Caroline Forbes is not girly little Caroline. (sofulloflight) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-18 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | caroline forbes, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Caroline Forbes and Niklaus Mikaelson
What: Smores!
Where: Camping somewhere
When: Saturday 10/19 CAMPING!
Rating: PG
Status: Log.
OOC NOTE: Anyone who wants to have been camping is welcome to! We talked about this way back but then the funeral and other parties. And college. So tada. This weekend.
Caroline was glad that she suggested a camping trip. It was nice. It was one of the things she wished to do as a kid, had she had better parents. She doubted they even knew where she was right now. She was fairly certain they didn’t care. In a few short days she would be eighteen and she didn’t need to have anything to do with them if she didn’t want to. And then college started not long after that! Those were thoughts for another time though. Care was here, she was having fun with her friends and doing one of the things she was never able to do. One thing she could check off her bucket list. It was a little on the cooler side but with the fire it wouldn’t be too bad. If it was, she packed a hoodie just in case! As she rifled through the bags they brought, she pulled out the necessary components for S’mores. Caroline made them hundreds of times before. Mostly in the microwave. There were the occasional time or two she made them when staying over at a friends house in their backyard. Either way they were pretty much the best things ever. With a smile on her face, she returned to the area where people were getting the fire going. She sat down on the blanket where Nik was sitting. While she was gone she changed out of her jeans and into yoga pants. A little more comfortable. And she threw on an old jersey that she usually uses for bed. Someone might mistake her for being a football fan. She doesn’t dislike the sport but she doesn’t understand it either. A boy she liked invited her over to watch the super bowl many, many years ago now. Okay maybe four. And while she didn’t care who won the game, at the end when Drew Brees was holding his son it was possibly the cutest thing she had ever seen. “Miss me?” she joked, as she started laying out the ingredients for the s’mores. A part of him had worried he might feel out of place around a group of teenagers, many of whom had been his students when he had subbed the past few years. It wasn't as awkward as he'd imagined it might be, however, and Nik found that he was very glad he had accepted Caroline's invitation to come camping with them. Of course, much of that was due to Caroline, herself. Nik enjoyed the time he spent with her immensely. He wasn't sure he should, given that she had been his student mere months ago. She wasn't his student any longer, though, he told himself, and there was nothing wrong with them being friends. Looking at her now, he had to admit (if only to himself) that friendship wasn't the only thing on his mind, however. Caroline was beautiful, even in an old jersey and some yoga pants. The brief flare of jealousy as he wondered who the jersey had belonged to surprised him. He knew he had no right to feel that way. "Of course I did. I was pining away, feels like you were gone a lifetime." A smile quirked about in Nik's lips as he teased her. It was fairly obvious he was joking just as he had been. Caroline was pretty darn oblivious to the fact that anything he did might have had to do with her. She too enjoyed his company and she looked forward to whenever they had plans. Without realizing it, she was turning to him and asking for help. It was a friendship that she couldn't pinpoint how or when it started but it was one she had become quite fond of. Her own thoughts (and sometimes her day dreams) might not always be completely innocent, herself. She would never act upon them though. She didn't want to find out that Nik was a jerk like everyone else. Because they all started out nice. And Damon had cemented the fact that she had a type and jerk was that type. At least that was the conclusion she had come to as she wallowed over a pint of ice cream. "I'm sure it's really my s’mores you were pining for," she returned, grinning over at him. “Look at that. I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it,” Care said, unable to resist the cheesy joke! |