Caroline was only wanted because not all residents of the boarding house knew that she was staying there. It seemed that the younger of the brothers Salvatore didn't think something like that mattered enough to at least mention it to his older brother. After just having spoken with Stefan and Elena - it was over the phone but trivial details! - Damon didn't exactly expect anyone to be around.
He pulled his jacket off and laid it on the back of the sofa then grabbed one of the clean tumblers. He paused, eyes narrowed and brows drawn together. He shook his head and went on with the task at hand, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He took only a sip, though, before he set the glass down and went in search of the vaguely familiar sounding voice. "We really need to talk about-" He stopped abruptly in front of one of the various bedrooms and stared, a little wide-eyed, at the blond former cheerleader with her too-large bags. "I think you might have gotten a little confused on your way back to your house."
Caroline whipped around when she heard that familiar voice, jumping a little. Man, she needed to be better about listening when her guard was down. Of course, his words only made her roll her eyes, setting down her cell phone as she lifted one of the bags onto the bed, unzipping it as she spoke, sounding a little too amused, "Nope. I'm your new roommate, Damon."
Damon rolled his eyes as he walked into the room, stopping next to the bed. He looked down at her bag, then hooked his finger over one side of the zipper track, pulling the bag open to peer inside. Of course, he had absolutely no business doing so and figured that she would probably end up telling him as much. Didn't stop him from pulling a few things out of the bag, though. "Maybe you didn't hear, but I don't really do roommates. If he would actually stay gone, I'd get rid of Stefan too."
The moment he reached for bag, pulling it open, she smacked his hand quickly, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, it's not your house anymore is it? It's Elena's and she said I could stay." Besides she had no where else to go, not that she'd ever say that. She grabbed the things he pulled out, refolding them as she moved to stick them in the wardrobe. "How can you stand this place? It's so gloomy, there's like... no bright colors."
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He pulled his jacket off and laid it on the back of the sofa then grabbed one of the clean tumblers. He paused, eyes narrowed and brows drawn together. He shook his head and went on with the task at hand, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He took only a sip, though, before he set the glass down and went in search of the vaguely familiar sounding voice. "We really need to talk about-" He stopped abruptly in front of one of the various bedrooms and stared, a little wide-eyed, at the blond former cheerleader with her too-large bags. "I think you might have gotten a little confused on your way back to your house."
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