Can You write a human Klaroline drabble based off the song "I Know What You Did Last Summer" by Shawn Mendes and Camile Cabello?
Thank you for this amazing song and prompt anon, I'd never heard it but it's a great song. This was tough, I'll be honest. It might not be exactly what you imagined (anti-Stefan I admit) but I hope as a KC fan you'll like it anyway…
I Know What You Did Last Summer
He knows dirty secrets that I keep
Does he know it's killin' me?
He knows, he knows
Does he know, another's hands have touched my skin?
I won't tell him where I've been
"Stefan," she murmured, walking into his house uncertainly. He seemed unmoved in front of the fire before he eventually responded, his voice low and his brown eyes boring into hers.
"So, after all this time you finally decide to grace me with your presence," he said, taking a slow sip from his scotch. "Where have you been all summer, Caroline?"
"I told you I needed some time away from all the drama," she began. "You can't hold that against me."
"I thought you supposedly loved me," he bit out.
"I do, I did," she stuttered, noticing him grimace at her use of the past tense.
"Well you have a funny way of showing it,"
It's tearing me apart
And she's slipping away
I'm slipping away…
Am I just hanging on to all the words she used to say?
The pictures on her phone
And she's not coming home
Coming home, coming home
"I never meant for it to happen this way," she murmured. "I just…"
"You just went to New Orleans and found the predictable person to screw," he growled. "Just be honest."
"It wasn't like that," she shot back.
"So tell me how it was," he argued, throwing his scotch glass towards the fire, Caroline winced as it shattered into hundreds of pieces on its impact on the mantle.
"It felt like home."
"Oh please," he scoffed. "It was always him, admit it."
I know what you did last summer
Just lie to me, there is no other
I know what you did last summer
Tell me where you've been
I know what you did last summer
Look me in the eyes, my lover
I know what you did last summer
Tell me where you've been
"Okay, I admit it. I'm sorry but he did help me through some things."
"Sure he did Caroline," Stefan spat. "He always wanted you and even though you try to deny it you've always wanted him."
"It wasn't like that," she implored.
"You always thought he was horrible, so what changed your mind?"
"He asked if I was okay," she murmured.
"He did what?"
"Something you never did Stefan, even after all the time we'd been together," she stuttered. "He wanted to know how I was."
"It was all an act, obviously," he joked. "He has no idea how to show any compassion, history certainly shows us that."
"I'm not so sure," she whispered.
"Oh, so now you're falling for his pathetic tricks."
"All I know is that he cares about me, something that hasn't happened for a very long time," she replied. "He makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world."
When she looks me in the eyes
They don't seem as bright
No more, no more, I know
Then she loved me at one time
Would I promise her that night
Cross my heart and hope to die
"So you screwed him, really classy Caroline."
"I didn't screw him," she growled. "Yes, we were intimate, but I would never do that to you."
"Gee thanks," he groaned. "So nice of you."
"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you, but maybe it's a sign that we both need to move on with our lives?"
"Oh to Klaus Mikaleson you mean?" He asked, incredulously, finally using his name. "Wow, you've really lowered your standards."
"I haven't lowered anything, Stef." she murmured, refusing to entertain his comments.
"Don't call me that, you have no right to anymore."
"This is just something I need to do."
"Well, good luck with that."
"I really am sorry things turned out this way."
"I think it's a little late for that." Stefan stalked upstairs and Caroline felt the tears gather in her eyes. She really shouldn't have expected it to go any better than that.
What she'd failed to mention was that Klaus hadn't declared his undying love to her in all their time together in New Orleans. Not that she expected it from Klaus, but he had her heart and even if he didn't feel the same she couldn't lead anyone else on, especially Stefan. She never meant to hurt him after all.
Caroline walked aimlessly through the main street of her hometown silently berating herself for her stupidity. Klaus Mikaelson would never love her, why did she think after everything that he had actual feelings for her. Yes, he'd made some promises, but that didn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things.
They'd been so intimate and she couldn't deny the lingering kisses he'd trailed down her cheek or the promises of showing her the world one day that he'd murmured in her ear. Klaus had stopped short of going any further but the look in his blue eyes had made Caroline believe there was more to his declarations than she expected.
"You shouldn't be walking by yourself." She looked up, the English accent causing her stomach to flutter.
"Why not?"
"I would hate something to happen to you," he implored, finally stepping into the light. His blonde curls and those blue eyes and crimson lips making her temporarily unsteady on her feet.
"Well, I'm fine."
"Enough with the fake bluster sweetheart," he teased. "I can read you, you know."
"So if you can read me, what am I thinking?"
"You're thinking what a waste of time it is walking around this desolate town when you could be with me in New Orleans."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really."
"Someone has a high opinion of themselves."
"No, I just know how much you enjoy my witty banter," he shot back. "And I can't bear being apart from you because I'm in love with you."
"You are?"
"Why are you so surprised?"
"Because you never said."
"It was only because I thought you loved someone else and I never had a chance," he murmured, pulling her closer and nuzzling his face into her hair.
"It was only ever you," she murmured.
"That's all I ever needed to hear. How about we get out of here, love."
"I thought you'd never ask."