Something a bit more fun this week! I was watching some mabekah scenes and almost died at the cuteness after he drove her home. Anyway I really like that pairing because I do feel a little bit sorry for Rebekah at times, usually at times when she isn't torturing Damon. This is set sometime after Dangerous Liaisons and before Elena's death. I think this one is slightly better but I'm still trying to shake the rust off.
Mabekah
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Rebekah had always known she was a beauty. Over a thousand years princes had tried to woo her with golden robes and sonnets had been written to her by the greatest poets the world had known. She had been called a golden goddess and beautiful star. So why did a boy telling her she was pretty make her so happy?
The first time he said that was a week before the ill-fated homecoming dance. His locker was right next to hers; at least it was now that she'd compelled a swap. Television told her that the head cheerleader dated the quarterback so that's what she intended to do.
"Excuse me." He was trying to get to his locker while she struggled to do her make-up in her tiny mirror. She moved and flashed him a bubbly smile, he paled on recognising her. "Hi…um…Rebekah?"
"Yes, that's right. Caroline just let me on the cheerleading squad so I'll be at all your games." He looked down awkwardly and she realised she was still in front of his locker. "Oops, sorry Matt." She moved away and went back to her mascara, concentrating on not opening her mouth too wide. "It's hard to do my make-up in a mirror this small." She explained, willing him to engage her in conversation.
"It's not like you need it, you're the prettiest girl in town without any of that crap." He said without thinking.
"I thought guys liked make-up. I'm sure of it; women wear make-up and dress like prostitutes now." Rebekah said. She glanced down to her hemline, genuinely worried. He tried to hide a smile as she looked from him to her eyeliner in confusion. "Are you laughing at me?" Her tone was dangerous; a pair of baby blue eyes didn't mean he could get away with laughing at her. He wouldn't be quarterback if she ripped his arm off.
"No. I'm sorry." He said with earnest. "Girls use make-up to enhance their looks, you don't need it."
"And the clothes?"
He looked at her outfit with appreciation. "You look great." Her face brightened and she put away her eyeliner without applying it. "I prefer funny girls anyway." He added, yanking a science book out of the pile in his locker.
"I know a joke." Rebekah said, fiddling with her hair, he'd confused her view of the world. Why hadn't Nik explained any of this? He never had time for her anymore.
"Let's hear it then." He turned his attention to her with a genuine smile.
"Okay. What do you call a black sheep?"
"I don't know what do you call a black sheep?"
"A cloud!" She furrowed her brow. "Wait that doesn't make sense?" She said to herself, and then noticed the Donovan boy was laughing. "Did I get it right?"
"I think you meant what do you call a sheep with no legs." He explained kindly.
Rebekah burst into giggles. "Oh that makes sense! That's funny, and I made you laugh!" She clapped her hands in delight.
"And you're even prettier when you laugh." She blushed in happiness and then again when she realised his cheeks had reddened too. "I'll see you round, good luck with the cheerleading thing." He mumbled awkwardly and left to talk to Tyler. Rebekah was very pleased that she'd become friends with the Hybrid, he could be useful now.
Rebekah fell hard and fast, something that never changed. If people would stop trying to kill her and her family he might have been able to catch her.
Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine
Their first date that didn't end with daggering or a broken arm had been surprisingly fun. She wasn't sure he'd ever speak to her again after Kol's antics at their Mother's party but she'd really wanted to know what air hockey was and he was the one that she usually asked.
He'd laughed and ask why her 'charming brothers' had never taken her to an arcade, so she asked him what an arcade was. He tried to explain the concept but she just stared in confusion at him. He sighed and told her that when his hand was better he'd take her. She looked guiltily at his broken hand before taking a wad of notes out of her purse and holding it out to him. "Please take it." She said. "Eli told me what health insurance was." He looked uncomfortably but took it after a pause.
"Thanks Becca."
She was happy to go out with him. Nik was busy with his Hybrids and Caroline so he never had time for her, Kol was driving her crazy as usual and she could really use the distraction.
He'd beaten her at air hockey three times but she picked up bowling fast and was very good at it. He blamed her vampire senses but hadn't complained when she compelled some real dance music onto the speakers. He did, however, complain about how distracting her swaying hips were while he was trying to concentrate on getting a strike.
It was nice to have someone who was willing to spend time with her, buy her a drink and leave flowers in her locker without telling his friends.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
She'd given up on expecting Glee to tell her what was normal. After three weeks of no-one bursting into song she began to question the truth behind that show. Now she was getting information from eavesdropping, but everyone was talking about Glee! It was very frustrating that she had to eavesdrop on her brother's enemies to figure out what was normal and they were careful to keep their distance. She did manage to pick up a conversation between the doppelganger and the witch about her love triangle. What was it about the Petrovas and their obsession with tearing brothers apart?
