Rebel Just For Kicks: Kol Mikaelson [1]

12: Unpleasentville

MJ was laying an outfit out on her bed, having just finished making the shorts for her Decade Dance ensemble. The outfit itself probably didn't fit the theme of '50s', but the costume as a whole did. And, she was actually incredibly proud of it, ready to turn it into something she could wear another time once the evening was over. Black dress shorts, a black tied shirt, a red neck scarf, and a pink ladies jacket with 'Rizzo' stitched on the front. She'd made a matching suit dress jacket to go with the shorts. It was probably the least extra outfit she'd ever wear, but she still liked it, and it made her feel like she could conquer the world when she tried it on.

"Very fancy," Her mum gestured to the suit jacket in approval, "But Rizzo?"

"There Are Worst Things I Can Do is the best song on that soundtrack, and I stand by that statement,"

Her mum raised an eyebrow, "Whatever you say MiMi."

"It is, plus, it suits me," She grinned.

Her mother smiled, then looked over a spell MJ had left out, "You know, getting further involved with all this vampire stuff isn't a good idea."

"I know, and I'm not."

"So trying to create a spell to break a blood seal has nothing to do with that vampire tomb?"

"The only thing I'm doing is seeing if the spell can be broken without the necklace."

"You don't know the spell though."

"That's never stopped me before."

Her mum went quiet. She knew that was true. MJ had never worked from a grimoire, she'd never had one to even try working from, and her mum's tactic of 'if I don't tell her she can't get involved' hadn't really worked out. MJ always found her way.

"Have you spoken to your brother recently?"

"Yes."

"You answered that too quickly."

"I'm always talking to him."

"What's that mean?"

MJ backtracked, "I sent him a text last night, he hasn't seen it yet."

It wasn't a lie, she had texted him. She always texted him.

"Good," Her mum nodded.

~***~

Once the conversation wrapped up, MJ headed to school. It was a relatively normal day. Bonnie and Elena were both back in class, and Stefan had handed her the twenty from their joke bet as confirmation that he would be back soon too – once they'd worked out who'd turned Logan. Apparently, another vampire had caused Elena to get into a car accident, one Damon had collected her from (hence why she'd disappeared off with him for a day), and they were all working off the assumption that it was the same person who'd turned Logan. 

After that reveal, MJ had found a necklace she could lace with vervain, and gone scouting the school for Caroline. She'd been eating lunch outside with Elena.

"It's so pretty!" Caroline beamed, lifting it up to properly look at it, "Thank you, god, it'll go with, like, everything."

She let MJ clip it on for her.

"What's the occasion?"

"No occasion," MJ shrubbed innocently, "I was just clearing out my stuff, found it and thought it would suit you."

Elena was watching the exchange carefully, connecting the dots between her own vervain necklace and what MJ was giving Caroline.

"I love it."