01:00 a.m. Caroline's apartment

(right after he took her home in her drunken state)

"Caroline… can you please go back to sleep?" He was tired, and exhausted. He didn't mind watching her sleep, which did sounded creepy a little in his head, and thus, he took his eyes away from her. However, she was awake again. And the drunk Caroline was totally uncontrollable. And the fact that the drunk version of Caroline was highly irresistible to him was not doing him any good at that moment.

"NO!" she pouted her lips, popping her eyes out, like the kids do when they feel sleepy and still doesn't want to go to bed.

"Why?"

"I am not sleepy."

"Caroline… you wanted me to stay here, and now I am here. What else do you need?"

"As if you can give me what I want." She huffed crossing her arms across her chest.

"What does that suppose to mean?" His brows furrowed making a v shape on his forehead.

"You really wanna know what that means?"

He stared at her blankly, trying to figure out what she meant. However, her advances made it clear for him. She came towards him, maybe to kiss him again. But, he didn't wait to see if his guess was correct. With her forwarding movement, his head moved away a little. Maybe because his heart was too damn scared of what if it didn't happen again, or maybe it would have looked like he was taking advantage of her. And he won't do that.

"Caroline!" He sighed her name, his eyes shutting on the sound of her name in his throat.

"You know, no one can make me a fool." She was back to her previous position, away from him, her lips nowhere near him. He should be happy, but he wasn't.

"Really?"

"Really!" she slurred.

"I don't believe that."
"I can smell a lie from far away. I am like a lie Police." She smiled, giggling and getting hiccups. Stefan was amused at her. How did he missed it all? He wanted to know her more, wanted to talk for endless nights.

He was lost in her essence when her hiccups turned bigger, and his shoes ended up filled with her vomit.

"Oh my god." she moaned.

"My shoes." He said with words simultaneous to her words of "MY PRECIOUS WOODEN FLOOR."

He stared at her for a minute, to which she responded with "What? you can get new shoes, I won't get new floor. I don't have that kind of money."

"Caroline…" He might have gotten angry at her. But, her sleepy eyes, her puffy cheeks were making everything impossible for him. And that included the part where he had to breathe so that he can be alive.

"Stefan…. do you ever feel like there is no one in this world who loves you." Her tone was sad, and just the whisper of words. But, he heard it all. Loud and clear.

" I will clean it up." He managed to say it, but his body was stiff like that wooden floor.

11.55 p.m., Somewhere on the street

November, 2003

"Caroline… wait!" He was out on the street, following her from the restaurant to wherever she was going. He didn't mean to hurt her, but at the end, she was hurt. And it was all because of him. Only if he didn't think of the stupid idea of making her smile.

"I am sorry." He was still behind her, and she was neither turning around to face him, nor was stopping.

She blurred out the reason of her anger. Turns out that it wasn't him, but his allergy. She was taking it all on herself. His eyes couldn't move away from her at that moment. What good has he done that he met her? Maybe some due over with the higher being which carried over from his previous life.

"And still you were flirting with me all this time, knowing that I am Stefan." His lips were teasing the smile, and it became the wide grin on his face, just by her reaction. Caroline Forbes and talking goes together. But, Caroline Forbes and talking while being conscious and alarmed goes the best for him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

She asked him, and he wondered if it was not obvious that why he looked at her the way he did. She turned pink when he gave her the answer. "Because, I wanted to." That is something he had been noticing lately. His teasing brings that color in her cheek, and wanted to be painted in that color.

"You are lovely." Another slip of tongue. His brain was not in his control. But, he didn't care. It might be the bad move, or maybe not.

12 a.m.,

The street that became his best place of the galaxy

December, 2003

The bell was swinging somewhere in the bell house. He thought that his brain was not in control. He was wrong. It had the company of his mind, his heart, his soul and every cell in his body. He was out of control. As if he was on drugs. Her lips were actually between his own, and the feeling was euphoric. Did she felt it too?

His hand found home in her hair, curled up, touching her warm cheeks. He didn't want it to end. Because finally he was kissing her, and moreover, she was kissing him in return as well.

It felt like the time stopped for them. But, she was slowing down now, getting ready to stop it at once. And now all those worries he didn't care about a few minutes before started to rush into his brain. Was she going to push him away? Was she going to regret the moment now? A moment of momentary lapse. That could be something she might say.

His senses started to come back, and now he realized that there was a ringing purse in concern.

"I should probably take that." She whispered, trying hard to get words out of her mouth.

"Go for it."

"I should." She prompted, but didn't move.

"You should." He agreed, but didn't let her go.

It might be the third or the fourth time when it rang again, and she was forced to take it. She turned away from him, and he looked around himself. For a second he thought he saw a rainbow, and laughed at himself, shaking his head. A rainbow in the middle of the night! Caroline did changed his way of thinking. He rubbed his hand at the back of his neck, still having that goofy smile on his face. He wanted to tell her so many things. And in few seconds, he would be able to tell her each and everything. Would she stay with him? … spend the night with him? Would she tell him that she has feeling for him as well?

He chuckled at himself, scolding himself to stop thinking so much.

He turned around to see if she was done with the call. And he could see that there was no phone sticking to her ear.

"Hope it wasn't your boyfriend calling to check on you." He joked, and chuckled.

But, she didn't reply.

He waited for a response.

There wasn't any.

And then, she was sighing.

Now, her whole body was shaking.

He was panicked.

"Caroline?" He approached her, and he figured that she wasn't just shaking but she was crying as well. "What's wrong?"

"It's….. my mom." The tears started to fall one after another, when she lost her strength and fell on the ground. He held her before her body could have had hit the ground.

A/N: Okay, so I just decided to break this chapter in parts as well. I know its really short but It's kind of important one. Some of the things I had to tell here. Caroline's pov was the last one in the previous chapter. And all of it is from now by Stefan's pov. Next part will be up soon. :) hope you enjoyed it. I know not much in the part, but I wanted to put the rest of the stuff in next part. Keep looking for it. Happy reading.