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Nathaniel pulled his bag off from around his neck and set it on the lunch table next to Joseph. "You had a problem?" he asked, referring to the text Joseph had sent.

"Yeah, didn't you read the message?" Joseph asked, not really wanting to admit his little dilemma out loud.

Nathaniel frowned as he pulled out a chair and sat down. "What message?" he asked, playing dumb.

Joseph gave Nathaniel his best annoyed face before he sighed. "The one about Candice."

"You texted me about Candice?"

"Nate."

"I don't recall. Give me more information, maybe it'll click," Nathaniel said as he reached into his bag to pull out a sandwich. He had a smirk on his face that he couldn't control.

Joseph was leaning fairly close to the table, trying to be quiet with his words. "About Andrew bugging me about her. Hinting at things that really shouldn't be being hinted at," he explained.

Nathaniel's smirk turned into a full blown smile. He quirked an eyebrow at his friend. "Oh, that message."

Joseph inhaled deeply, trying to keep calm. "Seriously, mate, I need help."

Nathaniel cut the smug act and opened his container of food, frowning. "What is there to help with? Andrew teased you about something that you obviously disagree with, end of story," he summed up before taking a bite.

Joseph repositioned himself in his seat, sitting closer to the table. "Is he the only one that thinks that?"

Nathaniel frowned at him, cheeks big with food. "Thinks what?" he asked around his food.

"That she and I are, like, potentially a thing?"

Nathaniel chuckled. "No! I thought you were together when I first got here."

Joseph stared at him in question. "What? Why would you think that? You got here before the whole Klaus and Caroline thing," he reminded.

"Okay. What does Klaus and Caroline have to do with anything?" he interrogated. His brown hair was falling down into his eyes, his hairspray wearing out.

Joseph was about to admit that it was when his and Candice's characters started being romantic that he felt a spark of actual chemistry in real life, but he stopped himself before the words left his lips.

"Nothing. I'm just saying that-"

"And actually, I got here after the first Klaroline scene," Nathaniel pointed out.

Joseph chuckled. "You know what 'Klaroline' is?" he asked. The only reason he knew was because millions of fans had questioned him about it. He didn't really think they'd be coming to Kol to check for his brother's relationship spoilers.

Nathaniel bit into his sandwich again, twisting his eyebrows in such a way that he was looking at Joseph as if he was the idiot. "Duh. That's your ship name."

"You know what shipping is, as well?"

"Dude," Nathaniel started, putting his sandwich down and reaching into his bag. "I'm like the fangirl of the cast. I know everything about what the fan base is saying." He pulled out his phone, and typed just a few letters onto the screen before showing it to Joseph.

Joseph shook his head. "What is that?" All it was was a bunch of pictures of himself.

Nathaniel turned the phone back to himself to make sure that it was showing what he meant for it to be showing - which it was. "That's you," he stated. "And those are all my favorited fanarts people have made."

Joseph looked at the pictures again. "Those are just shots of me off the show," he informed the insane man in front of him.

Nathaniel dropped his hand onto the table and sighed in exhaustion. He shook his head. "You're just impossible," he mumbled as he stuffed his phone back into his bag and started packing up his sandwich.

Joseph choked out his confusion in little scoffs. "I'm impossible? I called you here to help me with issues-"

Nathaniel stood up from the table, looking at his watch. "Look, I gotta be somewhere. Just take a cold shower, smack your head on a wall, learn the difference between a screenshot and fanart, and you'll be set!" he said with a smile on his face as he picked up his bag and turned to walk off.

"Nate!" he called after him. "You know, you're absolutely no help, right?"

Nathaniel reached the door of the cafeteria and turned back to point at Joseph. "I just can't with you," he called back, then turned and was gone.

Joseph frowned as Nathaniel's form walked away from him. "You can't what?!"

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Candice closed the door of Caroline's room and did her best to look confused when she saw the note on her bed. She approached it, and allowed her face to appear shocked as she looked at the beautifully drawn picture of her and Joseph once again. She picked it up, and read the words on the bottom of the picture that she'd read nearly twenty times now, but Caroline read for the first time.

I'm afraid I'm going away, love. Please just forget about us. Forget everything.

Candice frowned at the paper. Of course, she knew what was going on, but Caroline had been completely out of the loop for the past few days. Candice frowned, looking up from the picture to stare at nothing as her mind raced.

But of course, because this was The Vampire Diaries, they cut the scene right there. The dramatic music would play, they'd zoom in on her face, and then it would simply...stop. "Suspense" they called it. Candice thought it was just weird timing.

