(This book is for @carolineforbes1864, I love you)
The dance. The dance. The dance.
That is all I can ever think of.
Am I going to please her enough? Will she love me?
I decided to ask Rebekah.
"Rebekah!!" I screamed from my room. "What do you want, Kol?!" "Help!" She ran toward my room and came in breathless.
"I-I thought something happened!" She said, trying to catch her breath.
"I need help. If you really want to impress someone at a dance, for example, the school one, what would you wear?" I said, hopefully waiting for her answer so she can get out of my room already.
"YOUR GOING TO THE DANCE?!" She screeched. "WITH WHO?!" "Oh, no one, just... Caroline?"
"Woah! Woah, woah, woah! Klaus's Caroline?!" "Maybe...." I said. "You can't do that!"
"Yes I can!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES! God, Rebekah! Just answer my question already!" I said, very annoyed.
"Be right back in about," she glanced at her watch, "An hour!"
"Ok?" I wonder why?
