A/N: This is my first attempt at Delena fanfiction. There will be some...romantic/smutty moments but that isn't for a bit. Please rate and review so I know what I can work on! This idea came from a movie I used to watch when I was little.

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"Hey, Elena! Lookin' good." Tyler Lockwood said, his arm wrapped around Vicki Donovan.

Elena Gilbert considered herself a girl to avoid confrontation. She didn't find joy in pointlessly arguing with people, especially people she worked with. So, when Tyler made his comment, instead of replying with a sassy retort, she smiled politely at him and continued down the school hallway before walking into the break room.

Being a twenty-seven year old single woman who worked at a high school with teenagers five days a week, took enough energy out of her. She didn't need to waste any more energy on Tyler.

"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that." Bonnie Bennett, her best friend said.

"I don't pay Tyler any mind," She said, smiling reassuringly. "You know that."

"I guess." Bonnie muttered, pointing to a table. "Look there's Matt," her cheeks flushed.

"You can go sit with him if you want," Elena teased.

"No, no, no," Bonnie muttered, glancing up at her. "You two dated. That means he's off limits."

Elena grabbed her arm and shook it. "That was in high school, Bonnie. And, it was for literally four months. It's not like he was my high school love."

"Still..." She bit her lip. "It's a bit intimidating just walking over there. I'm not sitting over there alone."

"Okay...we'll go sit with him," She smirked, pulling Bonnie with her as she walked over to Matt, who grinned happily in acknowledgement.

"Hey Elena!" He smiled before turning to Bonnie and adding bashfully, "Hey, Bonnie."

"Hi Matt." She said back to him as they locked eyes. Elena watched them amusedly for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Can we sit?" She asked, laughing slightly.

Matt broke eye contact with Bonnie, a blush on his cheeks. "Yeah. Sure can!"

Elena smirked and purposefully chose the seat furthest from Matt, allowing Bonnie to sit next to him.

"So, any big plans for the weekend?" Matt asked, aiming the question to the two of them but his eyes remaining on Bonnie.

Elena smiled as she watched them. "I don't have anything planned."

Matt turned his head to Elena and nodded in acknowledgement before turning back to Bonnie. "What about you, Ms. Bennett?"

Bonnie's tanned cheeks flushed as she glanced at Matt. "Well, nothing yet but it's only Friday."

Matt smiled, bringing his power sports drink to his lips before replying. He leaned near to her. "What about you and me this Saturday for dinner? Would that fit into your plans?"

Bonnie's eyes widened before nodding frantically. "Yes, of course! Yes." Realizing how eager she sounded, she flushed which elicited a giggle from Elena.

Matt's baby blue's brightened as he grinned. "Really? Well, great! That's just great, isn't it Elena?"

"Sure is." She said, smiling and winking at Bonnie.

Matt glanced at his watch before eliciting a low whistle. "I gotta go, ladies. I know you guys' day is over, but mine's just beginning. Gotta go deal with my boys." He pushed out his chair before standing. "Bonnie, is seven good? I'll pick you up."

"Sounds great."

"Good, well, see you Monday, Elena." He said looking at her before walking by patting Bonnie's shoulder. "See you tomorrow, Bon." And with that he left.

Elena giggled loudly once Matt was out of earshot. "Look at you with your hot date."

Bonnie dazedly looked at her. "I didn't imagine that did I?"

"Nope." Elena grinned.

She'd always supported the guys Bonnie went out with. To be fair, the list was short considering the fact that Bonnie was so indescribably picky.

Now, her list had been a bit longer but full of people who couldn't make the cut. She'd found herself not wanting to settle down with someone she had to take care of. She wanted someone to take care her, not the other way around. When her parents died when she was fifteen, she didn't know what do. Suddenly the role of dutiful daughter had been switched before her very eyes. She'd had to take care of her younger brother, Jeremy. Sure, her Aunt Jenna had moved in as their guardian, but Jenna was young.

Too young to deal with two teenagers.

So, most of the parenting went to Elena as she tried to be the mother and the father that Jeremy needed.

Now she was twenty-seven, Jeremy had Anna and here she was still single as her friends paired off.

Bonnie shrugged. "I think I need to focus on something else. I feel all jittery." She wrung her hands as she smiled nervously.

"That's a good thing, though!" Elena reassured, patting her hand.

"Well, tell me, are you seeing anyone?"

Elena found this question so ridiculous she nearly rolled her eyes. "No. I would've told you if I was."

"Well, what about Stefan?" Bonnie asked pointing in the direction of the coffee pot.

Elena turned in her seat to see Stefan Salvatore talking to Lexi Branson. They were standing intimately close, and she would've assumed they were an item if she didn't know for a fact that they were only friends.

She'd thought Stefan was cute and he was. He was a good guy but had never asked her out. They were friends, nothing more.

Plus, she wasn't too sure on how she felt about dating co-workers.

She'd already dated Matt and on a particularly bad day, had made out with Tyler in the janitor's closet.

She needed someone new.

She turned back to Bonnie. "No, I don't think I'm his type."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "This is you were talking about. You're everyone's type."

