Okay so this is the first chapter/preview of the new and improved "What's Your Number?" - Based on the movie of the same name.

Basically I started this fic before summer and then lost inspiration for it. However I have decided to go back and re-edit what I had previously posted (about 10,000 words) because there were a lot of mistakes and errors as it was my first multi-fic.

So basically if you're a new reader to this story ignore this! And if you're a former reader let me know if you like this idea and what me to continue and finish this story.

Also if any of you talented cover makers want to make one for this I would be eternally grateful! Just message me :)

Anyways hope you enjoy!

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"Elena!" Caroline screamed at the bottom of the stairs, her voice carrying up the long winding stairs to their apartment.

A few seconds passed and a dark head popped out from the top of the stairs, a half smile on the brunette's face, "Why are you shrieking like a banshee?"

Caroline huffed and pointed to the litter of bags and boxes surrounding her and looked back up at her best friend and roommate, "I got fired. Or was made redundant as they so lovingly put it."

Elena's face changed "Oh Care I'm sorry, need help with your stuff?"

The blonde girl nodded as her friend descended the spiral staircase to the lobby. Once she had arrived at Caroline's side she pulled her in for a hug, "You hated that job anyway." She tried to console her.

Caroline sighed, "I know but I didn't hate the money." She pulled away and glared at the old elevator doors opposite them, "Seriously what is wrong with this building? We have lived here for two years and that elevator has worked for about half that time. My life sucks." She grabbed a box and began stacking plastic bags in a high heap on top of it.

Elena couldn't help but laugh at her friend's expression, she looked like a sad puppy, "Caroline your life doesn't suck, you're an amazing journalist who shouldn't be some jerk of a editor's assistant anyways. And besides the broken elevator means more toned legs from hauling your crap up these stairs!" Elena stuck out her tongue at Caroline and moved before she felt the blonde girls heel connect with her thigh.

"You're hilarious Elena." Caroline followed Elena up the stairs, dropping all her stuff as soon as she entered the apartment. She loved their place, the building may be old and often faulty and cold at night but the fact that it was built over 100 years ago meant that the apartment's architecture could not be faulted. Sometimes it was a little cramped for two girls with tons of clothes and shoes but they made it work.

The apartment's true size was tested when Elena's boyfriend-correction as of last month-fiancé stayed over. Caroline loved Elijah but my god did those suits take up a whole lot of room.

Elena collapsed on the couch, pulling out her phone and grinning as she typed a reply.

"Elijah?" Caroline questioned she sat in the armchair opposite her. She snuggled deep into its cushions, relishing the comfort after what had been a hellish day.

The whole apartment was making her feel better; it had truly become their home in the past two years. Elena works as an intern at a major interior design firm in Boston and had the best taste in Caroline's opinion. She decorated their whole apartment herself. It was even how she met Elijah.

"Yeah." Elena replied, "He's on his way over and I told him to bring up the remaining boxes downstairs. Save us a second trip."

Caroline smiled and got up "Thank god, I'm going for shower to wash this horrible day off and then getting an early night."

Elena frowned "Early night? Did you forget what's on tonight?"

Caroline attempted a smile "New Gossip Girl?"

"Nice try but that got cancelled."

Caroline's smile faded "Damn really. I love that show!"

"Caroline!" Elena beseeched "Bonnie has organized us all to go out for drinks to celebrate my engagement! How could you forget?"

"Shit Elena I'm sorry. I totally spaced with all this work crap." Caroline used her baby blue eyes to plead silently to Elena.

Elena rolled her eyes at the attempt, "It's okay I guess. I mean I understand. But you're still going to come right?"

"Absolutely, you're my best friend. There's no where I rather be." Actually bed sounded better but she was afraid Elena might take offense if she said that aloud.

Elena smiled triumphantly, "Great go change into something cute so we can go get drunk and forget all our problems!"

Caroline laughed at her upbeat demeanor and went into her bedroom shutting the door as she spied a bottle of vodka half falling out of her messy closet. Caroline walked over to the bottle picking it up, "Hmm…Happy Elena's engagement to me."

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LMFAO was blaring through the speakers as Caroline and her friends entered the bar. They all started chanted along singing shots shots shots shots at the top of their voices. Clearly the pre drinks at Elena and Caroline's apartment had taken their effects on the group. As they walked through the club a few guys starting whooping at their singing and Caroline laughed loudly feeling like she was back at a college frat party instead of a rather upscale bar in downtown Boston.

Bonnie swung around to the rest of the girls with a twinkle in her eye and Caroline immediately smirked knowing she had something planned. Elena and Caroline had met Bonnie about a year ago, a few months after Elijah and Elena had started dating. She was with Elijah's brother Kol and had quickly become one of their best friends. She was quite sensible usually but once she was in party mode it wasn't hard to see why she and Kol got along so well. Kol was the opposite of Elijah; impulsive and often inappropriate, actually always inappropriate. Elijah spent the majority of the time scolding him or apologizing for his behavior, which always left Caroline and Elena in a fit of giggles.

"Okay girls." Bonnie grew serious but a shadow of a smirk still graced her features, "We're going to play a game."

Jenna, Elena's aunt piped up in the back "A drinking game?" She wondered hopefully.

"No more of an organized scavenger hunt." Bonnie explained with a smile.

"Ugh you sound like Caroline. Organized fun is a paradox. There is no such thing!" Elena grinned.

Caroline punched her arm "Hey! Organized fun is the best. Go on Bonnie continue!" She slurred slightly earning a laugh from Bonnie.

