School year's over for me. I can't believe my freshman year of college has come to end because there was a time I thought it would never end and all the work was making me go barmy and too busy to write really. So please understand that, I do have other responsibilities besides writing fan fiction and I don't always get to update all the time or for long periods of time like these past few months. I know some of you are still waiting on the prompts you suggested or an update from my other Koroline stories and I'm sorry for the wait but seriously life can't be ignored sometimes.

And after that rant. Since it's the summer here now for me, I get to write and hopefully get your prompts all done (but knowing you guys I'll end up writing till I'm dead with the way you keep coming up with more).

I sort of just played around with the plot of this one. I took some elements of the movie especially the last lines of dialogue which were shamelessly taken from Kat's poem in the movie.

Prompt: "What about Ten Things I hate about you (the movie) ?" –icexblue

"Alright, remind me again why I'm going on this 'double date' thing with you?"

Kol wanted to gag at even the idea that he, Kol freaking Mikaelson, was going on a double date, something he didn't think existed out of shitty romantic comedies anymore. And such things he avoided among other things like crocs and being around Bekah when it was that time of the month again.

"Because you are my friend," Jeremy answers him resolutely. "And I'm paying for those parking tickets your parents don't know about."

Bribery and blackmail, Kol couldn't be more proud. "As pleased I am with your improving methods in persuasion I still can't fathom why I need to be on this date with you."

Jeremy sighed at this, his shoulders slumping like an overgrown eagle decided to use him as a landing post.

"Because Bonnie's uncomfortable with us being alone. We've both got issues you know? Her after that Jamie guy, me after…after Anna," He grimaced at the thought of his ex. "Bonnie initially offered doing this with Damon and Elena but that is a hell I refuse to go through."

"Yes, well, watching them shag each other in the movie theater can make things awkward for you and Bon-Bon," Kol smirked at his friend's look of horror. "Just out of curiosity, who is my 'date'?"

Jeremy did that shifty eye thing he did when he was trying not to blurt out the truth. "Just a friend of Bonnie's."

"Which friend?"

"Bonnie has a lot of friends."

Kol's eyes narrowed as that feeling gnawing inside him grew. "Gilbert, if it is who I think it is-"

"She's really nice and pretty!" Jeremy pointed out. "You'll enjoy yourself with her. I swear!"

Kol stared down the other male, trying to make him fess up. "And let me guess, she's blonde, tall and really chatty."

"Maybe."

"I am going to punch you, Gilbert."

"I'll pay for your dinner." Jeremy pleaded with those pathetic puppy dog eyes and Kol wanted to rip them out and make him eat them. But he owed Jeremy a few too many times and he knew he was going on this date from hell whether he liked it or not.

Kol glared at the other boy. "You're buying me my weight in food."

"Deal."

Jeremy's smile was sickening.

And a few days later, Kol and Jeremy were meeting up with the girls at the movie theater and Jeremy bought the tickets while Kol sulked in the corner, glaring at the movie posters and anyone passing by. If he was miserable, then everyone should be miserable too. How dare they enjoy themselves?

"Jeremy!"

Bonnie rushed over to Jeremy and they did that awkward and cloying smiling, eye-contact, greeting bullshit that made Kol want to disembowel himself.

Meanwhile, Kol noticed his date looking as every bit unhappy as him. The blonde looked like she'd been told she was going on a date with a toad. Kol inwardly bristled and glared at her because how dare she. It's not like he forced her to go.

Jeremy motioned for him to stop looking like a serial killer in the corner and join the disjointed and unnatural group. Kol went but not happily. Jeremy and Bonnie got into lovey-dovey mode and didn't notice anything else but each other. In the movie theater they were giggling and whispering to each other and Kol was deciding whether to throw his popcorn at them or kill them. Either one really.

Or maybe he should just kill himself because why the hell was he being subjected to a shitty and predictable romantic comedy made clearly for those of the estrogen-inclined. He signed up for free food and two hours of ignoring the blonde pouting unhappily beside him not this nightmare from the gates of hell.

After he was sure he was growing a vagina of his own, he muttered to Jeremy he was getting some candy and Jeremy handed him some money. He was paying for this shit so Kol was going to abuse the fuck out of it.

