Sleepover

      My head is splitting. What happened? Everything seemed to be fine yesterday. Elena rolls over on her side and opens her eyes. It took her a few moments to realize that this wasn't her room or her bed. The girl fearfully assumes a sitting position and looks around, to everyone's surprise, her gaze clings to Klaus sitting on the edge of the bed. — But how? You can't come into my house! — Elena remarks in bewilderment. — Do you really think that to steal a person you need his permission? — What's going on here anyway? — It's a sleepover, Elena. – Perhaps it was really unexpected. Klaus said it like it was a matter of course. — Are you making fun of me? — I'm quite serious. —And you're not going to drain the blood out of me or something? — I didn't plan on it, but if you want to, I don't dare deny you that. – He was smiling. — But, it sounds like utter nonsense! What are you going to do with me? — Cucumber masks. Cucumber masks are really great for refreshing and, so to speak, invigorating.

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Klaus poured popcorn from a heated bag into a bowl. — So, Elena, who do you like more? Damon? Or maybe it's Stefan after all? — Why are we going to discuss my boyfriends? — What else do friends do at such events? — We are not friends. — Elena, I'm over a thousand years old, and I've never been to a pajama party, are you sorry? He smiled. – I won't tell them. — I don't know myself! – This answer sounded quite sincere. – Did you want to turn on a movie? Turn it on and don't ask unnecessary questions. — Why are you so angry? — Titanic, are you serious? She looked at Klaus in surprise. — Yes, it's a terrible movie.… It was different there!