Caroline's POV

"Elena, where are you? I thought you were coming over?" I said after catching Elena's voice mail. I looked over to Stefan, who was sitting on my bed, cutting out snowflakes. Elena was supposed to be here helping us with decorations for the Winter Ball, but she was a no show.

Stefan looked up to me. "Is she not coming?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Doesn't look like it. She wont answer. She's probably out with Liam or something." I rolled my eyes. She's been spending most of her time with him; she barely wanted to help me with the ball earlier today. She seemed distracted most of the time, barely putting down her phone. It seemed like everyone but her saw what a bad guy Liam actually was. Elena was totally oblivious.

"Well, then it's just you and me," said Stefan, smiling up at me. Stefan was a such a nice guy. I couldn't believe when Elena broke up with him. He was the ideal boyfriend: sweet, smart, funny. Not to mention insanely hot. "So, Caroline, what do you say we take a little break? Go get something to eat, my treat."

I hesitated. "I don't know... We really need to finish these." I looked down at the pile of paper that had yet to be transformed into intricate snowflakes.

"Care... we have two whole days to finish these. We can stay up all night if we need to." He got up off the bed and took my hand, dragging me out the door. I always got a warm feeling when he touched me, which I hated. He was my best friend's ex; I couldn't like him like that. It was against the girl code.

But... I couldn't help myself.

He opened the passenger door of his 1963 Porsche, and I slid right in. I've always loved that little car. "So, what are you in the mood for?" As if he had to ask. We always go to the Grill. It was the hangout spot of Mystic Falls. So I just gave him a look.

"Alright," he said, "the Grill it is." And he drove.

After a very high calorie meal of a double bacon cheeseburger and a double order of fries, we stood right outside of the grill, leaning against his car.

"You know what I love about you?" he asked suddenly. My heart fluttered.

"What?" I said, trying to sound normal.

"You aren't afraid to eat." He wiped away what I guess was cheeseburger residue from the side of my lips, and I felt my face heat. "Most girls always try to look like they don't eat much, when we all know that they go home and stuff their face. But not you. You eat whatever, whenever, but you wouldn't know that by looking at you. You're in such great shape." He eyed me up and down, and I felt my face heat even more.

"Thanks," I said, my voice breaking over that one word.

He noticed. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, his eyes wide, "I don't mean to embarrass you or anything. Believe me, that is not my intention. It was supposed to be a compliment." He looked down, obviously ashamed.

"Oh no, I'm not embarrass," I laughed, trying to comfort him. "I mean, maybe a little for having stuff all over my face," I giggled, "but not by what you said. So you think I'm in great shape," I said cockily, posing for him.

He laughed. "Yeah, I do."

"Well, thank you." I smiled. "So," I said, breaking the moment, "you ready to head back and work?"

His eyes lowered, and he looked disappointed. "Yeah, I guess." He put on a smile. "Let's go."

Stefan's POV

She was my ex's best friend, I knew that. And because of that, I knew she would never go for me. I couldn't help it though; I couldn't help liking her. I couldn't help wanting more than friendship. We were great friends, and I didn't want to jeopardize that, but it was driving me crazy.

So, I made a move.

Actually it wasn't really a move. I just took her to get something to eat, which is actually something I do all the time. She needed a little break; I didn't like seeing her stress over the dance and Elena. Food always seemed to cheer her up. We had that in common.

I tried to flirt a little, but if she noticed, she completely side-stepped me.

We went back to her house, and worked in silence. Not because it was awkward or anything, just because Caroline got really into her work. She was quite the perfectionist, but I didn't mind. I liked watching her work, I liked seeing the concentration on her face. I liked the way her nose crinkled when she was determined to get something done. I liked everything about her, really. She was beautiful and outgoing and so much more. She knew exactly what she wanted out of life, and she went for it. She was such a strong human being.

I decided that night, I would make her mine.

A/N: Okay, so these first two chapters are pretty much just the basis of the relationships we've got going on. Now the real story begins :)

P.S. If you don't like stories where the POV changes a lot, then this story is not for you.

Tell me what you think so far, it would be greatly appreciated :) I accept compliments and criticism.