Like a cockroach, Always Survives

43. Mikaelson's | Friend Zone II

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Pairing: Klaus x Reader x Kol x Rebekah

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1481

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(One week later...)

Today is your day off and of course, you had nothing to do so you decided to go to the Mikaelson's mansion. You tried calling Kol's phone to let him know you're coming over but he didn't answer. So instead, you called Klaus instead to see if he's up to anything today. To your luck, he was at home painting, so you let him know that you're coming over.

You and Klaus have a different relationship than you and Kol do. There's something about you as a person that Klaus adores and feels the need to protect. And yes, Klaus IS the mystery man that you have feelings for, but you couldn't tell Kol about it, not just yet. Especially since he just recently confessed his feelings for you. You didn't want to hurt him, so you wanted to give it time before telling Kol.

A part of you felt like Klaus could possibly feel the same way about you because of the way he talks to you and treats you, compared to how he does with others. He's not as patient with other people than he is with you. But unfortunately, your pride was too big that you didn't bother asking or confessing to Klaus, so you just rode the wave. And whatever happens, happens.

Arriving to the Mikaelson mansion, you rang the doorbell. "It's unlocked!" Klaus shouted from inside his home. When you walked in, the first thing you noticed was Klaus painting in his living room, with music playing from his stereo. He had a couple of empty canvases resting on the floor.

"It's me." You announced your arrival.

Klaus turned his head to see that it's you, he smiled then went back to his painting. "Well hello, Y/N. Care to join?"

You furrowed your brows. "Join? What?" Join as in painting? Because painting is not your forte whatsoever.

"I'd rather not repeat myself, love." Klaus was going back and forth, dipping his brush into paint and painting the half-finished canvas.

You grunted, throwing your purse on the couch. "Okay fine. But I'm just letting you know, I'm terrible. The only thing I know how to paint is a sun and stick figure people, with grass here and there."

"Well alright then." Klaus laughed, then took of the canvas he was working on, setting it on the floor. He grabbed one of the blank canvases so that the two of you can paint on that instead. "Let's start with this."

Klaus had a couple of paint stains on his Henley, but he didn't care because he's rich and can buy a million more. But as for you, you're not as blessed with money like he is. "Wait. Uh, my shirt." You said worryingly, tugging on your shirt.

Klaus rolled his eyes. "I'll buy you another, love."

"I bought this over a year ago in San Francisco." You pouted. "I doubt that you can."

"Alright, princess." Klaus said jokingly. "I'll be back." He smiled and bowed with his arms wide out, trying to be funny for your high-maintenanced self, then he went upstairs to his room.

Klaus came back down with one of his grey henleys, throwing it to you to catch. "Here you go, your majesty. Wear this over your blouse."

"Thanks Klaus." You did as he said, throwing his shirt over your clothes. You're pretty petite, so it looked a bit baggy on you, making you laugh. "It's huge on me."

This made Klaus chuckle. "No matter." He smiled, thinking to himself that you looked cute in his shirt. But having that ego of his, he kept that comment to himself. "Now let's get started. Shall we?"