Now it was Elena's turn to blush. "That's not true and you know it."

Bonnie smiled. "Let's go to the bar today and get drunk and I'll be your wing-woman! What do you say?"

Elena found herself shaking her head. "I can't. I told Alaric I'd help him out at the Grill. He was understaffed and I told him I'd wait some tables for him."

The Grill was owned by Alaric ever since the other owner decided to retire. Alaric was older than her, probably forty by now. He used to be her history teacher and now here she was, teaching at the same school where he used to teach.

Normally, on a Friday night, Elena would put on her flannel pajamas, pop in some romantic comedy dvd, and open herself a pint of her favorite ice cream.

But since Alaric had called her with a favor yesterday, she really couldn't say no. He was married to her Aunt Jenna, so that made him family. Plus, she'd worked at the grill in high school when she was saving for college.

"Oh, Elena." Bonnie chided before sighing. "Well, who knows? Maybe your luck will change and you'll meet someone tonight."

Elena stood out of her chair before sighing. "Yeah, who knows?" She muttered sarcastically.

"Well, I hope your luck changes. I want you to be happy."

"Well, I have to head home to get changed for my shift." She grabbed Bonnie's hand before squeezing it tightly. "Don't worry, Bon, I am happy."

Bonnie smiled, "I'll call you, okay?"

"Sure." Elena smiled, strained before walking away and heading home.

"Hi, I'm Elena and welcome to the Mystic Falls grill, can I take your order?" She asked to the elderly couple sitting in a booth.

"I'll have the Greek salad." The elderly man said as he reached over to grab his wife's hand. "And my sweetie will have the fish sandwich." He said as he smiled endearingly at his partner.

Elena's heart warmed as she jotted down the couple's order. She smiled politely, "Your food will be out shortly."

As Elena walked into the kitchen and put the elderly couple's order up for the cook, she wondered when had her life lost its passion? When her parents died, all the extracurricular activities that used to seem so important lost their value. She went to college and cut loose for her first two years until Aunt Jenna had something to say about her grades, and then Elena cleaned up her act—fast.

Elena found herself thinking how she used to love life and now she found herself barely living at all.

She hadn't sex in months. Nine to be exact.

Come to think of it, that was the last time she'd had her last date.

It wasn't completely her fault. Mystic Falls was a small town and a lot of people had paired off. And, she wasn't the type of person to be fearless and just go up to anyone.

Elena sighed before shrugging off her lonely thoughts.

Time to grab life by the balls, Elena. No more sitting around.

Elena turned to exit the kitchen but as she was leaving, Alaric was entering.

"Elena! Good, I've found you." He said, dragging her back in the kitchen.

"What's happening, Ric?" She glanced at him. "Why are you so frazzled?"

"Damon Salvatore is here with a date who's equally, if not more, famous than he is." Alaric answered cryptically.

She didn't bother asking Alaric who this person was. She just assumed he was important enough since Alaric was freaking out.

Elena walked over to the kitchen and peered out of the kitchen window. It was filled with the same group of people she saw earlier.

"I don't see anything." She said turning back to Alaric.

Alaric shot her a look. "Do you really think that I'd put two famous people in the center of the restaurant?" Elena felt a flush on her cheeks. "They're in a private room in the back, just past the kitchen. They should have everything they need, just make sure no one sneaks back there. No paparazzi."

Elena nodded. "So you just want me to stand around a door for my shift?"

Alaric smiled. "Now you've got it. And if you find yourself needing to relieve yourself, go to the bathroom back there too. Can't take any chances with leaving the couple for too long." He patted her shoulder. "Now, go do your job." He stated before leaving to head back to the main room.

Elena huffed and began walking to the back of the kitchen. She saw a door and heard voices from behind it. She heard a feminine voice and a lower-deeper voice and assumed that it must've been the voice of Mr. Salvatore and his date.

Elena glanced over to the side and saw a chair.

Thanks, Alaric. You're so considerate, Elena thought as she sat down and waited.

Elena jumped awake at the sound of pans dropping in the kitchen. She stretched awkwardly in the chair before standing. She placed her ear against the door and could still hear the talking of Mr. Salvatore and his mystery date.

She glanced down at her watch and saw that an hour had passed since she first sat down in that chair.

"I need a break." She muttered before walking into the private bathroom. She knew she probably shouldn't have been in there but since she could still hear the voices of the couple, she figured she was in the clear.

The private bathroom was nothing like the bathroom out front. It was extravagant with red plush linens and a lounge in the entryway. Elena's eyes widened as she walked carefully through the bathroom and made her way to the mirror.

Her eyes widened at the sight of herself. She looked so ordinary. Her tan skin seemed dull against the bright fluorescent lights. Her long naturally curly hair was in a high ponytail and her brown eyes seemed weak and tired.

So ordinary, she thought before she heard the door open.

Elena panicked as she heard whoever had walked in speak.

"Damon, I'll be right back." She heard a feminine voice say.

It must be his date, Elena thought as she glanced around for someplace to hide but finding none.

"God, I'm bored," She heard the voice mutter before walking out of the lounge area and to where Elena was.

