Chapter 1: Everything is Fine

My eyes slowly fluttered open. All I saw was red. And by red, I meant the red Post-It note that was stuck to my forehead and covered my eyes. I didn't recall placing a Post-It on my head. So, with slight confusion, I peeled it from my head and focused my eyes on the words. Welcome! Everything is fine. My brow furrowed. How very The Good Place. I groaned, immediately suspecting my brother was trying to prank me. My theory was quickly dispelled when I began to glance around the room.

This wasn't my room. The room had orange walls and orange curtains. I hated orange. It was most definitely not the room I had gone to sleep in. The room I fell asleep in was a peaceful blue. It wasn't even a room in my house. We didn't have a room that looked like this. My heart began to race. Had I somehow walked-off in my sleep and ended up in some random stranger's home? I mean it would have been more believable if I was one of the types to go partying get drunk, and stumble home. But I wasn't. I was definitely a homebody. My idea of a good night was watching Netflix and snuggling with my cat. Needless to say, my mother worried about me a lot.

My next guess was that maybe my parents were playing a prank on me. Maybe they had finished my new bedroom in the new addition on the house and had transported me in my sleep. But that still didn't explain the orange room. Unless they were pranking me with the orange colored bedroom too. I wouldn't put it past my parents to spend money frivolously just to mess with me. I stood up and walked over to the window. My eyes widened. That was definitely not the view that should have been there. There should have been a lake and a bunch of pine trees. I lived in Wisconsin for Pete's sake. This definitely did not look like northern Wisconsin.

My heart started to pound as I began to search the room for clues as to where I was. Had I been kidnapped? I immediately nixed that plan. I would have been tied up and gagged if that were the case. Maybe those brownies I had last night weren't quite normal if you know what I mean. Maybe I was hallucinating. I wouldn't know. I hadn't ever done anything before. No, dreaming seemed the most likely right now. But then in the corner of my eye, I saw something in the mirror. Something that didn't look quite right.

I walked over to the mirror and saw my reflection. My eyes widened in horror. I blinked my eyes several times and rubbed them to clear them before I looked back. Oh god, the reflection hadn't changed. Why the fork did I look like Anna Kendrick? My eyes widened again. Oh no. If I was Anna Kendrick, did that mean Anna Kendrick was me? If that was the case then I felt terrible for her. My acne was severely out of control and there was definitely more of me to love than her. Not that that was a bad thing. You should love yourself no matter what. But still, I felt bad for her because she was in for the shock of a lifetime.

Further proof this could be a dream. Like in Ant-Man and the Wasp. When Scott Lang was in that dream but he looked in the mirror and saw Janet van Dyne. My eyes widened in horror again. Did I somehow end up in the Quantum Realm? God, this made my head hurt. I really needed to stop with all the pop culture stuff. I probably should have spent more time studying or doing something useful with my life, rather than all the time I spent on the internet. With the amount of time I spent on that blue hell site alone, I probably could have solved world hunger or cancer by now.

I took a deep breath. The way I saw it, I had two options. Option one: freak out. While this option seemed very appropriate, it wasn't in my best interest. If I really had been Freaky Friday-ed with Anna, then her people would burst through those doors and realize that I was a fraud. I would be arrested and sent to prison for the rest of my life. I didn't need that. If I was dreaming, I would probably give myself a heart attack and die in my sleep. I didn't need that either. That left option two: enjoy the lemons life had given me and make some lemonade. Go with the flow. Anna Kendrick was like my superhero. What could possibly go wrong?

As I examined my reflection once more, I realized I looked a little more Twilight Anna than Pitch Perfect or Into the Woods Anna. Not that it really mattered. I looked like Anna Kendrick. It was more than I could actually hope for. I was going to enjoy this while it lasted.

I walked over to the bedside table and turned the boombox on. Kinda retro. Who had a CD/FM radio boombox anymore? Everyone used their phones for music these days. But even if I could find her phone, I wouldn't even know where to begin to crack her password. So, I settled for an old-fashioned radio station. Taylor Swift's Love Story came sounding out of the speakers. I had a love-hate relationship with that song. Usually more hate, but I couldn't help but grab the hairbrush on the dresser and sing along with Taylor.

I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air

I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Apparently, Anna didn't live alone. And while it really shouldn't have mattered, I was dying to see who was at the door. I threw the hairbrush on the bed and rushed over to the door, mentally trying to guess what celebrity would be behind the door. I was hoping it was Chris Pine. I definitely wouldn't mind some eye candy right now.