"Cut! Great. That's a wrap for this episode, guys," Timothy declared, not really paying attention to them as he watched his monitors.

Candice was instantly met by her makeup stylist before she was even off set. "Whoa, Dennis," Candice said, holding her hands up. "Can we not do this right now?"

Dennis scoffed. She never really was Candice's favorite person, for some reason unknown to Candice. "No, we can't not do it right now. You've got the next episode to start working on and this simple 'I'm exhausted' look you're wearing isn't going to cut it when you take charge of what's going on with Klaus."

Candice didn't even try to defend herself again. She allowed the annoying prick in front of her to dab and smear goo all over her face and even wipe something off her teeth. And after nearly three hurried minutes of just standing there in aggravation as Dennis messed with her face, Candice finally sighed and started walking away.

"Hey! You're not done. I've still got your blush to do," Dennis said while trying to keep up with Candice.

"No you don't. You'll live," Candice waved her off while she exited the screening room and walked down to the Wardrobe for Andrew to again dress her up like a Barbie.

Andrew was reading a magazine in the corner of the room, blue hair draped over his young face. "Andrew," Candice called before she was even into the room. He looked up in an irritated way. People had probably been bugging him all day and he hadn't gotten around to the segment that talked about Males finally wearing dresses. He said it was going to be the fashion someday. He doesn't even like dresses.

"Hey, I need the next episode's cloths," she sighed, finally coming to a stop in front of him.

He looked back down to his papers. "I put them in your dressing room."

Candice frowned. "Why?"

"To make you ask questions," he told his book.

"Well, paint me annoyed."

"Good color on you..." he retorted, still not looking up.

Candice rolled her eyes and turned, walking away from the snooty man and heading for her dressing room that "held the cloths." She was going to absolutely freak out at him if they weren't in there. The dressing rooms were on the other side of the damn studio, and she absolutely hated the five inch heels she was in.

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Ian tossed a pillow from the couch behind him, searching in every tiny pocket of the cursed room. He'd made a complete mess of it, but honestly hadn't even noticed in his search for his phone. He'd moved around nearly every piece of furniture, thrown cloths off into bundles in the corner, accidentally messed with the makeup table, and had dropped the batteries out of the remote for the TV - don't ask how.

Candice opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks, looking around at the mess of her dressing room. "Ian? Whatcha doin?" she asked in a fake chipper voice, as if she were talking to a three year old.

Ian looked up at her in shock. "Uh, hey." He chuckled. "Yeah, about all this, do you know where my phone is?"

Candice frowned. "Why would it be in here?"

"Because the last time I had it was when we were hanging out in here the other night. I think I got a tad drunk and may or may not have lost it somewhere..." he trailed off as he looked around the room, rubbing his hands together.

Rolling her eyes, Candice reached out to the table beside her to grab her own phone, but her hand just made contact with the cold surface of the top. She looked to her hand, and saw that everything had been wiped of the table - including her own phone.

"Ian!" she pouted. "You lost mine, too?"

Ian brought his hands up to his chest. "I did not!" he defended. "You can't prove I did it."

"It was here this morning when I left. No one comes in here except for psychos like you that like to spontaneously destroy dressing room."

"Candice!" he whined.

"Your fault!" she whined back.

This wasn't completely unusual. They did this when they didn't feel like acting like adults. Only she and Ian played off one another, though. Everyone else just got fed up with them and walked away. That was why they enjoyed one another so much, because they would just roll with some bizarre act they would just start.

"And you're cleaning this up," she informed him.

Ian nodded, dropping the act as she did. "Alright, that's fair." His eyes wandered around, looking at the mess he'd made. As he looked around, his eyes fell on Candice's fish tank. "Oh," he mumbled, walking over to it.

Candice followed where he was going and frowned in dismay. "It's in the fish tank?" she asked, making sure she wasn't seeing things.

Ian, despite the fact that his phone was damaged, was smiling. He pulled up his sleeve and reached into the water.

"Oh, Ian! That's disgusting," Candice moaned as she winced at his actions. He pulled his arm out, phone in hand, and- "Don't drop water on the table!" Candice panicked, running over to him and pulling his sleeve back down around his wet arm.

Ian gave her a serious, annoyed look. To which she just shrugged in return. "Okay, I've got my phone. And I'm now done..." He looked around the room. "I'll get to this after I get done with our next scene. The big 'Caroline's getting disowned' scene!" he smiled in anticipation.

