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At first sight I left the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes
So shine bright, tonight you and I
We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky
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She runs as fast as she can to catch her bus. She arrives at the bus stop and tries to catch her breath. She is going to die, she is pretty sure of it. I mean, her heart is beating like crazy and she thinks her legs are going to let her down. But all is well for now, thanks you for the concern.
She waits, she waits, she waits, and when is this bus going to arrive ?, she waits, looks at the clock, he should be here. He is here. She enters, says Hello to the driver because she is a polite girl, because her mum has always told her to say Hello. She put her earphones on, listening to Mumford and Son because she loves it – and her favorite actor loves them so it helps. She watches the clock, she waits, she sees the girl who is in her classes, she smiles at her and she lets her stare fall on the floor. She watches the clock, all over again, she is a control freak like that, they are at the station, finally she wants to groan. She escapes the bus, she walks fast and he is here. She sees him. She smiles.
He wore a black shirt, a pair of black jeans and he is in all black except his curls and his skin and his hands. She wants to add his smile but, well, she never sees him smile. She looks at him like a crazy girl and she likes to exaggerate, a lot, it's in her bloodstream. So yeah, she watches a guy who never looks at her, who never talks to her, he doesn't even glance at her. But it's okay, she makes the story in her head and when she will stop taking the bus, she will forget him. It's just a way to spend time, watching the sexy guy in the bus.
He is tall, he has a nice ass – really, really nice – and she loves it. The bus is here, she waits in front of the door and he is just behind her, she feels his body behind her, he is so tall, she is so tiny and small and she loves it because she feels protected. She enters the bus, she says hello – she is polite, remember – and she sits in the second seat after the conductor because she knows that he is going to sit just in front of her. And surprise, he sits in front of her. She listens to Katy Perry because it makes her feel good. Today is a good day, she has good grades, she even manages to have a A. Her phone vibrates and it is Elena, who has problems with her brothers – and by brothers Caroline means the guys that Elena plays. But Elena complains over and over again about how her life is complicated, about how Caroline's problems mean nothing. She knows, she really knows that Elena doesn't do it on purpose but it hurts all the same.
Nevertheless, Caroline is a good friend - always been and always will – so she asks "What's up ? What can I do ?" and now, she is genuinely worried. It is the same story Damon is a sexy bastard who says harsh words which happen to be true to Elena and Stefan is the kind guy who always understands. It is kind of pathetic but she loves Elena, she is her best friend and who cares about the hole her father left in her chest ? So she says don't worry, everything is going to be fine, no one judges you, everybody knows your situation is complicated, take your time Elena. She is not going to say you're breaking a family, you will break their hearts. She eats the skin off her thumb, she is a little upset.
She stops what she is doing. He is talking. On the phone. She tries to hear what he is saying. She wants to hear his voice. Maybe it will stop her stupid obsession.
- I know. Yes. I know, he whispers.
He has an accent. He has a fucking accent. Well, she is screwed, the guy is perfect, what can she do about this ? She sighs and she sees his face in the window. His brows are furrowed, he is handsome.
- I will be with you soon, Bekah. No, i.. Right.
He doesn't speak after, he seems to be listening at this "Bekah" and then he closes his phone. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back. She sighs. Again. Of course he has a girlfriend, waiting for him at home. She is so stupid, nobody can be interested in someone as shallow as her and Elena is here with boys fighting all over her. She lets her head fall on the window slowly, without noise and listens to the music " I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground." Guess what, Tyler is not here and Matt was never in love with her. She is lying in the cold, far away from her daddy. She arrives in Mystic Falls and she gets up and pushes the button signaling to the driver that this is the moment for her to stop. She is standing in the alley, next to Sexy Guy but she doesn't glance. Nope buddy, not a chance. The bus stops, she advances, glances at the driver to say good bye and sees that Sexy Guy is looking at her. She gets out and stops herself to do a happy dance in the street.
- You should definitely trip over your foot and fall on him !
- I am so not doing that. Are you crazy ? I mean, I am sure your crazy boyfriend would laugh but no Lexi, I am so not doing that.
She looks at the blonde, Lexi is crazy and so funny. She doesn't know her for very long, she is in College, far away from Mystic Falls and all her childhood friends.
