klaus&caroline | give a little time to me… [3x20]
by AussyAngelx
“Small town boy, small town life - it won’t be enough for you.”
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
Finally got around to making a new Klaroline video! I hope you like this one guys! I just had to make it after the scene in 3x20, includes just about every scene with them :D xo
The Awesome that is this video, makes me want to cry!!!
So, I dat(ed) this guy, and it’s been about two years since we broke up. You’d think it over, right? Someone should have told him that…
My friends and I… we’re an odd bunch, and for some reason we all like to have our heads scratched. Yeah, like dogs.
But, anyway, I’m at a speech meet for school, and I completely blew it, or rather my piece blew me without even the satisfaction of release. I’m feeling sad y’know, and my ex, who I don’t even think of as my ex, just some guy; comes over and notices that I’m all glum. He starts to scratch my head. Whatever, I’m not going to complain because it feels awesome an I AM glum. Fucking Finals.
This whole head scratching thing goes on for like… an hour. I’m still NOT going to complain because like I said, it feels awesome. It only started to get weird when we got on the bus to go home. He was STILL scratching my damn head; whatever floats your boat dude. I didn’t say anything, except suddenly he’s in the same seat as me… almost sitting in my lap.
I’m kind of stunned into silence. He still scratching my head like nothing happened… okay maybe it’s… maybe he’s just…. I have no idea what to say to make this situation less awkward. Then his scratching becomes stroking… of the face, neck, and cleavage regions. And that shit is fucking weird.
I know what you are thinking, “What the fuck is wrong with this girl to not think that things were weird before the stroking occurred?!!!” Would it help if I said that I DID think so?
At this point every single muscle in my body is tensed. But, somehow this isn’t even the worst of it.
“Why did we break up again?” my ex asks, and then I fly away on the wings that suddenly sprouted from my body like the Splice monster. Since he’s trapped me in the inside seat of the same seat, I opt to pretend to sleep against the window, and then there is silence for the rest of the ride.
Let’s back track for a moment. Before the positively comical stroking even occurred, I had asked the kid for a ride home. It wasn’t weird yet and I needed a ride home, so why not?
So, we get back to the school and I tell one of my friends that I need to get my shoes out of his car. (That isn’t code for anything; my shoes were really in there.) My friend then asks me if I need a ride home, and it takes me absolutely not time to weigh my options.
