I own nothing... All characters belong to Julie Plec, CW, and whatever other Powers That Be gave us TVD. (Be warned, there will be some Hayley and Tyler bashing.) With that in mind, please also be kind. This is my first time ever writing and publishing a story. So I hope it's not terrible and that someone enjoys it.
The ringing is back. After 6 weeks of less than average cell reception, Caroline thought she'd be filled with joy to hear her phone ringing again. However, as she'd just settled into her own, ever comfy, utterly plush bed, in her own room, for the first time in a long time, she finds the only thing she's filled with is a silent rage. But still she rolls over to grab her cell from the night stand. Opening an eye and checking the caller ID, she groans. What could it possibly be now?
"Seriously, Rebekah? Seriously!? I just got home. I just got in bed!" She doesn't even care that she's yelling at her cheerleading co-captain.
"Caroline, I need you to come over here now" Rebekah cuts in.
"Now?! why?" Caroline cries. "And so help me, if you say we need to start reviewing routines, I will find a very unpleasant placement for my perfectly pedicured foot! I mean, honestly, I like perfection as much as the next control freak, but we just got back from camp 30 minutes ago. We already planned to debrief tomorrow morning."
Caroline stops her ramble as the phone is suddenly filled with faint noises.
"Hello?" She calls. "Rebekah? You so did not just hang up on me." She slowly trails off at the end of her sentence as she starts to notice distant voices on the phone.
Caroline tries to hold her phone even closer to her ear to hear better.
"What is going on?," she thinks to herself.
Then she hears it. It's quite soft but she hears him mutter a few short sentences. And what follows makes her breathing uneasy. Giggles. Flirtatious giggles. Flirtatious giggles directed at him. Her him. Suddenly sleeping is no priority of hers. She shoots up in bed and says exactly what Rebekah wanted to hear.
"I'm on my way."
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Caroline doesn't even get through three knocks before Rebekah is dramatically throwing the large, custom carved, white oak door of Mikaelson Manor open. And if looks could kill, there wouldn't be much left of Caroline to bury.
Doing her best to hold back her genetic temper, Rebekah opens her mouth. "What the bloody hell took you so long?"
"It hasn't been that long Rebekah," Caroline replied rather sheepishly.
"Caroline! It's been two and a half bloody hours! And another thing," Rebekah paused. Resisting the compulsion to shout her query. "Would you care to explain to me why the squad and half the bloody football team are in my backyard?!"
Caroline rolls her eyes at Rebekah's theatrics and in lieu of a true answer simply says, "it's a welcome home party."
"Fine." Rebekah says in response and stomps off into the manor.
Caroline's been friends with Rebekah ever since the Mikaelsons moved to mystic falls years ago. It only took a week of school for the then, eight year-old girls to recognize a kindred spirit. Now ten years later, they are inseparable.
Rebekah had to know Caroline couldn't just come over randomly after what she heard on the phone. But she couldn't just assume. Caroline Forbes has to work with the facts. What did she know for sure? 1. Klaus was home. Well duh, he lives there and it's not like he went somewhere. She and Rebekah were the ones who were away at camp. And 2. There was some girl flirting with him out on the pool deck. Caroline's great comfort though, was seeing that the girl did not look as happy as she'd sounded on the phone two hours ago. 20 plus extra high schoolers can have that affect.
Turning away from the window, Caroline went to work emptying the bags she'd brought. Grapes and cheese and meats and crackers and chips and guac, all the favorites. When Caroline Forbes threw a party, she delivered. After she'd finished putting together the different snack plates, Caroline nodded once in satisfaction and headed to Rebekah's room to initiate phase 3, the outfit.
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All Klaus wanted was to enjoy some afternoon sun before summer was over and school took up most of his time. Not to mention the end of summer meant his parents being around more often. The last thing he wanted was for his home to be invaded by the moronic drones the school deigned to call athletes and the simpering gaggle of girls that followed them. Cute enough to be cheerleaders, but not enough to forgive their shrill sounds as they partook in the pool party that seemed to appear before his very eye.
He's actually spent the better part of the day out in the sun. Sunrise yoga, breakfast, a swim in the pool. And now, Klaus found himself stretched out on a pool chair as the sun caressed his skin. Sunglasses on and eyes closed, he tried to drown out the noise around him, which included the Mikaelson house guest.
Haley Marshall sat on the chair next to his, letting out the occasional sigh. She had come to keep him company long before the jocks and cheerleaders arrived. She was staying with his family for a while. He hadn't heard how long. He spoke with her for a while, but the conversation seemed to naturally end so he turned his focus forward and on resting. Klaus wondered if he should take a look to his left and acknowledge her again. He realized it must have been a while since they stopped talking. He had just been enjoying the peace. But after hearing her 5th sigh, he chose to engage. Turning his head, he saw that not only had Hayley lost her coverall, now wearing a small red bikini, she was also lying on her side facing him. Her face lit up and body wiggle just a touch, as though she had been waiting for him to look at her and "catch her" in that position. From behind his shades, Klaus noted the tan skin, flat stomach, and barely covered chest. But beyond all of that, he noticed the sharp gaze of her eyes. As if she were trying to pierce through is glasses for direct, unobstructed eye contact. After a half-committed smile and nod, Klaus turned his head straight again and let out a breath of annoyance as the music began to play louder. Whoops and hollers came from the partiers around. It would probably be easier for him if he just gave up and went inside, but something was keeping him outside, beside his unwillingness to give in.
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Being barefoot is always easier. But Katherine would kill her for stepping out in anything lower than 4 inches.
"Never be a basic bitch, when you can be a bad bitch." - Katherine Pierce
If Caroline had a dollar for every time Katherine yelled that at her, she could actually afford the shopping addiction she and Katherine were clearly born with. The chosen shoe today, was an open toe sandal wedge. The wedge portion was a sandy wicker material that led up to white cloth straps that delicately wrapped around her foot and secured around the ankle.
As she returned to the kitchen, Caroline was pleased to see that most of the snacks and beverages had already been taken outside. But she knew that whoever came in, saw the snacks, and started taking them out wouldn't check the fridge. Opening the door revealed her assumption to be correct as she pulled the large, white tray of freshly cut pineapple out. She had placed a pineapple top in the center of the platter for decoration. There just something about pineapple on a hot summer day that just always hits. Plate in hand, Caroline stepped out into the Mikaelson's backyard.