"Okay each one of you has a list which I'm texting to you now. The first person to get the most done before midnight wins."

Everyone's phone started to beep, each girl eagerly pulling the device out of their respective bags. "Hmm why do most of these involve touching the opposite sex, or even worse talking to them?" Rebekah spoke in disdain. Elijah's younger sister had appeared two days ago after hearing about his engagement, royally pissed off that she had not met his girlfriend and he had already proposed. Since then she had been staying at Elijah's which had left Elena forced to invite her along, even though they had only spoken once and it had been difficult to say the least.

Caroline shrugged "This is kind of like a bachelorette party, what do you expect?"

"A little more class, perhaps." Rebekah muttered under her breath.

Bonnie sighed, she knew Rebekah better than any of the girls and also knew if you ignored her she would come around sooner, "Okay girls let's do this."

A few hours later Caroline seemed to abandon the game completely and found something far more entertaining to do. Complain.

"You know if my boss was just a little bit less of an ass I might actually feel sad about losing the jab!" Caroline shouted at Bonnie over the loud music.

"Job." Bonnie corrected, sitting back into her seat.

Caroline was momentarily distracted "What?" She hollered.

"Nothing. Here Caroline maybe you should go home. Elena would understand." Bonnie put her hand on Caroline's arm and smiled hopefully. About an hour ago Bonnie had found her reciting the declaration of independence at the bartender and pointing out how sexist she now considered it to be. Since then she had been complaining about men in general, now especially her boss.

"I mean Samson? Like what kind of stupid name is that?!" She slurred

Bonnie nodded "Pretty stupid."

Caroline caught the eye of someone she recognized in the bar, "Oh god I think that's Stefan brother."

Bonnie perked up in her seat, glad for a change of conversation, "Stefan your best friend's brother?"

"Yeah David. No, that's not right. Damian? Damarshall?" Caroline's face scrunched up in confusion.

Bonnie burst out laughing "Damarshall?"

"I've only met him once or twice." She defended herself.

"Well you must have made an impression; he's coming over right now."

Damon walked over smiling at both women as he gave Caroline a small hug, "Hey you." She said, clearly uncomfortable at taking a stab at his name.

"Damon. Stefan's older more attractive brother?" He smirked.

Caroline sighed, downing the rest of her drink, his smug attitude reminding her of their previous encounters where he would try to charm the pants off her and she would politely decline in return. Although if Stefan hadn't been there she probably would have been less cordial.

But tonight, with his reckless looks and equally reckless attitude, he was exactly the distraction she was looking for to escape the current lack of success in both her personal and professional life.

She reached over and downed Bonnie's drink too, before grabbing Damon's hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

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Caroline groaned into her pillow, her head felt heavy and thick with the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before.

"I'm never drinking again." She mumbled into the white pillow a phrase she has uttered one too many times.

A groan came from beside her and Caroline froze. Oh god what was that. Was she passed out in some crackpot den? Or a trashcan that felt like a bed?

She slowly moved her face to the left, recognizing all her furniture and clothes around the room. She sighed with relief; she was at home not passed out in some ditch.

Suddenly she heard someone move in the bed beside her. Turning over she saw Damon Salvatore, shirtless and she would assume pant less beneath her sheets.

Caroline immediately shot up in the bed and whacked Damon with a pillow.

"Ow!" He moved to defend himself but saw Caroline holding the pillow above his head, "Plan on suffocating me Barbie?" He smirked at her chest, which she now realized what unclothed, and in full view.

She shrieked and grabbed her dress from the night before and threw it on, meanwhile Damon started getting up after seeing her panicked expression. "Do you have a boyfriend or something?" He wondered out loud.

Caroline began throwing his clothes at him, ordering him to get dressed, "No." She looked up at him, "I mean I did but we broke up like six months ago. Why?" She asked as she threw his shirt at him.

Damon looked her, "You're kidding right? You're throwing me out of here like you did something illicit last night." He threw on the rest of his clothes as he made his way to the door where she stood waiting.

Caroline huffed, "Not that it's any of your business but I'm supposed to be going wedding shopping with Elena this morning. I rather not parade my one nightstand before we pick out her wedding dress. It feels tacky." And also makes me feel like crap, Caroline added silently to herself.

Damon nodded and leant into Caroline for a kiss, who quickly pushed him away, "Whoa no, you have to leave now cowboy."

Damon smirked, "Fine." He walked towards the front door; pulling on his jacket, "You know how to reach me if you want another ride." He winked as he shut the door.

"Well done Caroline, another sound life choice you've made recently. Sleeping with a notorious asshole that has sex with everyone. Great boyfriend material." She muttered sarcastically to herself.

She looked at the clock on the wall, realizing it was only 9am on a Saturday so Elena wouldn't be up for another hour. She was beyond grateful that she wouldn't have to explain herself to her friend. Elena was so settled in every way that Caroline wasn't sure she'd understand how lost she felt sometimes. Not only did she have no boyfriend now she had no job or career prospects.

A loud bang broke Caroline's thought process. It came from across the landing from their home. There was only one other apartment on their floor and had been empty for months. Caroline hesitantly walked over and opened their front door and looked out into the hallway.

At the door opposite to theirs stood a man maybe two or three years older than Caroline with dirty blonde hair that was sticking up messily. She then noticed that the man was wearing nothing but white boxers, she began to blush and look away when the figure turned around, hearing Caroline's movements.

"Hello?" He called out in a crisp English accent, "Don't suppose you could help a neighbor out love?"

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