- Or you can just say Hi to him and it is done.
Rose shrugs and keeps writing her essay. Lexi rolls her eyes playfully and Caroline smiles. She has a lot of fun with these two.
- I can't, I will die from embarrassment. But I can pay a guy to break his face and save him !
They look at each other and try to contain their laughter because they are in the library. People glare at them so they take their bags and leave to the cafeteria. Caroline needs her cappuccino, Lexi her cookie and Rose thinks too much about her stupid regime. She is already perfect but, well, she always ends up taking a little piece of a cookie.
- I mean, the guy can't be that good-looking. Obviously, you are just being horny.
Rose scoffs and sits at the table.
- I am not going to eat, I am too fat.
- Really Rose ? You are already skinny, what do you have to lost, a bone maybe ?
Lexi raises an eyebrow and puts her bag on the table. Rose turns her head, ignoring Lexi.
- Fine, be stubborn, i will grab you something, groans Lexi.
The two girls walk to the counter.
- You should really talk to this guy. I am serious. Luka is the best thing that happened to me, I swear.
Caroline plays a little with her fingers.
- I don't know, I am not the girl who talks to random guy.
- You are such a disappointment, exhales Lexi smiling.
The boy behind the counter hands them two cookies and a cappuccino, smiling at them. They head to the table where Lexi puts the cookie in front of Rose.
- For you, it counts me an arm, eat it.
Rose 'eyes devour it but she makes a pout. Lexi sits and rolls her eyes.
- You are so full of it. Anyway, the news is : Caroline does not want to talk to Bus Boy. It's so sad.
- You are a drama queen, states Rose, mouth full of cookies, staring at Lexi.
She is so not in a good mood. It is raining, she has her ballerina and it is sinking and her hair is wet whereas she spent one hour straightening it. And if that was not enough, she was late this morning so she couldn't find anything and she had to put on sweatpants because, well she already had said it, she was late and now she is pissed off. So yes, she was walking to the bus stop dressed like a garbage bag. She waits, glaring at the rain. It was so not going to be a good day. The bus arrives, she enters, says hello to the driver, turns around and sees that the bus is full. Just her luck. She advances a little, the bus starts and sexy guy is here. She just doesn't believe her luck, he has to see her like this. He turns around and smiles at her, in fact, it is just a move of the lips but she can interpret, and he takes his bag with him, letting the seat next to him vacant. She can't believe that the only time he gives her attention is when she looks like a potato bag. She tries to smile and water falls from her hair and goes to drip on her sweatpants. A paper appears in front of her face. She looks at Sexy Guy, he has greenish eyes, the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen. She closes her mouth and turns her head, taking the paper. She wipes the water on her head, on her forehead and growls. It is just her luck.
- Thanks, she whispers, not daring to look at him.
- It was my pleasure, love.
The accent. It was going to kill her, she could bet on it. She opens her bag, searching for her iPod. Please don't tell her she had forget it ? Is it just the worst day ever ? Minus Sexy Guy of the bus. She huffs, closes her bag and stares at her lap. She glances at him, he is watching the windows, the landscape streaming, earphones on. She glances at her lap and takes her phone. Two messages, one from Lexi, one from Elena. She opens Elena's first. She feels bad about the brothers, it is going to be the motto of the day. Awesome. She vaguely responds, it is starting to bore her. She opens Lexi's. She is writing nonsense about cartoon and musics and guys and Luka. She smiles a little, talks about her shitty day, does not mention the Sexy Guy because he can have a glimpse of the message and it would be so embarrassing. She puts her phone on her lap, lets her head fall back and smiles a little. Lexi makes her happier with her silliness. Some texts later, they arrive at the train station and she gets up and looks back, catching Sexy Guy's eyes and smiles. He smiles a little and she swears on M&M's that he has dimples. He was just created to torture her. Yes. Sexy Guy is magical like that, get over it already. She can't stop smiling.
- I know, Lexi. I was so shocked, I couldn't believe how he is And he has dimples a-
- Miss Forbes, am I interrupting your conversation ?
- As a matter of fact, yes. However, I am sorry to interrupt your lesson.
She smiles brightly and takes her pen, ready to write. The teacher lets it slip, it doesn't matter. Like it doesn't matter that her hair looks like hell, that her sweatpants makes her look fat, that she doesn't have her iPod and that her phone's power will soon be over – yes, she has a Blackberry and she loves it.