Candice tilted her head at him. "You're just really don't like Caroline, do you?"

"No, no. Love her. I just want to see how good you'll do with her as a bad guy," he smirked and then walked out, already getting into Damon's character and leaving Candice to spend twenty minutes looking for the outfit that Andrew just had to put in her dressing room.

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Joseph struggled against Ian's arms and the imaginary hold Bonnie had on him. Kat stood to the side, arms stretched out in front of her like she was sending out magic. Ian was holding Joseph back as he watched Candice burst into the room and stare at the scene in horror. Paul turned to look at her, giving the look that said Stefan knew none of it was going to end well.

Candice gave herself a few seconds to take in what she was seeing for the first time. "What are you doing?" she demanded, stepping further into the cave.

Paul held his hands up, stopping her as she stared at Joseph. "Caroline, you need to leave," Paul told her, taking her shoulders.

Candice frowned at him. "What the hell is going on?"

Ian rolled his eyes. "Get out of here, Barbie. You're not going to stop us."

Candice shook her head. "You're not killing him," she informed them.

Kat stepped in with her line. "Caroline, we have to. This is the only chance we have."

"Let him go," Candice instructed in a very controlling voice. "Now!"

"Stefan..." Ian said in a warning tone.

Paul acted on 'his' name. "You have to leave. We're not stopping. This has to come to a stop."

Candice shoved his hands off her. "Why? Why are you guys just suddenly deciding he needs to die?" she interrogated.

"Well, let's see," Ian started, gripping Joseph harder.

"Cut!" Timothy bellowed over them all. Ian's grip let go of Joseph, Kat put her arms down, and they all turned to look at the director. "Klaus, your head is blocking our shot at Damon. And Damon, make it look like Klaus is hard to control. He is the baddest being in existence, after all...Bonnie, I know you don't really have any lines, but keep glaring at Klaus. You have to look like this is taking all your energy. Stefan, be more controlling. Caroline, your lover is about to die. Be more...fierce," he instructed. He always called them by their character names just because he was 'in the zone.'

"Start again with Caroline's line...Lights, camera, go!"

Candice took a deep breath as she put on a slightly more angered look. "Why? Why are you suddenly deciding he needs to die after he's been on a streak of innocence?" she said, her voice slowly progressing to almost a growl.

"Innocence?" Ian repeated, going along with her slight word adjustment. "He just killed a family for one of his sacrifices," he informed her.

"The sacrifice to help you guys," Candice barked, reminding him of that bit of information that should have Klaus even further off the hook.

Joseph watched Candice, not able to look anywhere else. Klaus was waiting to see what she was going to do about everything.

Paul stepped in front of Candice again, stopping her from venturing further into the cellar. "We still told him to stay out of everything. We can't trust him not to mess things up further."

Candice widened her eyes at Paul. "You're killing him because he didn't do what you said?" she almost yelled.

"We were going to sacrifice people, ourselves-"

"You're going to punish him for something you intended to do anyway," Candice growled. "Tell me how that makes any sense!"

"Caroline," Kat said. "Just go."

Joseph finally spoke. "They're right, Caroline." He knew Klaus didn't mean the words at all. Klaus was just going for her reaction. "Just leave. I've reached my ending, anyway."

Candice looked to him, a broken look in her eyes. God, she was an amazing actress. And even better when it came to breaking his heart with her look of despair. She shook her head, opening her mouth to form the words for yet another denial to the entire idea, but she stopped.

Caroline was realizing that she wasn't going to get anywhere by just telling them. She had to act on her words. She looked at Paul with almost an apologetic look. "You're not going to hurt him, Stefan," she promised, saying the last words of the scene.

"Cut!" Timothy called. "Alright, let's get the stunt doubles up there..."

The stunt doubles brought with them an entire hour of punching, flying across the room, vamp-speeding towards one another, going back and forth between the actual actors and the doubles, and finally, watching the entire thirty second segment to make sure it was perfect.

"Is that good now?" Kat complained. Although she was the only one to admit it out loud, all of them were sick of this scene. It was probably one of their more difficult fight scenes. They had to somehow make it look like Caroline was taking on all of Stefan, Damon, and Bonnie. Of course, once she had Stefan knocked to the side and had snapped Bonnie out of her magical trance, Klaus was free to help. But the action involved lots of throwing and hurting without killing - which wasn't Klaus' usual style.

Timothy tapped his index finger on his lips as he rewatched the product for the fifth time. He nodded as he sighed. "Yeah, that should be good for now."

