”Feelin' like a psycho-freak sometimes, tryin' to get connected, no wifi. Tell me that you love me, are you lying? Gimmie lemonade, I give you limes. House in the hills is a house of cards. Blink and the fairytale falls apart. Sorry, didn’t mean to get so dark. Maybe I’m an alien, earth is hard.” You honestly felt crazy. Out of your fucking mind. I mean you fell for Klaus Mikaelson. Sure, he was really.. really hot. His eyes were pretty. But you knew about his reputation. Things he’s done. And yet.. you couldn’t help yourself from falling for him. You were currently ranting to your best friend, Camille O’Connell. (Cami for short) about it as you walked around the French Quarter. You were then more thankful and appreciative that your best friend was a psychiatrist, and a bartender. Because you were gonna need a drink or two. Or five.