She sits at the bus stop, all the seats are taken, she waits, puts her earphones in. She loves her new dress, it's bright and yellow and sunny. "I'm walking on sunshine and don't it feel good."She waits for the bus, she rubs her arms, she is cold, a little. And she knows she should have taken a jacket as her Mum says but she thinks that if she wears bright sunny clothing then the day is going to be sunny. It can be possible, don't laugh at her.
- May I take this seat ?
She raises her eyes, meeting greenish ones. She nods her head up and down, puts her bag on her lap. He sits next to her, she inhales – because she is crazy curious – and she smells him. He smells like joint, smoke and perfume – maybe cologne she is not sure – but she loves it. He smells good but she is just going to be happy. Bright like sunshine.
The bus is here, she gets up, he gets up too, lets her pass in front of him – is he also a gentleman ? – and they wait a little. She stops her music. She wants to talk to him.
- Excuse me, she asks, turning her head toward him.
He pops up toward her, eyebrows raised. He tilts his head to the left, staring at her.
- How are you ?
She wants to slaps herself. Why did she say this ? He looks confused.
- I am good. Thanks for your.. hum.. concern ?
It seems like a question as if he doesn't know what he was supposed to say.
- Your welcome. I just wanted to thank you again because my day wasn't so good when you helped me last week and, well, thank you.
She smiles and enters the bus, says hello to the driver and sits.
- May I ?
He designates the seat next to her and she nods. He sits, smiles, dimples on his cheeks. She stares at the back of the seat in front of her, she knows that he doesn't like to talk. It is not a problem. It is a good day, she wants to talk to him.
- Are you cold ? she asks.
He wears a white shirt with black jeans and that's all. He raises his head fast and looks at her.
- No, I am good.
He smiles, deepened his dimples. He takes things out of his bag and she concentrates on her outside surroundings. He doesn't want to talk. Whatever. Smoke, weed and cologne are her favourite smells, it is law, now. She waits, watching the landscape – the same over and over again – texting Elena and Bonnie and Lexi. It is her clue to leave, she turns a little and Sexy Guy gets up, raising the left side of his mouth in a playful way, tendering her a piece of paper. She takes it, smiles brightly at him and passes by him, inhaling.
- Have a nice one, she says.
She leaves the bus, she opens the paper and it's her. Her with water all over her face, with the brightest smile on her face, beautiful. He sketches her beautifully, a picture of her she never catches in the mirror. She thought it was the worst day to meet him and in the bottom of the paper is a note. She stops breathing. Thank you. Klaus.
Klaus. It is his name. It is magnificent, it fills her heart and even a little hole in her chest, the one her own father made. Someone thinks she looks like that, someone is actually seeing her like that. She feels wings on her back. Nobody ever makes her believe she was beautiful. Sure she was not ugly, but nobody ever tells her she was beautiful. She closes her eyes, she inhales and she can swear that there is her favourite smell in the air.
The drawing is next to her mirror where she examines herself every morning and when she feels like she is not enough, she looks at it and she feels a wave of confident. It is her magic potion, her secret.
She is late, she knows it is his hour to take the bus but she is going miss it if she keeps walking so slow. She hurries because she can't miss it. She has to see him and show him how grateful she is. Because it gives her hope for the future and it is more than anybody has ever done for her. She runs because she is so late and she thinks that she is going crazy, that it is just a guy, that she is so shallow that a simple drawing makes her stupid, tripping all over herself. She catches the bus, says hello to the driver and tries to let her stare fall on Klaus. And fails. She is disappointed, she sits just behind the driver. The bus sets out and she knows he never is going to show up. Anyway, she will wait.
- May I ?
She thinks she is dreaming but she turns her head anyway – because even if it is a dream she wants to see his perfect face – and here he is, breathing sharply as he has been running. She takes her bag, puts it on her laps and stares at him while he sits.
- I am Caroline, she eventually says when he looks at her.
His eyebrows pucker and he stares at his bag, takes something and she deflects her stare, their moment is gone, he wants to be all alone in his bubble and it's okay.
