I don't know why, but Klaus seemed very persistent when he asked Stefan and me to come over to Caroline and his house one day over the summer. Something about needing our help to get his creative juices flowing. Anyway, Stefan being the good friend that he was agreed, and I agreed because Stefan had me wrapped around his finger.

When we got there, the house seemed to be a complete mess. This didn't seem to surprise either of us though, especially because we both knew what Klaus was like when he was painting. The only thing messier than Klaus painting was Klaus not knowing what to paint. Judging by the look on Stefan's face, I could tell that he seemed as terrified as I was.

Caroline came running into the room, looking like a chicken with her head cut off and her hair a complete and utter mess. "Oh, you're here! You have no idea how happy that makes me. He's been a complete mess lately." She looked back to the room where I assumed Klaus would be and had a look of concern on her face. "Klaus, they're here!" she hollered and guided us into the room.

Sure enough, there seemed to splotches of paint everywhere. However, when Klaus looked up at us, a small smile graced his lips. "Oh, Stelena. It's so good to see you." Stefan and I shook our heads in perfect unison at Caroline, whose face flushed red. She had certainly rubbed off on Klaus in that aspect. "Anyway, if the two of you don't mind, I want you to be my next painting." Stefan and I nodded, shocked but willing to do whatever he needed. "With that being said, we should probably go outside. It really is beautiful today." We helped him grab all his painting equipment and headed out into the sun.

"Klaus, what exactly do you need us to do?" Stefan asked. He knew that Klaus was very particular about his paintings and he didn't really want to do anything to upset him. They really were the best of friends and it made me realize how lucky I was that one of my best friends fell in love with his best friend.

"Nothing in particular. Just be your lovely romantic selves and I will take care of the rest."

"Okay." Stefan then wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his lips to my cheek. "This good?"

"Perfect," Klaus mused and I couldn't help but smile.

I had stayed like that in Stefan's embrace for hours while Klaus was working on the painting, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. There was nothing more soothing than being with him. He was my safe place.

"Finally," Klaus said after a while and set his paintbrush down. "I am finished." He turned the painting towards us and I was left in complete and utter shock. It was absolutely beautiful. I never understood what people meant when they said a picture was worth a thousand words, but looking at Klaus' masterpiece, I finally did. It seemed to tell our entire story. Every heartbreaking moment and every moment that had made me the happiest I had ever been. The sun shone on us so beautifully that I had no words. This was going to be one of the things that I carried with me forever.

"Thank you so much, Klaus," Stefan said.

"Yeah, we really appreciate it," I replied when my mouth was finally able to form words.

"Well, it was easy. You two are the perfect sun models," Klaus answered.