Ian frowned. "Hold on, I forgot. What's after this? Caroline and Klaus just...get away?"

Candice nodded. "Yeah, because then Klaus and Caroline have this huge, emotional, realization that they're in love and everything."

Joseph frowned, turning to look at her with a confused look on his face. "We do?"

Paul laughed out loud, along with Kat. "How did you just completely forget about a very important scene in your guys' relationship?" he questioned behind his chuckled.

Candice was staring at Joseph with an open mouth, faking being offended. Joseph smiled along with Paul and shrugged. "I don't know. Must have overlooked it."

Candice scoffed, but there was a tiny smile on her face. "We even read through it a couple times for Julie to make sure it was good," she reminded in a hurt tone.

Joseph started at her, trying to remember. "No. Not ringing any bells. Are you sure you didn't just dream this?"

Candice pursed her lips together and shoved his shoulder playfully. "Julie is going to be so mad at you," she chuckled, dropping her act.

"That woman is always mad at me," Joseph waved off.

Paul tilted his head at him. "Gee, I wonder why."

Their laughs were interrupted by Jeff walking up to their small circle and leaned in next to Candice. "Hey, are you guys ready for the Klaus and Caroline scene?" he checked.

Candice crossed her arms. "Well, I am," she said, then turned to Joseph. "But I don't know about our male lead..."

Joseph put his hands in his pockets and looked around Candice at Jeff. "Yeah, I kinda, maybe, possibly forgot about the scene and...all the lines."

Jeff leaned his head forward. "You just forgot the entire thing?"

"Well, we did go over it like five days ago," Candice reminded. "I had to reread everything a couple nights ago."

Jeff groaned in irritation with the two as he looked up to check on what Timothy was doing. "Well...he doesn't seem to be ready. And I have to talk to him anyway, so I guess you guys can go over it again if you have to." He looked at Joseph with a strict stare. "I'm giving you an hour. That's all, Morgan," he warned, pointing his finger.

Joseph nodded, showing his understanding. He stepped to the side as Jeff walked past. He turned to Candice and put his hand on Candice's back. "Alright, I don't even have the script, so lead the way," he said, ushering her forward.

Paul smirked at them as they started walking away. "You kids have fun," he called to them.

"Study hard," Kat added, and Paul chuckled.

Joseph and Candice entered the cold hallway outside of the shooting room they'd just been in for some time.

Joseph managed to keep in step with Candice as they quickly went on their way, side by side. "So," he started, "did we really have this scene we went over?" he asked, hoping that they were just messing with him.

"Yes, we did," she answered. "I remember you commenting on things," she chuckled in disbelief.

"Well, it's easy I could have been sleepwalking," he tried.

Candice smiled her signature cheeky grin and shook her head. "Yeah, and then went on to make Julie change like half the lines - while you were sleeping."

"See, I don't remember any of that...Maybe I blacked out."

"Maybe you were on meth," Candice teased him as she flounced around in her step.

Joseph nodded his head to the side. "I'd believe it," he went along with her. "Where's the script, anyway?"

Candice pointed up ahead of them. "In my slot," she answered as they reached the "office" segment of the hall. It was really just a big open area where two halls met and someone had placed a counter around one corner, sticking shelves on the wall behind the counter and making it the official News Corner.

Candice went behind the desk and took the thin packet of papers out of her slog on the wall, right below Kat's own cubby. She looked over the lines, making sure it was the right script, and nodded, holding it out to Joseph.

He took it, getting ready to feel stupid. But as he looked over the lines, he just felt like they'd been cheating. "Oh, this," he said like it was obvious. "There was no 'I love you' in this," he frowned at Candice.

She shook her head. "No," she took the papers back from him. "But you had Julie change some of the lines, and that's what she changed it to," she explained.

"When did she give you this edited part, then?"

Candice walked back behind the counter to his own slot, taking off the top papers from the stack that he had allowed to build up. "Don't you check that?" she asked, handing him his own script.

Joseph shrugged. "Not unless someone tells me to. Normally I can memorize my lines before -"

"Before the day's done? Yeah," Candice agreed, taking her own papers back from him. "I know. I think it's just weird and not normal," she chuckled, turning again and leading the way to one of their break rooms.

Joseph frowned as he took a few quick steps to catch up. "Why is that weird?"

"Because no one - and I mean no one - should be able to memorize an entire episode's lines in just a few hours."

"I only memorize my lines," he defended himself.

"And you're kinda a major role," she reminded.

"Not right now. It's just our characters that I've been dealing with lately."

