Growing up with brothers is hard.
Growing up with brothers in the 1800s is hard.
Growing up with brothers who keep leeving you is hard.
Growing up with Damon and Stefan Salvatore as your brothers is the hardest thing ever.
I'm just unfortunate e...
Hello? Hey, Becki, wanna go shopping with me? Who is this? Oh yeah! Sorry! This is Jenny, you know, the girl who showed up at your house, and claimed to be dating your older brother. Wait, your not really dating Elijah? No! I just needed a reason to get in. Oh. You know him and Nik though, right? You talked to them in a way no ones ever been allowed to. Oh yeah. There my besties. Now, wanna go shopping? Yeah, let's do it. I need a dress for our ball anyways. Did you say a ball? Yes. We are hosting one. I thought they already invited you. Nope. I know nothing about it. Well, you have an invitation. Thank you. I'll pick you up in a half. Okay. Bye. Bye.
I hang up the phone, and call Elijah.
Hello, Jenny. Why wasn't I invited to your ball? We haven't sent any invitations out yet. I had to find out about it from your sister! As my boyfriend, it is your job to inform me of these things before someone else! We aren't dating. If I say we are, we are. That's not how it works. It does if I say it does. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. No. Yes. Wait! Haha! I win! Now, I'll see you in fifteen minutes. Wait, what? Why- Byeeee.
I hang up the phone, and get in my car. I turn it on, then drive to the Mikealson Mansion.
I open the door, and tred up the stairs. I open the door, and walk in. "Welcome back." Not cute Mikealson says. "Thanks." I say, then turn to the stairs. "Becki!" I yell. People walk from different rooms, and I smirk at each of them.
Rebekah walks down the stairs, and smiles at me. "You ready?" She asks. "Yeah. Let's go." I say. "Bye, Eli. Bye, Nicki." I say, then loop my arm in Rebekah's, and walk us out of the house.
We get to a mall, and I smile. "Okay. We need to ball gowns. Any requirements?" I ask. "Just not blue. It doesn't look right on me." She says. I roll my eyes, and nod as we walk into the store. "What about you?" She asks. "Not to big. No long sleeves." I say, and she nods.
I see a green dress that would be perfect for Rebekah, so I pull it out. I look at her, but see she has a green dress in her hands. We look at each other, then run to the others dress. "This is gorgeous!" I say, as she says, "I love this!"
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We buy the dresses, and eat dinner. Rebekah's been more of a sibling to me, then my actual brothers have in 153 years.