"So Damon now thinks it totally normal to just appear in your room when he pleases?" The witch asked.
"It's more that he doesn't care whether it's normal or not. He's a vampire so anti-stalker rules don't apply to him." The brunette added sarcastically. "Stefan used to do the same thing."
Rebekah tuned out after that, maybe it was time she tried out that girl power thing.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
She waited until the end of his shift at the grill and got to his house before him. Oh Crap no invite, fantastic. She perched on his windowsill in her red dress, hoping he wouldn't be too tired when he came upstairs. She was there for about thirty minutes and getting bored when he finally came up. She knocked on the window and smiled sweetly at him. He opened up the window without hesitation.
"Becca, what are you doing here?" He asked, smiling.
"Waiting for an invite." She said flirtatiously. "Am I going to get one?"
"Come in." He asked after a pause. She slipped into the room and reclined on his dead, biting her bottom lip. "You're very dressed up." He commented after a pause, her hair was carefully curled and she was wearing a new version of her homecoming dress, one without a hole over her heart.
"My brother's protégée went to such trouble to set us up for the homecoming dance and then you had to go with Tatia version two." She explained, with a disdainful sneer as she mentioned Tatia.
"Who's Tatia?"
"Original doppelganger." She answered simply. "I thought we could have a belated little homecoming dance of our own. Please." She added smirking slightly.
"I don't have a tux." He said apologetically.
"Oh no!" She said, standing smoothly and strutting toward him. She leant into his ear and whispered. "Since it's just the two of us we could skip some of the formalities." She stepped back and looked him in the eye as she undid the zip on her dress. "Do you still think I'm pretty?" She asked, a dirty smile hiding her nervousness. He nodded mutely. She waited for him to pull his wife beater off then stepped forward to do it herself.
He stepped back and she bit her bottom lip, glancing at the ground. When she managed to meet his face again she almost swooned at the intensity of his gaze. She was torn between covering herself with her hands and stripping off the scraps of pale pink lace colouring her. He stepped forward as their blue eyes met. "You are beautiful." She trembled as his lips covered hers.
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
After he fell back onto the bed in exhaustion she smiled with happiness and snuggled into his chest. "I wasn't too rough was I?" She asked trying to keep a satisfied giggle out of her voice.
"No. You were perfect." He answered, stroking her arm lazily. He might not be broken but he was shattered.
"I know." She answered, lightly scratching his chest. He smirked at her fake confidence and kissed her knuckles. "Are you sure you're from this century?" She asked giggling.
"Look who's talking." She slapped his chest lightly. "Hey! Be gentle." He scolded, she rolled her eyes. "So what are you doing next week?"
"School, try to avoid being daggered or staked or whatever." She replied sleepily.
"That seems a bit silly since schools out for half term." He joked, poking her shoulder.
"What's half-term?"
"You're cute. We have a week off. I thought you'd be off on a grand holiday miss Moneybags." He said.
"I miss France." She said, after a few minutes. "Paris is packed all year round, but Cali is nice."
"Disposable barbeque on the beach is fantastic." He told her.
"I'd like to try that some time." She was confident on what a barbeque was although the disposable bit sounded weird.
"You take me to Cali I'll cook the steaks." She glanced up at his handsome face, his eyes half-closed.
"Get packed." She said, slipping out of the bed.
"What?"
"Come on, get up." She told him, he pretty much had to as she'd taken the sheet with her.
"Why, where are we going?" He asked confused, he'd been pleasantly half-asleep until two seconds ago.
"To Cali. I want steaks on the beach, and then; something else on the beach." She added straddling him.
"I can't go to Cali Becca." He insisted, though weakly.
"You can" She told him kissing him fiercely.
"No. I have shifts and a trip to France is expensive.
"Don't. Care." She said between kisses. "I'll sort it. You Pack." She leaned back and batted her eyelashes. "Please Mattie" He gave her an annoyed look.
"It is not fair that girls can do that."
"Yey! I win." She hopped off the bed and pulled her clothes back on. "I'll be back in twenty-minutes; I'll compel your boss on the way."
Matt climbed out of bed, his legs weren't working too well but he managed it. "For the record I knew nothing about that part."
We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a floor out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece
Matt had never been anyway while Rebekah had been everywhere. Matt had used a barbeque every summer while Rebekah had only seen one on television. They ate fantastic burgers cooked by Matt and sausages that were burnt on the outside and raw on the inside 'cooked' by Rebekah who pretended not to notice when Matt hid his under a napkin.