Candice stopped in front of the doors to the break room as she turned back to him with a chuckle. "Yeah, but those are the ones you can't remember," she said smugly in his face. But something about the knowing look she gave him made him smirk at her as she turned around and walked through the now open door.

He walked in after her, looking at the story in his hand. "Alright, where are we in this scene?"

Candice sighed in relief when she saw that no one else was in the room and plopped down on the couch, propping her feet up next to her. "We're in the forest. Two refugees on the run," she said in a dramatic voice.

Joseph smirked and sat down on the chair opposite to her. "Will there be hot hybrid vampire sex?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Candice rolled her eyes. "Not this episode. We can't have smut with romantic relief."

"Well we should. That'd be a nice mix for the show."

"Yeah, but it would just look like Caroline loves him because he's good in the sack."

"Are you denying that fact?"

Candice shook her head at him as she tried not to laugh. But she failed. "Well, I wouldn't know, would I?" She closed her eyes, clearing her head. "Okay, no. They just can't say they love one another while humping one another's brains out, alright? No. So, now that that conversation is out of the way, let's get this done," she said, turning to her lines and getting her head in the game.

Joseph smirked at her for a few more seconds before going to his own script. "Alright..." he said, preparing himself. "Care to explain what that was about?"

"What was what about?" she read her lines back at him.

"You saved my life back there."

"Yeah, well, let's not make a big deal out of it. I don't want your ego exploding."

"You care about me," Joseph read, then looked up at Candice, just to see she was already looking at him.

"So what if I do?" she asked, holding his gaze.

Joseph literally felt his heart skip a beat, a beat he needed. He felt his stomach start to flutter, and became angry with himself for just losing control like that. He looked down to the script, looking around to find his place again.

Candice seemed to notice his actions, because she looked away from him. "Sorry, it just helps to look at you when saying those dramatic lines," she chuckled.

Joseph shook his head with a smile on his face. "That's fine. Um... Wouldn't that mean you're going against what your friends have been preaching to you?"

Candice shrugged, really into the act. "They just tried to kill you. I don't really care what they say anymore."

"Why did that set you off in such a foul mood?"

"I don't know, Klaus. They just...It's like they were going to kill you because they were trying to completely tell me 'No. You can't be with him.'"

"And that makes you upset, why?"

"This whole thing makes me upset! I should be able to be with whoever I want, they shouldn't be able to just tell me what to do, and you should have at least tried to stop them. But you didn't. Instead, you drew me a pretty picture," she said in a mockingly happy voice, mocking him, "and told me that you were going to die."

"I didn't tell you I was going to die."

"No, you told me to forget about you. As if that's that easy," Candice scoffed.

Joseph frowned at his. "When did he draw her a picture?"

Candice looked at him, registered his words, then reached into her pocket. "Oh, right. Don't have my phone. Do you have your phone with you?" she asked, pulling her legs to the ground.

Joseph stood up and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his device. He sat beside Candice and handed it to her. Like a pro, Candice knew exactly where she was going as she connected herself to her email and opened the most recent message from Lauren, the art designer of the studio. She brought up the image that Lauren had sent her, turning the phone to Joseph so he could see the picture.

Joseph sighed. "Oh look, we proceed to make him as sappy as possible..."

Candice opened her mouth in offence as she looked back to it. "I loved it! Even saved it as my phone's background."

Joseph frowned at her. "Why on earth would you do that?" he questioned as if it were ridiculous.

Candice smiled at the picture. "It's sweet. Even though he's telling her to forget everything..." Her thoughts were interrupted when Joseph got a new text.

Candice frowned at his phone. "Who is Buzz?" she questioned.

Shit, Joseph thought, Nate. He quickly took the phone from her. "My cousin. Shall we continue?" he asked, changing the subject.

Candice didn't seem to find anything weird, and she nodded, going back to the script.

Joseph put his phone back in his pocket, mentally noting that Candice was practically leaning on him. He smiled to himself and went to his script, resting his wrist on her knee that was resting on his.

"As if it's that easy," Candice said again, moving right on and not seeming to care that she was so close to Joseph - shoulders right on one another, her knee on his, and her elbow was so close to him that if he inhaled even a little too much air, his chest would come in contact with it. But Joseph was content (happy, even) so he went right along, smirking to himself and reading the romantic lines with Candice at his side, being as amazing as she always was.

And not even noticing him there.

Props to you if you got all the stupid tumblr slangs. And if you didn't and you thought I was speaking a different language, yeah, that's tumblr for you...

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