Oh gosh I'm just getting so lame at updating. Who'd have thought I'd suddenly get a semblance of a life and have no time to write? It's shocking. Hope you like the chapter!
If We Were a Movie
It was nearly dusk as Caroline put everything into her car and prepared to leave. She slid into the driver's seat and started taking long, deep breaths. It didn't slow down her heartbeat like it would have if she was still human, but the familiarity of the exercise calmed her all the same. Caroline backed out of her driveway, telling herself, "Don't think about it. You've planned it all out, it'll be fine, just don't think about it. You'll make yourself nervous."
Halfway there, Caroline thought Look at you, Caroline. You're even talking to yourself! This might just be too much for you…
"No! I'm allowed to talk to myself, little voice, because you are all in my head whispering this crazy crap, just trying to get me to turn this car around. But guess what! I won't. I'm gonna do this no matter what you say!"
Seems you're getting quite worked up there. Maybe you should go home and calm down…
"Stop you stupid voice! Just go away!" Caroline said as she turned up her radio's volume and began to sing along. With the pounding sound reverberating through her bones, blocking out crazy voices, her mind wandered to the semantics of her "gift."
I can't believe how hard it was to find a trench coat. You'd think in a town with this much creepy happenings, they'd have an entire store filled with trench coats. And I can't believe Mom actually kept my Barbie boom box from when I was a kid.
Caroline turned down her music as she pulled into Klaus's driveway. Her palms were sweating and her chest felt tight. She breathed deeply a couple of times and wiped her hands on the seat, then grabbed the boom box and stepped out of the car. A slight breeze fluttered her trench coat and Caroline shivered, but not because she was cold. She positioned herself close to Klaus's window, hoping her attempt would turn out better than it had in the movie. She turned the volume all the way up on her Barbie boom box, even though she knew Klaus would hear it no matter how quiet it was, and pressed play. It began blasting Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes."
With one hand, Caroline lifted the boom box above her head and with the other, untied the straps of her trench coat to reveal her newest lingerie. Both pieces were beautiful mixes of black and white lace, which she thought may represent Klaus.
It took a short while for Klaus to make his way to the window, but once he was there, he was quite a sight. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Klaus was stunned, momentarily frozen at his window. Then he vanished, the curtains flickering in his wake.
Caroline frowned to herself and lowered the boom box. Maybe it will be like Say Anything. Then she heard the doorknob turn.
She looked up to find Klaus determinedly walking toward her, much like he had that night at the grill. Klaus reached Caroline, slid his hands into her hair, and kissed her. His lips were warm and soft, which Caroline would not have guessed before. Tingles shot from her lips across her face and continued down until Caroline could feel them in her toes. The boom box dropped the couple feet from her hand to the cement and continued to play. Caroline moved her arms to encircle his neck as he deepened the kiss. She gasped. The first coherent thought to fly through Caroline's head since the kiss began was KLAUS'S TONGUE IS INSIDE MY MOUTH! Caroline's breast heaved with her rhythmical breathing and grazed Klaus's hard chest through his thin shirt. Klaus's hands lightly trailed down her body until they held her waist, his right thumb drawing little circles on her hip bone.
He pulled away for a moment and whispered, "Caroline, you are the most magnificent being to ever grace this earth with your presence."
Caroline smiled and threaded her fingers through his hair as she pulled him closer to kiss him again.
A couple minutes later, when the song ended, Klaus ended the kiss and moved Caroline's hands from behind his neck to in front of both of them, interlacing their fingers.
"I'm sorry, love," he apologized. "That was not the most gentlemanly behavior."
Caroline was still a little high off the kiss, so she shook her head and dreamily said, "No. That was perfect," and shyly smiled at him again.
Klaus chuckled and asked, "Would you like to stay for dinner? I'm all alone tonight and I'm sure you could borrow some of Rebekah's clothes if you're not comfortable in this," he nodded to her ensemble.
Caroline gave him a look and questioned, "You really think Rebekah would be okay with me wearing her clothes?"
Klaus sort of barked a laugh and replied, "Now that you ask, she probably would not appreciate it and it's best not to make Rebekah angry. But I do have a few shirts that should be large enough to cover you nicely, even though that'd be a shame," the last bit punctuated with his cocky grin.
Caroline laughed and said she'd love to stay for dinner. Klaus led her by the hand through his house and up to his room. Caroline sat on the edge of Klaus's bed while he began searching through his closet. Thirty seconds later, he turned around, displaying a large Van Halen concert t-shirt. Caroline started giggling.
Klaus looked down at the shirt, then back to Caroline. "What?"
"You go to rock concerts?"
"In the 70's and 80's, yes, I did. Does that surprise you?"
Caroline was full-on laughing now. "I—I wouldn't have- believed you-if you didn't- have the shirt."
"So, does this mean you don't want to wear this one?"
Caroline made an attempt to compose herself and said, "I'll see what my options are."
Klaus pulled out a few more shirts before saying, "Oh, you simply must wear this one," handing Caroline a tealish-blue shirt that had "Lucky" written across it in faded lettering.
