a drop of water as light as air

She didn’t know many things here on the ground. But she KNEW Diana Meade. And those moon eyes were  fooling no one. Caroline rolled her eyes at the comment, holding back a response about how he would certainly TRY with every other girl. But she spared her best friend the confirmation. ❝ Okay fine. ❞ The blonde shifted her gaze, scanning it along the rest of the camp’s occupants, trying to pick out one or two that WEREN’T total lost cause criminals, and we’re hot enough to be worthy of Diana. ❝ What about Scruffy over there? ❞

he steps back some as though he doesn’t fully trust her, his gaze measuring her closely. “ I’ve got a team. “ he responds. Sure they screw shit up but they always get things back in order eventually. “ No need to worry about it we’ve got it all under control. “

She stops, setting her pen down in her history book for a moment to turn and give Diana one of her FULL-FLEDGED looks. The kind that make the JV cheer squad cower in terror. ❝ I am LITERALLY giving you the insider scoop on how to get into my brother’s pants and you’re complaining about having to drive a half hour for a milkshake? ❞ This time, she picks up the pen, flicking it at Diana with a roll of her eyes and a small huff of ( mostly feigned ) irritation. This is going to be ridiculous. The two of them? They’ll be disgusting. Insufferable. All in the name of PUPPY-LOVE. ❝ You owe me, by the way. Like ‘get me a date with Stefan Salvatore’ owe me. ❞

Caroline sighed, sensing the need to change the HEAVIER matters of their conversation to something lighter. So she rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Diana’s offer. ❝ Bachelorette parties are for women who want to relive their wild days one last time before they settle down and who want to stare at hot men and their abs so they can pretend it’s them when they’re stuck having sex with their boring old husbands for the rest of their lives. ❞ Caroline shrugged, not even pausing A BEAT before she continued. ❝ My husband is super hot, has great abs, is FANTASTIC in bed, and pretty much was my wild days. — I vote we go wine tasting and then crash the Bachelor party. ❞

He smirks, tugging on a shirt before turning back to face her, arms folding over his chest as he leans back against his dresser. NOT INTERESTED. He tries not to laugh outright when she says it. Sure, he might not be the best guy.  He’s practically off-limits to her because of GIRL CODE, or whatever the fuck girls are spinning these days. But still, she can’t help but look. And why wouldn’t she? He knows he’s hot. Half the girls at school are trying to drape themselves over him. But he likes the challenge of Diana Meade. And besides, she’s NICE. Innocent, almost. ❝ Bathroom’s all yours, Your Highness. ❞ He even goes as far as to wave his hand invitingly towards the bathroom, giving her the same lopsided smirk the whole time.

Caroline sighed, glancing away from Diana for a moment as she noted the familiar tensing at the mention of the other man. KLAUS, she’d learned, was pretty much an encyclopedia Britannica of knowledge about the royal families. He knew EVERYTHING. And if there was any one person that had a shot of knowing where Bellamy had run off to, it was probably her boyfriend. So she nodded, figuring that after everything, it was the least she could do for her best friend. ❝ I’ll ask him. On one condition, ❞ Her features softened and she smiled at Diana. ❝ You have to come to dinner with me. You don’t have to come to the apartment just…out. You and me. Girl date. Like old times. ❞

”Diana there is a smile so bright on your face whenever you talk about him and I have seen the two of you how you are there for one another, he is good for you and you for him and if he ever hurts you I will break at least one of his hands.’ A pause follows as there is a teasing tone on his voice and a breath is taken as tongue is darting over his lower lips and then he is carrying on to say “ I need to change that not take the extra hours once I got the girl then I can figure the rest out I have been working double the hours for the past months”.

“ begin where you feel is most important. “ she tells her honestly what was happening and Rebekah can feel the entirety of impossibility weighing down on her. She was naive and innocence and Rebekah just wished she could have some of that back. 

She was so NOT going to feed her best friend’s obsession with her brother. No. No freaking way. Connor was disgusting and annoying and — he totally had the hots for Diana. And he was TERRIBLE at hiding it. The only two people who didn’t know that Diana and Connor wanted one another, were Diana and Connor. And right in the middle of the whole messy thing, was her. ❝ Are you waiting for me to give you the secret formula for getting my brother to fall in love with you? Because I don’t have it. He’s a guy, Diana. He likes football and shitty music and girls with boobs. ❞ A pause, and then she sighed, rolling her eyes. ❝ And he likes the Strawberry milkshakes from that dive diner two towns over. Get him that and french fries and…you’ve got yourself a Forbes. ❞

❝ Ok-ay. ❞ She sang the word a little bit, breaking it into two syllables as she looked away to hide her smirk. Diana wasn’t a moron. And she’d HAVE to be to ignore the fact that despite the fact that he was an egotistical, bossy, asshole of a leader —- Bellamy Blake did have his appeals. And they were a bunch of teenagers, on the ground, with nothing else to do but let their raging hormones take over. ❝ If you say so. But listen, if we’re down here for the rest of eternity — you might have to take one for the team. We might have to break off in pairs. REPOPULATE the earth, ya know? ❞   

Caroline felt her mouth dry slightly at Diana’s question, looking down at her hands wringing together before she shook her head. There was no telling WHAT Klaus would do if he found out that she was the reason Diana had found out. But she didn’t want to lose them. The group, the crew, the family. ❝ Technically I don’t really think I’m supposed to be…doing favors for Tyler. ❞ And this partially explained why. Tyler was DANGEROUS. For several reasons, but especially for her. ❝ And I don’t think Klaus would be happy about it. ❞

❝ Yeah but… he’s not YOU. ❞ Caroline sighed, giving Diana a softer look. ❝ He doesn’t watch eight hour marathons of Top Model with me when I’m sick or pick apart every piece of someone’s outfit on the red carpet. He doesn’t even know all of the judges on Project Runway. ❞ He wasn’t Diana. And for as long as she could remember, Diana had been her SOULMATE. The number one thing that she needed to get through the day. ❝ I’m gonna be like forty-five minutes away from you. That’s FAR. ❞

❝ Yeah? ❞ She grinned. Diana usually made a point to keep things close to her sleeve, try not to act overly excited about something that could still blow back in her face — but this time? This time she was practically unable to withhold her excitement. Which meant nothing but GOOD things for the couple. ❝ Finally. — But you’re not allowed to take him to Paris with you, alright? ❞ And if that meant that Di just HAD to move back to New York? Well, it wouldn’t be the worst thing.