She compelled the pent house suite of the nicest hotel they were close to and ordered champagne and chocolate for twenty people. Matt had slept on the first class flight and was able to keep up with Rebekah acrobatics for once. His phone went off in the early morning, French time. He explained to Elena that he'd gone to see his Mother in Jackson while he and Rebekah drunkenly shushed each other, trying to contain laughter. He left his phone off or the rest of the trip.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
They spent a couple of days at Disneyland to finish their trip. Rebekah had a fondness for Disney films; she said she liked the happy endings. If he was honest so did he. They lay awake all night on a huge four poster bed the day before their flight.
"Can't we just stay here?" Rebekah asked.
"That's very irresponsible." He laughed kissing her.
"I am very irresponsible." She countered. "I'm also very spoilt, very beautiful and very used to getting my own way."
"We can't just live at Disneyland." He told her, reluctantly since the idea of just staying forever was very appealing.
"The let's go to London, I haven't been there in centuries." She wined, nibbling his neck an attempt to win.
"You're cheating." He moaned.
"Is it working?"
"Little bit."
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
They both kept saying one more week away and soon he'd quit his job and sold the house. It was a month before he turned his phone back on, Rebekah had convinced Klaus to get his Hybrids to handle everything so they could go to Rio. London was lovely but Matt couldn't handle the contest rain.
"Matt where are you?" Elena cried down the phone. I thought you'd gone to stay with your Mother but you never answer your damn phone!"
"Can I talk to her?" Rebekah asked, he always found her lilac teddy very convincing. "I'll be nice!" She protested when he quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Where are you?" Elena asked again.
He took a deep breath. "I'm in Rio…. With Rebekah." He heard Caroline in the background shouting about the 'evil blood slut.'
Rebekah took the phone from his hands and kissed his cheek. He lay back on the bed and let her have her way again. "Hello Elena, I assume Caroline is there too?" She held the phone at arm's length when a stream of high-pitched shouting came out. Once Caroline had quietened Rebekah began speaking again. "I have done no such thing. Mattie is here of his own free will, no compulsion required." Matt snorted; she turned to talk to him. "I didn't compel you, only the hotel people." He nodded, she was right.
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
He came up behind her wrapping an arm around her waist; he pushed her hair over her right shoulder and distracted her by kissing her ear. When she let out a small moan he took the phone. "I win." He smirked then turned back to the cell. "Is there anything you need or were you just concerned?" He asked. The rest of the phone call consisted of his friends begging him to come home so Bonnie could try and break the compulsion he wasn't under.
He insisted that he had chosen this and pointed out that if Elena could trust Damon they should give Rebekah a chance. "I'm not coming back until you do." He told Caroline firmly after she grabbed the phone from Elena in a fit of hysteria.
"Are you having a party for your eighteenth?" He said into the phone.
"Who are you talking to?" Rebekah asked, getting bored with sharing his attention.
"Bonnie." She stuck her tongue out, twisting her face.
"I'll come if you let Becca come as my date." He paused. "She'll play nice if you will."
"I always play nice!" The blonde insisted, undoing his belt buckle.
"See you then." He hung up. "One minute baby, oh…please one minute?"
"What?" She asked annoyed.
"We're going to Bonnie's birthday party."
"Why?" She whined.
"Because you're my girlfriend and my friends have to be nice to you." He told her, not missing the grin when he called her his girlfriend. "It's in a month."
"It's Nik's birthday in six weeks." She said softly. "If we go back to see Bonnie will you come to his party?"
"Of course." He agreed. "As long as I can avoid Kol."
She grinned in delight, straddling his now naked lap. "I need new jeans; we need to hit Milan on the way home."
"Anything you want honey."
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Bonnie's birthday party could have gone smoother. Every time Rebekah's hands came near him someone intercepted to 'save him'; some good came out when Stefan confirmed that he definitely was not compelled.
Tyler was pleased at having set them up despite being reminded that the homecoming date had never happened. Matt was kind enough to reveal the details of their informal homecoming date in the early hours after much cider.
Rebekah was charm itself and made a real effort to be nice. The cheer squad, with the exception of Caroline, was delighted to see her and Caroline warmed when Rebekah insisted that she was not returning and that they'd no doubt take nationals under Caroline's leadership without her.
"I still don't like you." She told Rebekah sulkily when they were alone.
"No, but Matt does." Rebekah answered. Not bitchily or with triumph, just with happiness.
Be your teenage dream tonight
Shattered is British for tired, I don't know if that's the same over the pond. I appear to be into happy endings at the moment, this may change when Stelena rolls around. Again requests for songs and ships will really help me get new chapters up. I was wondering does anyone do youtube video because I would be some ones best friend forever if we could get some videos done to match these stories. Just a thought.
Reviews are love…Jack.