She finds another drawing in her hand when she leaves the bus. It is her, in her sunny dress and in the bottom is written :Light of the day, Bright like the sun. Nothing can be better – maybe his lips on her, a girl can dream.
- You are so skilled, I find you impressive in fact.
- Really ?
His voice is low, his tone surprised. She smiles because he doesn't seem to want to go in his bubble.
- Yes. I love your drawing, even if I'd rather prefer it to be on other subject.
She giggles and looks at him. He is handsome, so bright, so dark. His scent is all over her, she loves it. He shifts a little, his t-shirt tightening over his shoulders. He is lean but he seems strong.
- My apologies if it makes you uncomfortable.
- No, it is not what I mean. I just don't really like to see me usually but your drawings are so …
She wants to go on about how much she loves his work but she sees that she makes him uncomfortable now.
- I am sorry. Your work is perfect, that is all you have to know.
- Can I keep drawing you ? he asks suddenly after a pause.
He caught her off guards and she watches him, not knowing what to say.
- Yes but I am not going to pose so as to allow you to draw me.
He smiles and it is her favourite. His lips pursed a little, so shy, so handsome. Her heart melts a little and when he lowers his head, she can see bruise on his collarbone, a little. She feels a cold on her spine, she observes the way he lowers his head, he seems so shy but he carries a puissance with him, something strong.
- I am drawing form memory usually, not really a problem for me.
- Why are you taking the bus ?
- I'm going to work, like you I suppose.
- Actually, I'm going to College. Where do you work ?
He scratches the back of his neck.
- I am a carpenter, I work on roofs. What are you studying ?
- English. Aren't you too young to work ?
She can't stop herself to ask. He seems like a boy who needs a hot chocolate, not a man who plays with his life on roof. It explains the bruise on his collarbone, however.
- No. I am a big boy.
He winks at her and she can't stop herself to see an innuendo. She is such a pervert.
- I am just worried. Isn't it dangerous ?
His smile is less playful, more forced.
- I am tough, more than you think.
- As long as I have my drawings, I won't complain. It's a promise.
He takes his sketchpad and starts to draw.
One day, when the rain falls on the window like it will never stop, she asks.
- Does it bother you ?
He doesn't ask questions but by the way he raises his eyebrows, she knows.
- Me talking to you.
A silent oh escapes his lips – his perfect full red lips – and his pencil stops scratching the paper.
- No. You are different.
She wants to ask more questions but really what does she have to ask ?
- How was work today ? I mean, with all this rain.
- Good. I like the rain.
- And what do you love ?
- My apologies but I don't fully understand your question.
- You always like thing, never love.
- I love my family and soccer.
- Do you have siblings ?
- Three. And you ?
- None. I envy you.
He smirkes and shakes his head.
- You tell that now, but wait to spend one day with Bekah and the only thing you will want to do is run away.
He laughs and it is calm, low and it is sweet. But she sees, the warning in his demeanour, the way his body is starting to distance itself from her.
- And when did you start smoking ?
He looks surprised but she can't say if it is because she knows he smokes or if it is because she changes the subject so fast.
- Too long for remember.
- Are you a Grandpa or something like that ? I am just curious.
- About what ? he asks finally after a moment – moment when he was trying to draw something.
- What does it bring you ?
- Calm. Reconfort. I don't know.
- Sorry, I am bothering you with my incessant question.
She smiles but her eyes are sad. Because it is what her father always tell her – Stop bothering me with your question. You know nothing. – and it is what put salt on her wound, increasing the hole. She lets her eyes fall on her laps, tears in her eyes. She is so weak, she has to be strong but is is so difficult.
- I think it is my turn to question you.
Her ? She doesn't know what he has to ask, her life is quite boring.
- Why did you choose English ? for your degree I mean.
Her eyes opens wild a little. He caught her off guard. Again.
- I think that all words have a meaning for a reason and that, if we know precisely this meaning, we can access at a whole new world. That all is a question of interpretation. I don't know if you read East of Eden but they talk about it and I think it is pretty awesome. And I'm rambling like a Grandma. Sorry.
- No, no, don't apologize. I find it very interesting. And yes, I read it, he adds with a smile.
She realizes he had read a lot of classics, he gets a lot of references she makes.
- You were not bound to be a carpenter, right ?
He raises an eyebrow, a playful expression on the face.
