palette this year? But pastel. Hey, I see your face, Bonnie Bennett, but I swear it'll look good at the end. Don't you trust my judgment?"
Bonnie pursed her lips. "I mean, about this? Yeah, I guess."
"What do you mean, about this? What don't you trust my judgment about?" Caroline asked, both dreading and knowing the answer.
"Whether people meant to be petty or not, whether you need to take a rest from a project, and men."
Ugh, Bonnie knew her too well.
"Hey, thinking people are trying to sabotage you in a beauty pageant is totally reasonable, especially one as important as Miss Mystic Falls," Caroline said haughtily. "And if I don't work hard, who will?"
Bonnie's lips twitched. "That's fair."
"And I don't have bad taste in men, Bonnie."
"That hasn't been my experience," Bonnie said dryly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Tyler? Stefan? Liam?"
Caroline wrinkled her nose, shoving a bag of deflated balloons at Bonnie, who sank down on a chair to use the air pump to blow them up. "Those were all outliers. My taste is fine."
"Caroline, those are all of your exes. You cannot have the whole sample be outliers. That's not how science works.."
"Matt was fine!"
"Yeah, one okay boyfriend in middle school does not a lifelong pattern make."
"That isn't the point," Caroline said impatiently, carefully measuring out the length of a streamer and cutting it off the roll. "The point is that Klaus is the worst person alive, basically. Sure, I think he's attractive. And smart. And funny. But he sucks, and I'd never date him."
"It does explain why you like him, though."
Caroline huffed, barely restraining herself from throwing a soft object at her best friend. "I...I can't believe I tell you anything."
"It's because I have good judgment. And give good advice," Bonnie said, beginning to pump the air into balloons.
"Yeah, that's true."
"So, other than crushing reluctantly on Klaus Mikaelson, what have you been up to?"
Caroline shrugged, the rip of tape cutting through the air before she answered as she carefully stuck the streamer to the float. "Nothing much. Just dealing with the bar and new stuff as it comes. I didn't realize it would be this hard, but it's been so..." she trailed off.
"Fulfilling?"
"Yeah! I like it a lot. It's nice to have control over my own schedule and to make all of the rules. I feel like it's going really well."
"That's great!"
"Yeah. The whole thing would crash and burn if I had to go on vacation, but other than that it's going pretty great," Caroline said, unable to suppress a smile. "I'm really proud of it."
"You should be!" Bonnie said encouragingly, taking another swig of her beer. "I'm happy to hear it."
"What are you up to, Bon? Other than book club and your online classes? How's Grams?"
Bonnie gave her a bright smile and started to tell Caroline all about what was going on in her life, and Caroline soaked it up, making mental notes of small things that she heard that she should follow up on later. Grams probably needed some home-cooked meals now that it was harder for her to get around by herself.
They worked companionably, joking and chatting about television shows they were watching and town gossip. They were interrupted after a few hours of decorating by Matt coming in, tugging a cart of heavy-looking wooden boards behind him. "Is that the stuff for the back of the float?" Caroline asked, perking up.
"Yep! Just let me know when you're almost done with the decorations and we can fit it on the back."
"Sure," Caroline said, taping the last streamer end to the float and backing up to assess their work critically, her eyes narrowed as she dragged her gaze over the entire cart, looking for flaws. "I think we're actually mostly done now. Anything else other than working on the back will overdo it."
Bonnie let out a sharp breath. "Thank god. I thought you were never going to let me finish."
Caroline shot a chastising look at her friend, though she honestly totally understood where Bonnie was coming from. It was hard work, and they'd both gone through a beer and a half to get through it.
"Do you need help with the boards, Matt?"
"Nope! I should be good to go. Just come back in an hour or so and you'll be able to do the back decorating parts."
"Sure!"
Caroline moved to get out of the way as Matt picked up a board, though when he swung it around to step to the back she took a step in the wrong direction, resulting in the board slamming into her side. She screamed in pain, and she heard the board clatter to the ground as Matt started apologizing frantically, Bonnie running up to look at the wound.
Caroline fought back tears. It hurt so much, her entire side in a huge amount of pain. "God, that hurt."
