Disclaimer: I own nothing but a warped imagination and a weird sense of humour.

A/N: I'm not big on writing romance, but I thought I'd give it a shot

Baby is this love for real?

Prologue

Have you ever been in love? The kind of love where you think about them 24/7, and every time they're in your mind you get bubbles in your tummy? Where you knew you wanted them from the first time you saw them?

How about the kind where, even though he's hated you since you tried to kiss him in Kindergarten you still want him? Where you would rather have him insult you than have him not speak to you at all? Where he really knows how you feel, but continues to get a new girlfriend every week just to torture you. Where you'd rather stab your eyes out than see him with these girls, watching them touch him, hug him, kiss him.

As lame as that sounds, that's the kind of love I had for him, even though I didn't realise it back then. Ever since we met I'd always wanted to be with him. After he rejected me I acted like I hate him rather than go through the humiliation of begging for him to accept me. Even at five I could be a bitch.

We'd practically grown up 'hating' each other. As I got older I realised that I didn't have a chance with him and I should move on. I—in a way—followed in his footsteps, but no on purpose.

I started going out with every guy that asked me out or paid me any attention, breaking up with them after weeks, sometimes even days. I didn't want to waste my time with guys I didn't really like. That was fine then, short relationships were expected in middle school, almost tradition, but when I got to high school everything changed.

My 'boyfriends' lived up to the typical hormonal fifteen-year-old expectancy, started wanting more than just kissing and fondling. I, of course was the wrong girl to pressure. After the first couple came away with bust lips, bloody noses and bruised ego's the guys realised that I wasn't an easy ride and began to back off.

My longest relationship was in my sophomore year. It lasted about 10 months and I considered him to be my first boyfriend, even though I'd had many before him.

I thought I'd finally gotten over my feelings for him.

We were loud, outspoken and craved attention. He was practically my other half, minus the bitchy attitude and oestrogen. I think it lasted so long because he was the only guy who could handle me and my violent temper.

The funny part is, he was the best friend of him, my 'enemy'. He said that's why he broke it off with me.

Flashback…

"I love you Caroline you know that. But I mean, you and Klaus. It's not going to work between us if that keeps going on. I know how you feel about each other and well I think it would be best if we break-up."

"Of course you know how we feel about each other, everyone does, I hate him, he hates we – we don't exactly hide it. But that shouldn't come between us. Please, don't do this Damon, I love you."

"I love you too, but that's why I'm doing this. Trust me, you'll thank me for this someday."

I laughed sarcastically as he gently wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, I'll thank you when I'm old, alone, surrounded by cats and smelling like pee while you and Klaus are out screwing everything with a pulse."

He laughed and shook his head. "That's not going to happen. You'll find out who you're meant to be with, a lot sooner than you think."

"I'm meant to be with you."

"Caroline, please don't make this harder than it has to be." With that he kissed my forehead and left.

End of flashback…

That was it, that is what drove me to stay in my bedroom for the rest of the summer break, only leaving for the bathroom or to get food in the middle of the night. My mom tried comforting me, but failed. My best friend Elena tried pulling me out of my put of despair, but nothing they did could help.

He was the only one who could make me feel better, but he was the cause of my pain.

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