YOU

Hope POV

All my life I've looked for a perfect place to fit in.

But I've never found the right place. until you.

I was working in the library of the Salvatore school because I got into a fight that morning, and you walked in.

You seemed to be in a very important call. I got a little closer to hear the conversation.

"no mom, lizzie and I won't be joining you for dinner with you and stefan, we already made plans with dad" josie says as she makes contact with a very old but neat book.

I'm a huge fan of books, my father would read them to me when I was younger so books have always been my safe place.

soon Josie, ended the call and sat down to read the book she picked out.

"I didn't take you as a James Joyce kind of girl" I say

"I'm sorry who are you?" she says with a confused look

"I'm hope, hope mikaelson we have like 4 classes together" I say

"oh yeah, well I love all types of books." she says

she loves books, noted.

"same I might sound crazy but I'm in love with books especially neat books " I say

"I hate when the books look damaged, books have feelings too" she said with a smile.

I chuckled a bit. Was she flirting with book talk or is it just me? It's just me.

"well, i have to go it was nice talking .... books with you" I say

"yeah, now a days nobody my age loves books, i always have to force my twin sister to read a book with me. It's good finding someone that could relate to me" she says

"why don't we have a drink sometime maybe you could tell me your favorite book?" I say

"mhmm, i'll like that" she says

"okay, great" I say before beginning to walk off

"hey hope!" josie says

"yes?" i say

"wouldn't you want my number?" she asked

"oh yeah" I say before she put her number in my phone

"Okay, I should really get going now" I say with a smile

"yeah, sorry" she says.

Josie, your smile was the most pure thing in life. what do you want in life? I need to find out more about you and your family if we are some day to get married. I hope that you and I can fancy all of your favorite things. Maybe you and I could create something better than my past. Until that day, you mustn't know about my past not just yet.

After about a hour, I arrived home.

"hey sweetheart how was school?" my dad says

"why are you so late?" my mom says

"it was good dad thanks" I say before walking upstairs

"hope! I asked you a question!" my mom yelled

"I don't have time to fight right now mom" I yelled back

(Ring Ring)

saved by the bell.

"this conversation isn't over" my mom says

"yeah whatever" I say

of course I love my mom but she so an-

"Hope it's for you!" my mom says