"It looked like it," Bonnie said, bending down to lift Caroline's shirt slightly to look at the bruise. "Yeah, that doesn't look good. We should go see Dr. Lockwood."
"He's out until next week on vacation, remember?" Caroline asked, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand to keep her from getting dirt on her face and making everything worse."
"Maybe you should see Klaus, then."
"Nope," Caroline said firmly. "Absolutely not. I'm totally fine."
"Yeah, you seem it," Bonnie said sarcastically as Caroline stumbled slightly trying to walk it off.
"I'm fine," Caroline repeated. "I just need to go home and lie down."
"If you say so," Matt said, shrinking at Bonnie's poisonous glance. "What? If she says she's fine..."
"Says the person who hit her with the board."
"It was an accident," Matt said defensively. "Seriously, Bon. Stop going all fierce protector on me."
Bonnie didn't apologize, not that Caroline expected her to, instead looking critically at the float before turning back to her. "Listen, how about Matt takes you home and then comes back and helps me finish up. I'll supervise him while he does the back, and then he'll help me decorate the rest. Right?"
Matt cowered under Bonnie's stern glare. "Yeah. Yeah. I can do that."
"Are you sure you can finish it?" Caroline asked nervously.
"Yes. It'll look good! I promise. Maybe not as good as it would if you stayed, but I really think that if you're not going to go to the doctor you should rest," Bonnie said firmly. "Okay?"
"I really want to work on the float," Caroline said reluctantly, recoiling under Bonnie's harsh glare. "But fine. I'll go rest. Text me pictures?"
"Of course," Bonnie said, clearly relieved Caroline was going to go home as directed. "Whatever you want as long as you stay in bed."
"Cross my heart," Caroline said, making the motion. "I'll totally rest for tonight."
"Any chance you'd stay in bed through tomorrow?"
"Nope! Bar's gonna bar. I need to be there."
"Okay. I guess that's as good a promise as I'm gonna get, huh?"
"Yep!"
"Let's go then," Bonnie said, nodding at Matt, who wiped his hands off on his jeans and took his keys out of his coat pocket. "I'll finish up what I can while he drops you off."
"Thanks, Bon. You're the best."
"Just rest. Promise?"
"Yeah. I promise."
XXX
"Thank you, love," Klaus said when Caroline approached with his tea, earning a raised eyebrow and a small smile.
"Wow, a real thank you? I feel like you're somehow doing better, despite your jerky personality," Caroline teased, bending down to put his tea in front of him, careful not to disturb her injury.
"I'm sure my mother's ears would burn from the other side of the Atlantic if I didn't mind my manners," he said with a dimpled grin. "D'you want to sit with me for a bit?"
She glanced around, realizing that there were no other customers and she was ahead of work for the day. She could probably make up an excuse, but Klaus could be fun to talk to.
"I guess," she said, sitting down slowly. If he noticed how gingerly she was moving, he didn't comment, taking another sip of his tea.
"How's your third month?"
"Of the bar being open? It's going fine. I think everyone's sort of getting the hang of how things are supposed to work."
"I'm glad to hear that, love."
"And you? How's work going?"
"Better. I'd say that I wished people would come in with more interesting problems than the normal sort, but it's giving me enough for my quota, and I suppose it can't be helped in a community this small."
"Oh right, your issues with small-town problems," Caroline said dryly, grinning at Klaus's exasperated look.
"It's not necessarily a small-town problem. New York just had a bit more of a variation in the cases by virtue of having more people."
"I'm just teasing," Caroline reassured him, grinning. "It'll probably take awhile for people to trust you with the crazier stuff. I know you're used to dealing with more interesting things, but everyone's been going to Dr. Lockwood for like, 20 years. Just give it time and people will start trusting you with their weirder problems."
"You're right," he said, with all the enthusiasm of someone about to go in for a root canal.
"How much did that hurt to say?" Caroline teased, unable to stifle her smile at Klaus's glare.
"Enough that you'll likely never hear it again."
