Author's note: OMG I never knew there were so many people that actually like Katherine/Elena, I thought I was some mental sicko for liking them. But another thing is. I honestly don't know what else to write, so I'm just going to write about their lives, because now I can't think of any big conflict to write. It might change or something. I'm not sure. So for now, I'm going to shorten this down to a legit 10 chapters. And than it's over.

But I'm going to be writing more Katherine/Elena: which will hopefully be more interesting than this. But anyway I'll try to finish this quickly. Because it's kinda being a pain in my butt. Though I do love this story and I'm proud of it.

This chapter shall be in Elena's POV and maybe Katherine's near the end.

"Come on Elena, you know eventually the big question is going to come," Caroline pointed out the obvious to me. "We talked about it already Car; she won't do anything that I don't want her to do," I huffed out, as I continued on with the dishes.

"So: You love her right?" Caroline questioned suddenly. I whipped around to stare at her incredulous. "Of course I do, you know that," I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Well don't you want to be with her forever?" Caroline made sense.

I stopped and thought about it. "You're right," I admitted dejectedly. She offered a small smile. "Just talk it out, It'll be ok," she promised.

I nodded in agreement.

"So what do you want to do now?" Caroline asked awkward

"I'm tired," I replied surprisingly.

"Well go sleep than, I'll take care of things around here," she easily shooed me upstairs.

I went up to my room, and easily got comfortable in the bed.

I wonder where Katherine and Damon are?

They were going to the blood bank: That's what they had told her earlier. So they must be stocking up.

I soon fell sleep overcome me.

KPOV

"Come on, we don't have all day," I said impatiently as me and Damon stood in the main room for all of the blood bags. "Sorry it's hard to read Bulgarian and I'm picky," he quickly fired back, looking at me over his shoulder. "I would help, but you said you were fine and didn't need my help: And I got all I needed," I replied back smoothly.

"Ok, fine I'll just grab whatever," he huffed out, clearly annoyed.

He did just as he said we would, and than we easily slipped out of the blood bank.

"Why don't you like me?" I asked suddenly, surprising us both.

"Plenty of reasons," he deadpanned. I stopped and glared at him. "Seriously, that was almost 200 years ago, get over it," I spat out annoyed with his constant grudge against my boredom back in 1864.

"When you stop being a bitch, that'll be when I get over it," he replied childishly. "Come on, you love Caroline right?" I questioned fiercely. He looked over to me and nodded mutely.

"And if you haven't noticed: I love Elena, so I don't get why you're still holding a grudge against me, if I didn't do what I did, you would've never found Caroline," I said calmly, as I looked up at him.

Apprehension flashed across his face for a short second.

"You have a point there, I guess it's a truce," he finished with an awkward scratch of the back of his neck.

"Sounds good to me," I easily agreed.

We got back to the house soon, and saw Caroline was fluttering around the house somewhat excitedly. "Where's Elena?" I demanded quickly, as she stopped and was ready to greet us. "Upstairs taking a nap, she said she was tired," Caroline answered easily.

"Put these in the fridge why dontcha," I handed Damon my share of blood bags and walked upstairs.

I snuck upstairs into the room and saw Elena was laying there peacefully in a silent slumber.

She looked so cute and peaceful. Though it was unlike me to say that about a mere human, I knew I couldn't deny it at all.

I went to lay down behind her. I rested my head in the crook of her neck, taking in her comforting scent. "I love you Elena," I whispered for no reason.

"I love you too Katherine," she murmured sleepily.

I stood frozen for a second. "You're awake?" I couldn't help but question unbelievably.

"No, you're imaging me talking, I'm asleep and don't know you're here," she replied in a groggy tone still.

I smiled and leant up, so I could look down on her.

She turned over, so she was now laying on her back. I went to rest my head against her stomach.

"Have fun with the blood bags?" she asked conversationally. "Yes, me and Damon came to a final truce," I replied casually. "That's good," she remarked, her fingers languidly petting my curls.

"I was wondering, if you could turn me soon," she broke the comfortable silence.

I darted up and stared at her unbelievably.

"Are you serious?" I demanded, not believing it.

So, quick update, not that long. Sorry about that honestly. As I said before, I just don't know what to write for this. So anyway hope this is somewhat ok. I'll try my best to update soon. And I know I say that all the time. But I honestly mean it every time. So bye I guess.

Song: Beautiful Girl by Broken Iris