Elena found herself frozen as she looked at the woman in front of her. She was sexy, that's for sure with legs that were exposed from a short red mini-dress and black stilettos. She had long curly hair that fell past her chest, around the same length as hers, she'd noticed.

But what had Elena more frozen than anything else was the woman's face.

Elena looked just like her.

Sure the girl that was in front of her had more maintenance, with her designer clothes and make-up, but they shared the same tan skin, same lip shape, and even the same eyes.

"Who are you?" The woman asked, walking towards Elena.

Elena cleared her throat. "Elena. I'm here to make sure no paparazzi get in. And you are...?"

The girl stopped walking towards Elena and arched an eyebrow. "How do you not know who I am?"

Elena felt her cheeks flush. "Um, Jennifer Lopez?"

The girl gave out a loud scoff. "No. I'm not forty. Where do you live? Under a rock?"

Elena shuffled her feet. "Well, I don't really have time to watch much television and I've never been a fan of tabloids."

The girl shook her head and laughed. "You must live under a rock." She extended her hand. "I'm Katherine Pierce." She purred.

Elena took her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Katherine suddenly pulled her hand tightly causing Elena to fall forward. Katherine then placed on Elena's chin turning her head from side to side.

"Why do you look like me?" Katherine asked, amazedly, releasing Elena's chin and hand.

Elena rubbed her chin carefully. "I don't know. We must just have similar features I guess."

"Bullshit." Katherine spoke looking at her. "You work here right?"

Elena nodded, "Just for tonight."

"And do you have a day job?"

"Um, I teach health at the public high school." Elena said.

Katherine began laughing, almost maniacally.

"Um, Katherine, are you okay?"

"This is perfect." She muttered. "How would you like to be an actress for a month?"

Elena arched an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you see." Katherine began walking around Elena, almost predatory. "I'm bored, Elena. I'm tired of being watched all the time. I am sick of the red carpets and the glam. I want what you have."

"And what do I have?" Elena asked, slightly frightened.

"Anonymity." Katherine answered quickly. "Freedom. And I want it." She stopped in front of Elena. "And what I want, Elena. I get."

"Well what makes you think I have what it takes to be an actress?" Elena found herself gaining confidence. Maybe it was contagious.

"See!" Katherine screamed. "You don't have to actually act. I start shooting a new movie in a month and right before I head off to it, we can switch back in here."

"So what exactly would I do?"

"You go to events, do photo shoots, whatever Caroline sets up for you."

"Caroline?" Elena's head was spinning.

"She's my agent." Katherine squealed. "I'm so excited. But we've got to do something about your look. We need to change clothes."

"Katherine, wait a second." Elena finally spoke. "I don't know if I can actually do something like this. We don't know each other and I doubt you know enough to teach twenty classes-worth of health and I don't know how to act in a photo shoot."

Katherine grabbed her by the shoulders. "You don't have a family do you? In a relationship with kids?"

Elena shook her head. "No."

"Are you happy with your life?" Katherine purred. Everything she was speaking of sounded so appealing.

Elena had always wondered what it would be like to be famous. I mean, it was only a month.

A month for excitement.

Elena shook her head. "No." Katherine's lips curved upwards and Elena knew that once she uttered that word, her fate had been sealed.

Within ten minutes, Elena had switched the clothes with Katherine and Katherine had emptied her clutch and put a layer-full of make-up on her face, Elena already felt different.

She felt taller, more confident, and sexier.

Katherine, now dressed as Elena, smiled approvingly. "You look good, but of course you would."

Elena rolled her eyes as she pulled down the hem of Katherine's dress down shortly. Katherine handed Elena her clutch-purse. "My keys and cell phone are in there. I'll call you from your phone to help you out and vice versa. We'll work out any kinks through the phone. Damon will drive your home and-Shit! Damon! I forgot about him out there."

"W-what am I supposed to do?" Elena whispered.

"Just be yourself...just more confident." Katherine muttered. "Now, go. We've kept him waiting long enough."

Elena took a deep breath. "Well, my stuff is in locker 101 and my car is the red Prius."

"Locker 101, red Prius. Got it. Now go." Katherine said pushing Elena towards the door.

"Good luck, Elena. I'll call you." Katherine said pushing her through the door.

Elena sighed, pulling down Katherine's dress again as pushed back her shoulders to enter the private dining room.

She entered the dining room and was momentarily distracted by the setting. It was a large, open room with a single table in the center with a white tablecloth. It was dimly lit and fairly romantic. Elena's cheeks flushed as she realized that she was about to go on her first date in a long time and she wasn't even herself.

She saw a man talking on the phone, but his back was turned.

Elena bit her lip nervously, what exactly was she supposed to do? Elena remembered Katherine's words.

More confident.

Elena pushed her shoulders back and cleared her throat, which caused the guy to hang up on the phone and turn around.

Elena's breath caught. The man was beautiful. His raven hair was neatly tousled and thick. His skin was pale, but beautiful. He had a sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes. He smirked at her and Elena felt her heart stop momentarily.

This wasn't going to be as easy as she had thought.