"Sounds fake, but okay. I'm going to grab a water. Do you want another tea?" Caroline asked, getting up and hissing as red-hot pain shot up her side, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
"What's wrong?" Klaus asked sharply, his gaze scanning her up and down before landing on her hand, which was pressed against her side. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," she said quickly, knowing from how his spine straightened and his eyes narrowed that the quick reassurance was the wrong thing to say.
"You don't look it. Where are you hurt?"
"I'm just a little sore from when I accidentally got hit with the board. It's not a big-"
"You what?"
"We were building the founder's day float and-It's not important. Look, the point is that I'm fine."
"Where did you get hit?"
"Klaus-"
"Caroline, it could be serious," he said impatiently, steering her to a chair and gently pushing her to sit, his eyebrows shooting up when she hissed in pain. "Where are you sore?"
"If I let you look and see that I'm fine will you leave me alone?"
"I doubt you'll be 'fine', but if you are, then yes. Can you lift up your shirt for me? Just the waist."
She obeyed, wincing when he gently brushed his fingers along her swollen skin, his lips pressed in a thin line. "When did you get hit?"
"Two days ago. I googled it and I think it's a bruised rib, so I-"
"You thought you bruised a rib and you didn't come in to see me?"
"The medical website thing said I just had to ice it and take a ton of Advil. I knew if I went in you'd get all weird."
"Weird?" Klaus repeated exasperatedly. "You mean that I'd put you on bed rest?"
"Yeah, and I have things to do."
"The bar can survive a few days without you, I'm sure."
"But it doesn't need to. Because I'm fine."
"A self-diagnosed bruised rib isn't fine, Caroline. Let me take you to the office."
"Klaus, seriously. It's not a big deal."
"I'll be the judge of that, shall I?"
"You shan't," Caroline said firmly. "If you care that much I'll go see Dr. Lockwood when he gets back on Monday."
"Too late. What if it's not just bruised? Come on, Caroline. I promise that it'll take an hour or less. If you're as fine as you say you are, you'll be back on your feet in no time."
She huffed, weighing her options. Klaus wouldn't stop bothering her until she went, and she had things to do. Sure, he'd overreact, but hopefully if she played along he'd trust her enough to leave her alone and she could go back to work. "Fine."
He looked relieved, holding his hand to help her out of her seat. She didn't take it, breezing past him and trying her best not to look like she was in pain with every step.
He'd just use that to say she should stay home.
She bristled when he kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye while they walked the few blocks to the doctor's office, clearly checking for any sign of pain. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what, love?"
"Like I'm about to collapse."
His lips twitched. "My apologies, sweetheart."
He held the door to the office open for her and nodded to Camille, the girl who worked at the front desk.
"You have a patient waiting," Camille said, nodding at Aurora, who was sitting in the waiting room contentedly tapping away at her phone.
"She can wait. It'll be quick," Klaus said, waving Camille off impatiently. "Right this way, love."
He watched with suspicious eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto the examination table, successfully fighting off a wince. He didn't seem convinced that she was fine, though, sitting on a rolling stool and scooting towards her. "This will be easier if you take off your jumper."
She snorted. "Jumper?"
"I can call Camille in to supervise, if you like."
"Supervise?" Caroline asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Yes, to ensure I'm doing nothing untoward. It's normal practice now. Perhaps not in small-town Virginia, but in New York it's fairly common."
"Oh, of course. You and your special New York doctoring. Far be it from me to prevent you from practicing however it makes you comfortable."
"It's entirely up to you," he said, clearly making an effort to keep his tone pleasant, though she could hear the twinge of irritation.
"No reason to bother her if it'll be quick," Caroline said, reaching to take off her sweater, the sudden movement making her wince, though she set it and her blouse on the table beside the chair, wincing when Klaus reached to touch her ribs, pressing gently and shooting her an apologetic look when she let out an involuntary yelp of pain.
"My inclination is to say it's a cracked rib rather than a bruised one, though we'd have to get x-rays to know for sure. Treatment for either is roughly the same, though the cracked rib would take longer to heal. It's possible that it's broken, but I highly doubt it. We could also see that through an x-ray. Would you like me to write you a referral to Whitmore General? Or would you rather act as if it's cracked just to be safe and stay off your feet for a few weeks?"
"Both of those options suck."