He was rushing to get out of the horror show in there he didn't notice his 'date' following him until he took a seat on one of the soft little sofas and saw the blonde fidgeting and looking bemused.

"Forbes." He greeted her because his brain cells had melted sometime during twenty minutes ago and he wasn't really sure what he was saying. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Forbes wrinkled her nose. "If you mean I'm pretty sure I contacted diabetes or HIV from our best friends, then yes, I am enjoying myself."

"They're sickening." He agreed with her because nothing brought people together than negativity towards something. "How about the movie? Don't you enjoy those mushy movies?"

"Not today, I don't." She took a seat on the sofa beside him. "Why did I ever agree to this?"

"Cause despite how innocent they look, Jeremy Gilbert and Bonnie Bennett are secretly sadists and they guilt-tripped us into this scene from American Horror Story minus the fun, gory stuff."

She giggled at that, surprising him. "How did you feel when you learned I was your date?"

"Honestly?" He was too blunt for lies. "I was thinking of finding a replacement best friend after Jeremy suddenly mysteriously disappears. You?"

"Abstract horror," Forbes nodded gravely. "Elena took a photo and posted it on Facebook."

Kol smirked at that, already trying to imagine the look on Forbes' face and he needed to see it. He would pay her to see it. He would get the rights to Facebook just to see it and have a copy of it forever. "Can I see?"

She rolled her eyes, took out her phone and showed him. As he expected she looked like someone in a horror movie right before the killer stabbed the victim to the death.

He laughed, loud and hard. Almost like a seal in joy because he was pretty sure he was losing his mind. Here he was tricked into a double date and watching a rom-com because of Jeremy bloody Gilbert and now speaking civilly to Caroline Forbes, a girl he didn't even really like all that much in the first place.

It was official. He'd lost his marbles.

And Forbes grimaced and smacked him on the arm. "Stop it. I hate you."

He stopped laughing and in his high he found himself staring into Forbes' blue eyes like the sky when he went hunting with his brothers and shot down birds. And the bloody images that followed were the wrong thing to think about when you find yourself unexpectedly attracted to a girl but oddly fitting still at the same time. Because he was going to puke.

He made it to the loo in time with Forbes looking worried as he came out. She winced and handed him a water bottle. "You look like crap."

"Why thank you, sweetheart," He replied after swallowing. "You know I live for your opinions."

"Ha-Ha," She lightly punched him on the arm and it was too chummy for they weren't friends but he didn't protest because he was still feeling woozy. "You are such an asshole."

She looked panicked when he began to sway and held on to him so he could have her as a support. "Whoa, you seem to be really sick." Her hand went to his forehead and she tsked. "Could be the flu. Ok, tough guy, time to go home."

He just grunted in response as she started to drag him outside the movie theatre and to her car. He vaguely remembered getting into her car, Forbes strapping his seatbelt and looking worried the entire time before she got in herself and started the car.

He didn't mind the scenery out the window and stared at the blonde girl driving instead. It was beginning to rain and he listened to the pit-pattering of the rain before asking her, "Why are you so nice?"

She stiffened, probably surprised at the question or him speaking. Or both. Nevertheless she gave him a smile and a shrug and said, "I'm just nice, I guess."

He sighed and leaned back into the seat, closing eyes as they were beginning to burn from the fever. "You're better than I thought you'd be."

"What did you think I'd be like?" She asked obligingly like he was a child.

"Like my sister." He replied. "Girly and evil."

She laughed at that, loudly. "I've met your sister. And I can't believe you thought I was like her."

He shrugged but it was more like a slight lifting of his shoulder because he was already feeling faint like a sickly Victorian girl. "It was the hair, I guess. And the pom-poms."

She mm-hmmed like he was so silly. "Pom-pom hate? Do you hate cheerleaders?"

"Not really." He dated cheerleaders. He shagged cheerleaders. He had nothing against Team Pom-Poms except for the cheeriness because he could only handle so much 'school spirit' but he didn't hate them. "I hold no hate for your kind."

"And me? Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, Forbes." Kol just told her, already feeling himself drift off. "Not even close."

"Not even a little bit?"

Her voice was a faint echo and he forced himself to answer.

"Not even at all."