Caroline took it and slipped it over her head. "I like this," Caroline said as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. It covered as much skin as a short dress and was so soft that she could tell Klaus wore it all the time. It also very closely resembled the color of her eyes. She walked over to Klaus and he spun her like they were dancing. He breathed, "You're beautiful," and kissed her nose.
She giggled and said, "Thank you. So what were you planning on having for dinner?"
"Well, you can't judge me because I didn't know you were coming over, but I was just going to have Kraft macaroni and cheese."
Caroline started laughing again and said, "Who knew you'd be so full of surprises? Mac n' cheese does sound pretty good though."
Klaus smiled. "Lovely. Shall we?" he gestured towards the door.
Caroline grabbed his hand on her way to the door and said, "We shall."
Once downstairs, Klaus quickly made the macaroni and distributed it on two plates, placing one before Caroline. They both sat on the counter as they began to eat and suddenly Klaus hopped up and exclaimed, "I apologize, Caroline, this is so rude of me. I should have set the table and had us eat like civilized people. If you'd like, we can relocate now."
Caroline rolled her eyes and patted the space beside her. "Get back up here. I prefer this casualness considering I'm not wearing pants, but you were very polite to offer."
Klaus looked rather confused for a moment, but hopped up onto the counter and finished his meal.
Out of the blue, Caroline asked, "Are we like, dating now?"
Klaus replied, "I suppose we should discuss this. I don't believe your friends will take it very well if we were to date and I would therefore advise not."
Caroline's face fell and Klaus immediately began stumbling over himself to explain.
"Love, I didn't mean that. I simply figured that you would want to keep your friends over me."
"We don't have to tell them, though, right? Would you be opposed to secretly dating? At least for a little while so that I could lay some ground work?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with. I don't want to make your life any harder, but I'd adore being with you, if you'll have me."
"Okay, so we can just secretly date for a little while and tell everyone later. You'll probably have to tell your sister, but be sure she won't go spilling it to Damon, okay?"
"Okay, sweetheart, sounds like a plan," Klaus said just before leaning over to kiss Caroline again.
When he did, Caroline caught his scent and just about melted. There was a faint whiff of it on the shirt she had borrowed, but straight from the source was so much better.
The kiss was quick, but still took Caroline's breath away. Klaus noticed this and quietly laughed to himself. He was amazed at how much her feelings had changed for him over the past few weeks. She had absolutely despised him; hell, he was planning on sacrificing her less than a year ago. Granted, he didn't know her then, but that's a pretty large distance for a relationship to cross.
Klaus hadn't been this happy since the 20s. He might actually be happier now because a girlfriend is often quite different from a best friend/evil vampire and he also couldn't understand how he had lived all these years without Caroline. She had a glow that lit up a room and when she was happy, the whole world was happy. Klaus couldn't believe there was anyone else like her in the world; surely not anyone he had met throughout his life. He made a mental promise to himself, right then and there, that he would never let her go. He'd always do everything in his power to stay with him, even if he was a monster and she was an angel. Well, maybe there was a smidge of devilish wild-side, but that may be for the better. He would not always have to convince himself that he was unworthy of her, because she had made a few mistakes herself. She was still almost a perfect person in his eyes, but he wasn't so blinded by her that he never noticed her tiny faults.
"Hey. Penny for your thoughts?" Caroline asked Klaus to wake him from his gazing into space.
Klaus smoothly replied, "I was just thinking that I may have to let you keep that shirt. It would be a bloody shame if I wore it after you had. The shirt could mutiny against me and demand it's return to the beautiful young woman who sits before me and I can only take so much rejection that if it starts coming from clothing, I'll be in quite a… what is it you Americans say? A cucumber?"
Caroline laughed and replied, "A pickle. And if you don't mind, I kind of adore this shirt, but maybe I could leave it here and wear it whenever I'm over, um, just in case I'm in a similar situation and need clothes. Because truthfully, if this happens much more, you'll be sending me home with all your shirts and then what will you wear?" adding in a slight smile to show she was teasing. Caroline still wasn't quite sure how Klaus would take jokes or respond in certain situations. She knew he sometimes had volatile tendencies, but she chose to believe he wouldn't act in such a way around her.
Caroline looked at the clock and realized how late it was, so she said to Klaus, "I'm sorry, I really must get going. I'd love to stay, but my curfews in a few minutes so I gotta go. Um, well, call me," she finished with a smile and headed for the door.
"I believe you're forgetting something, Miss Forbes," Klaus called to her.
Caroline looked down and quickly riffled through her purse, finding nothing amiss, turned back toward the kitchen and started to reply, "I-" and Klaus was right there, stooping down to give her a mind-bending kiss. As he pulled away, Caroline felt herself being drawn closer to him, but regained composition and said goodnight before turning and leaving.
While driving home, she thought to herself This is definitely going to be interesting…
Thanks for reading! If you're a diehard Klaroline shipper, follow me on tumblr at ihidemycrazy ! Hope this was worth the wait and i again apologize for being such a flake about updating. i'm evil, sorry. If an actual author was like me, i'd already have an assassination plan ready, as a joke (or not...). Love you all and i hope your summers are treating you fantastically!