- What do you mean ?
- You know what I mean. You know a lot of things, you have a big culture.
- So because I am good with my hands, I can't big cultured. That's not very kind, you know.
He puts an hand to his heart, an hurtful expression on the face.
- You are so funny, she stats sarcastically. That is so not what I wanted to say and you perfectly know it.
He smiles, dimples on cheeks, before seriousness spread all over his face.
- I wanted to be an artist but it was not going to pay so I choose to be carpenter, it still is creation. I guess.
He shrugs and she can see it is difficult for him to admit it.
- When I was little I wanted to be a princess. I guess we are both disappointed.
He smiles and keeps drawing.
You already are a princess, sweet Caroline.
She speeds up because it is one of Klaus' day and she can't lose it. The bus is here, she enters and he is not here. Not. Here. She huffs and sits. Maybe he is going to appear like the other time. The bus starts and there is no chance that he comes now. Worst day ever. She is so disappointed that she can cry. But no, she is strong. He is going to be here tomorrow, maybe he has a day off, that's all.
He doesn't come the day after.
He doesn't come the day after. She is worried.
He doesn't come the day after. She is more worried.
He doesn't come the day after. She is worried sick because it is the week end and it is going to be one week without him.
He doesn't come the day after.
- May I ?
She turns her head, mouth opened.
- No ! Where were you ?
He is watching her, a blank expression on the face.
- I was sick, I couldn't go to work.
- What are you waiting for? Sit !
She points the seat and huffs. He sits, carefully.
- I caught the flu, I couldn't get out of my bed.
- You could have told me !
She is staring at him, angry.
- I don't understand.
- I was worried, okay ? I thought you had fell from your roofs or something worse. Maybe you were dead !
He smiles.
- Are you laughing at me ?
- No, of course not. I'm pleased, you miss me.
He cocks an eyebrow and her face flushes red. He stares at the window.
- Whatever.
She can't smile now that she is watching her Mum's text. "I won't be home tonight, see you tomorrow night. Kiss, Mum."Of course, Mum, not a problem. She is never with her, she is always alone at home but tonight they were supposed to watch TV together, eating a TV plate. But no, her job had called so Caroline has to say Yes Mum, No problem, I will be good and alone.
- Come to my home ?
He raises his eyebrows and chuckles.
- I don't think you want me to go to your home, sweetheart.
She rolls her eyes.
- What's the point to ask if I don't want ?
- Don't know. You tell me.
- Please. My mom works all night and I don't want to be alone all this time.
- How long do you want me to stay ?
- As long as you want.
- Desperate much ?
- Shut it.
She crosses her arms. He is high, she sees it in his eyes and in the way he talks and makes fun of her. She loves this side of him.
- I am in no hurry so as long as I can.
- We will see.
She smiles sweetly and looks out the window. She knows he loves to draw when he is high, more than usual
It is the moment to stop, he gets up, let her pass by him but, this time, he follows her. She says good bye to the driver and she wants to hug him because hello, Klaus is coming in her home. They walk until they are at her doorstep, she unlocks her door enters and lets her bag fall next the door. She goes to the kitchen and turn around.
- Do you want something to eat ?
- Sure, he smiles.
She puts the bread in the toaster.
- Can I smoke ?
Her mother would have said no, too bad she is at work.
- Sure.
She takes the bread out of the toaster. She takes the butter in the fridge and smears it on the bread, after she takes the chocolate powder and displays it on the butter. She takes the two huge slice and walks to the sofa, putting it on the coffee table, next to Klaus' work – or joint as you like. She observes the way he licks the paper and all her inside goes crazy.
- Smells good.
- Can I ?
He turns toward her after finishing his work.
- Can you what ?
- Smoke.
- Not cig, you know.
- I know.
He purses his lips and scans her face. Whatever he finds seems good because he nodded. He takes out the fire of his pocket and brings the joint to his lips. Her lips are going to be at the same place his are. She cannot breath and she watches with fascination the way he burns the paper. He inhales eyes closed and expires, smiling. He leads it to her, she takes it and places it on her lipes.
- Take a breath, keep it a little in your mouth and swallow.
She does as he said and she cannot help but cough. He smiles a little and it is the cutest thing she has ever seen.