He gave her an unrepentant dimpled smile. "I'm aware. However, the important thing is to know for sure whether you can work, and to that I'd recommend not."
"Not possible. We just got started and my staff are barely competent with me there. Who knows what a disaster it would be without me."
"I understand, love. However, I don't think it's best to risk harming yourself further. Then I'd have to insist you go to Whitmore General, and that would tear you away from your bar even longer. Put an ice pack on it with a cloth underneath it for twenty minutes a few times a day, all right?"
"I can't afford to take off that long!"
"Look, at least this way you can go there to supervise, even if you can't do anything strenuous."
"But-"
"And I'll help you out for a few days, if you're so concerned," he said.
Her jaw dropped, something he found rather amusing if his smirk was any indication. Jerk.
"You'd do that?"
"To keep you from further injuring yourself? Of course."
XXX
[Caroline][8:08pm]: Hey
[Caroline][8:08pm]: Can you do me a huge favor?
[Bonnie][8:11pm]: What kind of favor?
[Caroline][8:11pm]: I need you to deal with Klaus at the bar tomorrow
[Bonnie][8:12pm]: When did he become Klaus
[Caroline][8:12pm]: Doctor dipshit is too long to type every time
[Bonnie][8:13pm]: Uh huh
[Caroline][8:14pm]: What's that supposed to mean?
[Bonnie][8:14pm]: Nothing
[Bonnie][8:14pm]: Anyway, what do you mean deal with Klaus?
[Caroline][8:15pm]: Ever since he decided I was injured, he's been working at the bar to make sure I don't """strain myself"""
[Bonnie][8:17pm]: He didn't decide anything.
[Caroline][8:17pm]: And he's been super annoying the entire time
[Bonnie][8:17pm]: You literally cracked a rib.
[Bonnie][8:17pm]: You're injured.
[Caroline][8:18pm]: Not the point Bon
[Caroline][8:18pm]: THE POINT
[Caroline][8:18pm]: Is that I do not want to have to watch him march around the bar the whole day giving him critiques on his performance
[Caroline][8:19pm]: And having him do that stupid dimple thing
[Bonnie][8:19pm]: CRITIQUE HIM ON HIS PERFORMANCE
[Caroline][8:19pm]: And watch him like, lift things with his arms
[Caroline][8:20pm]: God that is NOT what I meant Bonnie
[Bonnie][8:20pm]: Oh my god
[Bonnie][8:20pm]: But you wish it was
[Caroline][8:21pm]: We've been over this, Bonnie. I think he's hot but undateable
[Bonnie][8:22pm]: It doesn't have to be a date, Caroline.
[Bonnie][8:22pm]: You can just have sex with him. It's allowed.
[Caroline][8:23pm]: I don't do no strings attached, Bon. You know that.
[Bonnie][8:23pm]: And anyway, I can't do it tomorrow. I have plans.
[Caroline][8:24pm]: Plans?
[Bonnie][8:24pm]: Yes. Plans. I have book club.
[Caroline][8:24pm]: I know but can't you just skip book club to do me a teeny favor
[Caroline][8:25pm]: Please?
[Bonnie][8:25pm]: No.
[Caroline][8:25pm]: please please please please
[Bonnie][8:25pm]: No.
[Caroline][8:25pm]: please please please please please pleaseeeeeee
[Caroline][8:26pm]: Consider it your birthday gift. It's basically my birthday anyway.
[Bonnie][8:26pm]: It is not "basically your birthday"
[Bonnie][8:26pm]: Your birthday is in October.
[Bonnie][8:26pm]: It is AUGUST.
[Caroline][8:27pm]: Two months is close!
[Bonnie][8:27pm]: I'm sorry, Caroline. You're going to have to suffer drooling over his arms all by your lonesome.
[Bonnie][8:28pm]: Though I might drop by for lunch just to see whether you two have boned already.
[Bonnie][8:28pm]: And to check on your well-being, obviously.
I hope you liked it! Did you like the Baroline friendship? The beginnings of Klaus and Caroline's relationship? Any predictions for the next chapter? Excited to see Klaus work at the bar? Please let me know your comments! Reviews help me stay inspired :)
