Chapter 15
[Two days later]
The flight was bearable.
A lot better than her first flight over. Again she didn't remember much of it as she lay fast asleep. Although, she knew one thing, she didn't have the gross kinda nice man sitting next to her, she didn't have the phobia of a plane crash and she definitely didn't have Tyler on her mind. But instead of all that, she had Klaus there, filling her mind with thoughts, worried and assumptions.
How he did it or why he had this effect on her was baffling. She didn't know a man could have such influence on her. She remembered every last detail of his face, his features and she knew his emotions inside out.
She was convinced that these brothers were cursed or something, it just made them, unforgettable. They may not be real brothers but they definitely had the same effect on her.
Even after a few days of being home, in her own house she still couldn't stop thinking about him. She wanted to see his reaction to the car, it was a long shot. She couldn't guarantee that he would like it but it was a risk she was willing to take. She smiled as she thought of how touched he would be, it was the perfect parting gift – if she said so herself – she wondered if he was thinking about her as much as she thought about him.
She had hoped that coming home, her feelings would change or preferably go away but there were still there. She had hoped he felt the same, if he did he would have come after her but he didn't. He more than willingly sent her on her way. She doubted she would ever see him again and she wouldn't blame him. What they had was something of the past now, whatever it was. It was fun while it lasted but it was about time to break out of the fairytale and move into reality.
She had her head wedged too tightly in the clouds. It wasn't doing her any good. She sat down on her sofa, drinking a glass of wine. She had Déjà vu; it was how it all happened. She sat in the same place she got the phone call about Tyler. She wasn't sure whether she was happy that it happened as she wouldn't have met Klaus or whether she wished it never happened.
It was then she heard a knock at the door.
Putting down her wine on the coffee table she walked over to the nearest mirror. Her hair in its regular curls, red lipstick and flared white dress. She had to be presentable, just because she went on holiday didn't mean that she could slack off on appearance. At the moment, she didn't restart her job as she was claiming she was jet lagged she may not have actually been jet lag but she definitely didn't feel normal. It was like something was missing. She hadn't even visited her family yet.
She was too wrapped up in trying to get her life back on track. Klaus had messed her up pretty bad. She thought about the things she said when they were together and even now she cringed at how much of a flirt he and she were. She didn't know why she never noticed it at the time. They were both playing each other.
Caroline smiled, shaking the thought out of her mind and she tried to think nothing more of it as she patted down her skirt and walked over to the door
"Hello?" she said before gasping at the large package in his hands
"Caroline"
"What's it this time?" she said bluntly, rolling her eyes
"Just a parcel today" she smiled at George, the parcel delivery man as he handed the electronic machine that she had to sign
"Thanks George, no more now okay. I think I've got my fair share of post" she smiled
"I'll try honey but I don't control the post. Don't shoot the messenger" He gave her the parcel, as she closed the door, saying goodbye to him as he left. Since she came back, all she was getting was mail after mail, parcel after parcel. So much that she had made friends with the parcel delivery man and that was saying something. She had only been away two weeks; it was surprising how much the post built up.
She sat back in her seat as she opened the parcel
"Chocolates?" she frowned looking at the tag "Matt" she sighed, an ex boyfriend that decided he liked her again, that's all she needed. She dated a while back, way before Tyler but he had tried contacting her on facebook and well she may have told him she was married. So he left her alone, looks like news spread about Tyler's dead and here he was again. She had to give him some credit, he never gives up. That was the problem when they were dating, he was clingy and well, she never had a moment to herself.
She didn't need another man issue to deal with.
She was about to throw the chocolates on the sofa when the door rang again
"Seriously? More Post?" she rolled her eyes and took a deep sigh, before forcing herself off the sofa. She took her time, after all what was the hurry, it was just George
"How big is your package this time?" she smiled, opening the door to see a familiar dimples face and a British Accent to match. His raised one eye brow as he had that cheeky smirk on his face before he answered
"Hello, Sweetheart"
© Ms Zola, Oct 2012