Barbie Party

Rebekoline Besties! Mabekah Feels! Background Klaroline. AU/AH.

"Where are my bloody keys?" Rebekah groans.

"Seriously?" Caroline slurs. "You are wearing a-" her sentence is interrupted by a hiccup, "-clutch!" She shuffles forward and grabs the item from out of the other blonde's hand. "How hard can they be to find?"

"Hard, Caroline!" the female Mikaelson complains.

"That's what she said!" Caroline declares proudly while rummaging through the purse.

Rebekah shakes her head, perhaps a little too vigorously, as the hallway starts to spin. "Honestly," she groans, "you are worse than my brother, Kol."

"Your brother is a good time!"

"Could you not?" Rebekah complains, making a displeased face. "I already feel as though I might vomit!" She turns herself around so that she can rest her forehead against the cool metal of her apartment door.

"I didn't mean it like that," Caroline emphasizes, "Kol and I are just friends." She stops her searching, a sly smile making its way across her lips. "Klaus, on the other hand..." she muses.

Rebekah groans, desperate to drown out the other girl's voice.

"I told you not to do that last tequila shot," Caroline chides, looking over at her inebriated friend.

"You're the one who bought it for me!" the other blonde grouses, her frustration being unfairly directed at the door in front of her as she kicks it. "Ow!"

Caroline rolls her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic," she quips, "I'm the one who majored in theatre, not you."

"Rebekah?" a concerned, male, voice calls out. A man steps out from his apartment, hair a mess, wearing a pair of shorts and a white muscle shirt. "Caroline?" he asks, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Matty!" Caroline shouts enthusiastically, dropping the clutch and all of its contents out on to the floor.

"I hate that nickname," he reminds her.

"I know," she snickers, as Rebekah throws herself on the ground to collect all of her personal items. Caroline spots a small, square, packet and bends down to pick it up off the floor. "Look Beks! A condom!" she exclaims loudly and holds the rubber up high.

Her best friend is so embarrassed that her entire body blushes, and when Caroline turns and winks comically at Matt, his face appears to be a similar shade of red.

Caroline knows that Matt and Rebekah are destined to be each other's epic love. The two of them will get married, buy a house, have four children and live happily ever after. They just need a little push to get there and Caroline Forbes is going to give it to them.

"What's all the noise?!" A mousy looking girl, with blue eyes and brown hair, asks before poking her head out from behind Matt.

"Oh, uh, April?" Rebekah half asks, trying to remember the other girl's name as she picks herself up off the ground with some difficulty. "We, uh-"

"Totally forgot you existed," Caroline blurts.

April looks offended, Matt stands awkwardly and, at first, Rebekah looks mortified, but when Caroline bursts out laughing Rebekah starts giggling as well.

April gives them a haughty look before disappearing back into the apartment with a huff.

"You two sure know how to cause trouble." Matt sighs. It looks like he's going back inside when he produces a key. "You gave me a spare, in case of emergencies, remember?"

"Um, right," Rebekah replies, stumbling over to meet him halfway.

Matt reaches out to steady her. "You okay?" he asks.

"Yes." Rebekah says, gazing at him. "Your eyes are really blue," she sighs, dreamily.

"Erm, yeah," he smiles, sheepishly. "Thanks?"

"Matt!" At the sound of April's voice, Matt and Rebekah jump apart (not because they did anything wrong - they had just forgotten she was there again).

"I better get back," Matt tells them.

Caroline walks over to grab Rebekah and the key, hauling them towards her apartment. "Thanks, Matt!"

"Uh, sure."

"Emergency, huh?" Caroline immediately starts teasing once they've gotten inside the suite and closed the door. "Like, you're horny and need a good-"

"Do not finish that sentence, Caroline!"

"Like I need to," she mocks, and then leans against the wall as she tries to take off her shoes. "Ugh. Why is everything so hard?!"

Rebekah makes her way to the kitchen and immediately opens the fridge. "There's no food," she pouts.

"We can order out!" Caroline shouts, enthusiastically from the hallway, as she continues wrestling with her footwear.

"On a Friday night? Are you daft?! We'll have to wait hours for it to get here!" Rebekah complains.

Caroline huffs, finally free of her heels, and marches into the kitchen. "I bet Klaus would pick us up something," she comments, and waits until Rebekah faces her to flash a salacious grin. "If I ask real nice."

"If I have to listen to you allude to the fact you've slept with Nik, one more time-"

"Oh no. I have most definitely slept with your brother. That happened. Multiple times. And will continue to happen because Klaus is hung like -"

Rebekah pushes past the other blonde, hand over her mouth as she runs to the bathroom. The sound of the toilet lid being lifted is followed promptly by the sound of retching.

"Damn you, Caroline Forbes!" Rebekah gasps into the porcelain bowl.

"Aw Beks, you know you love me."

"Why is it that every time we go out drinking, you feel the need to over share?" Rebekah asks miserably from her bent over position on the bathroom floor. When she doesn't receive an answer she glances up and sees Caroline punching in numbers on her phone.

"Who are you calling?!"

"Klaus."

"I'm not even hungry anymore," Rebekah whines.

"Neither am I," Caroline confesses, before winking at her friend.

"Well you better have him come and pick you up then," Rebekah mutters harshly, "because you are not having sex on my bed!"

"Huh," is Caroline's only response and Rebekah looks at her exasperatingly.

"What?"

"I just realized we've never actually done it in a bed before," Caroline answers.

Rebekah throws up again.