- Take an other. In two or three, you'll stop coughing.
She does as he said and it works. She smiles at him and she wants to kiss his lips so bad. She remembers suddenly the toasts and it makes her laugh. He has a wicked smile, watching her. She grabs one and takes a bite. She moans because the moment is perfect,.this taste is perfect, the weed is perfect, Klaus is perfect. She thinks about Elena and it doesn't even bother her. She shows her toast just in front of Klaus' mouth.
- Want a bite ?
He smiles and bite in her toast, where her tooth have been, where her tongue have been. She wants to dance but, first, she has to finish her toast. They eat because he takes his toast finally.
- How is Elena ?
- Why are we talking about her ?
- Don't know. Wanted to talk.
She laughs like there is no tomorrow, it scratches her belly.
- You never want to talk.
- Well, now i want.
- Why don't we talk about your friend ?
- Which one ?
- Don't know.
- Last time Kol said that when you're high, you're increasing your number of cells' brain. Marijuana who do that.
- Does this mean i'm getting more intelligent at each second ?
- Yep.
- Oh.
She gets up and puts mtv, listening music is always that good. She starts moving because she has an energy rush and she closes her eyes and she feels so good.
- Do you have some whiskey ?
She opens her eyes, glances at him and goes to the kitchen. She rolls her eyes at him but can't help loving all of him.
- Is there a sin you don't have ?
She grabs the bottle and toss it to him from the doorstep. She sees his wicked smile and puts her hand on her ears.
- I don't want to know. Got it ?! She adds before pointing him.
He makes this thing with his mouth that says "as you wish but it's a shame" and she rolls her eyes. He opens the bottle and glances at her.
- No glass ?
- Be a man. So Kol is your best friend ?
He was taking a big gulp but her question caught him off guard and he can't help but cough. She smiles, keeps dancing, watching him. She wants to lick the whiskey at the corner of his mouth. She comes near him, advances her hand and takes with her finger the single drop near his mouth. He is looking straight at her with wonder as she licks her finger.
- So Kol ?
She smiles when she sees the confusion on his face. She is happy with herself, if she could, she would tap her on the back.
- Don't have a best friend. He's cool and smokes so we hang out.
- All this feelings are overwhelming you know, she says sarcastically.
He smiles, takes an other gulp, glances at the joint on the table. He stops smoking it after Caroline began dancing.
- Like whiskey ? he asks.
- No.
- Why did you taste it ?
- Wanted to taste you.
She is too high to know what she is saying, she does not have any filter.
- All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.
She leans closer to him, her nose near his, she closes her eyes and takes a breath. Her favourite smell in the air.
- Sweet Jesus, you smell so good, she whispers.
He chuckles. She can fell his breath on her lips but she wants to enjoy him, his proximity.
And someone knocks on the door. She curses, it's fucking unbelievable ! She gets up, goes to the door and opens it angrily. It's Elena. Of course, it is Elena.
- What ? She practically screams.
Elena's eyes are wide opened.
- I heard that your mother is working tonight so I thought I came keep you company. I know how much you hate to be all alone.
Caroline softens. Elena is her best friend since kindergarten and even if it is difficult to remember it with all this drama-Salvatore, Elena knows her and is here when it is important.
- No it is okay. I am with a friend from the bus. Call you tomorrow ?
She smiles brightly, mirroring Elena.
- No problem, have fun.
She waves and Elena is in her car. She closes the door and goes back on the sofa. Klaus is laying on it, feet on the coffee table, head back. She smiles and sits on his laps, facing him, one thigh on each side of his hips. His eyes open up, greenish in her blue ones. He smiles a little.
- So where were we ? He asks softly, gazing at her lips, one hand on her hips.
She smiles wildly, leans closer, touching his nose.
- Here, I think.
She still has her eyes opened, like him. She closes them and licks his lips. She wants to smile when she feels him tightening his grip on her hips but she doesn't have the time, he is already devouring her. She loves all of him.
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Feel the warmth, we'll never die
We're like diamonds in the sky
You're a shooting star I see
A vision of ecstasy
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Rihanna, Diamonds
- Snow Patrol, set the fire to the third bar
- Aly & AJ, walking on sunshine
- John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Thanks to queenofklaroline, she is gold in FanfictionWorld.