Klaus Pov..
I walk to the bar. I know Stefan's waiting for me on one of this chic club's sofas. I smile to the barman, and order two Santiago. I drum my fingers on the bar, waiting for the drinks to get prepared. I somehow get lost in thoughts... again. I hate when it happens, but oh well... It's too late now for I cannot stop thinking about how I like this man. Stefan, not the barman. Be sure of that! He's got this smile...Oh, so beautiful, and charming smile. He could bewitch anyone with it, I say! And believe me, I rarely lie... Okay, I just lied! BUT it's true for the smile. I sigh and look at the man pouring our drinks, and I just chuckle as I can't believe Stefan's really back with me. As a friend, but at least...! He used to make me feel so happy, so alive, and so important! After all these years, he still does the same to me and my heart... Gosh, Stefan, I don't even remember where I silently gave you the key to my heart. Anyways, I'd better stop pondering over this for you'll never be mine. Look, I know he loves hanging out with me, and all, but love? I'm not so sure. I sigh deeply, devastated inside as my feelings are crushed. I take the drinks, and thank the barman before walking to the sofa. I see your nape and your beautiful brown hair. I can't help, but smile. You look so angelic, yet you're such a monster inside... And I love it. I love every bit of your being. How you react to things I tell you, my winks, my plans... How you follow me. How you give me your allegiance! The only thing I don't have is your heart... I gulp back my emotions that want to get out and shout "I love you!" for I am certain you will never feel the same. I sit down next to you, and do the only thing I can to tell you I love you. I say it another way as I give you your drink :
"Here! Your favorite... I remembered! Now, don't say I don't care!"
I shoot you a sexy glance, hoping you'd notice something, but you just smile like always, and take the drink... I smile back and laugh with you, putting on my usual happy, friendly facade. There go my feelings for you : drunk like that Santiago, and never really savoured nor cared about...