I exhaled a breath slowly before I flung the door open. Definitely not who I was expecting. Nina Dobrev? I mean, sure, I had seen them in a few pictures together, but definitely not the person I expected Anna to be living with. Although, Nina looked younger than I had last seen her. Seen her, I mentally chuckled. Like, on the internet. I had never personally met Nina before. But she wasn't quite giving me happy-to-see-me friend vibe. No, her arms were folded across her chest and she looked somewhat annoyed with me.

"Are you coming to breakfast?" she asked me. "We're waiting on you." Her tone was definitely annoyed. What had I done? Or rather, what had Anna done? Just another mystery to solve. I could finally put all those detective shows to good use and solve it.

But I had to play it cool...for now. I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh-uh, sure," I responded because honestly, I was really curious as to who else was waiting on me...well, Anna, technically speaking.

I walked into the hallway behind Nina and followed her downstairs. It hadn't struck me before, but this really didn't seem like the kind of place that celebrities would live in. It seemed far too homey. But then again, I had never been to a celebrity's house before. Maybe they were normal, but everything I had seen on the internet told me otherwise. And then I saw the pictures.

There were pictures of Anna Kendrick, Nina Dobrev, and that dude from the Vampire Diaries on the wall. (I know very specific. There were plenty of dudes on the show but I don't remember his name.) Anywho, there were multiple pictures of them together in the same photograph. Even pictures of them when they were younger. That was actually super sweet if the three of them had been friends since before they got famous. Either that or someone was crazy good at photoshop.

As we descended into the lower level of the house, I was getting a really strange sense of deja-vu. Like, I had seen this house before. But I couldn't place where I had seen it. That door. Where had I seen that door before? I felt like I had seen someone carried through that door before. But that didn't make sense. Why would I have seen someone carried into Anna Kendrick and Nina Dobrev's house? That seemed super unlikely. And yet, I could have sworn I'd seen it before.

But I continued to follow Nina. I stopped in the dining room and looked at the kitchen. There was a woman shoving coffee grounds into a coffee maker and a guy with his back to me. This all seemed very familiar. This kitchen. It felt like I had seen it hundreds of times before. But how was that possible? I knew for a fact that I had never been here before. The woman also looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.

"Look who finally got up, Aunt Jenna," Nina said to the woman.

The woman, named Aunt Jenna, turned toward me and smiled. Like she knew me...or rather like she knew Anna.

My brow furrowed. Aunt Jenna. That sounded so familiar. I didn't have an aunt named Jenna. I had a cousin named Jenna, but not an aunt. Also, Nina saying the words Aunt Jenna didn't seem foreign to me. It was as if I had heard it plenty of times before.

The brooding teenager hunched over a cereal bowl turned back and looked at me. It was the dude from the Vampire Diaries in the pictures upstairs. Gah! What was his name again? I mean, I knew his character's name it was…

"Jeremy, did you want some coffee?" the woman named Aunt Jenna asked.

He nodded his head and turned back toward his cereal.

"Elena, what are you doing today, this your last day of freedom before school starts tomorrow?" the woman referred to as Aunt Jenna asked.

Nina shrugged and then responded to the question posed to Elena. "I thought I might see if Bonnie wanted to hang out."

"Not Matt?"

"Not Matt," Nina muttered folding her arms across her chest. She looked rather perturbed.

That's when my eyes immediately darted to the fridge. There were pictures of the cast members from the Vampire Diaries, but no pictures I had ever seen before. I looked at the calendar on the wall. It said the year was 2009. That was when it hit me. Aunt Jenna? Elena? Jeremy? Bonnie? Matt? 2009? My hands started to shake and I felt like I was going to puke.

Aunt Jenna must have noticed. "Rae?" she asked.

That was almost my undoing. I had to get out of here. I ran to the closest door I could find, which ended up being an old butler's pantry. But I didn't care. I shut the door behind me and covered my mouth with my hands to keep my screams from escaping. Instead, I jumped up and down while screaming in my head.

HOLY MOTHER FORKING SHIRTBALLS...THIS IS THE VAMPIRE DIARIES!

Author's Note: I've had this idea rolling around for a while. I know some of you have said you wanted me to write Vampire Diaries and some asked for one where someone ends up in another universe still knowing things. So, I combined the two and am dangling my feet in the water with this. This was partially inspired by randomfandoming's story. Go read their story!

Thanks to anyone who took the time to read this.