Chapter3

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We step into the movie theater, and darkness clouds our vision, but there's a faint light ahead. We follow the light, and find a massive screen, and rows and rows of many seats. We take our seat in the third row, and we're sitting next to each other. I hold her hand in mine as we watch the surprisingly boring movie that's playing on the screen. Hayley pokes my cheek when she sees I'm not paying attention. "Klaus-y Klaus, pay attention," she says, poking my cheek a second time playfully. I smile at her. Woah, is this the thing shitty and corny couples do on a Friday evening? If so, it's actually better then what I expected... wait what in the fuck am I saying?!

She squeezes my hand, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Did you hear me? If you don't like this, then let's get out of this place." she whispers in my ear. I grin. "Alright, deal." We run outta the massive theater, giggling and grinning along the way. This is actually funner then I expected. A lot funner. Once we're outside, she leads me to a nearby shop, and purchases a thousand snacks with money we've stolen from humans in the past two months, which is nearly fifty thousand at this point. Once we're done buying all the snacks, our hands are full of bags. I groan. "Oh Cmon, did you drag me out of there just to buy all this shit?" I say jokingly, smiling at her. She chuckles. "Of course not, I did it because I have an idea for a much more better date, something that normal couples don't usually do." She smirks at me.

A feeling of curiously overcomes me. "And what is that?" I ask. She pokes my nose. "Not telling you, it's a big surprise!" I groan. "I. Hate. Surprises." I say loudly and clearly. "I love em, the feeling of wonder is.. well, great, judging by the fact that we know so many things." she shrugs. I nod, and she nuzzles her face into my shoulder. I kiss her on her forehead, and she blushes, but smiles warmly. "Sometimes, you're kind of beautiful, Klaus Mikealson," she says, blushing. I shiver.


"You're the definition of perfect, little wolf."

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