Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries or Starstruck or anything pertaining to either of these things except my own writing.

A/N: This fic is based on the Disney movie Starstruck, but Delena-fied. Thank you. *smiley

Elena stood in her bedroom next to the bed, neatly folding her shirts into a pile to be put in her suitcase. Her older sister of 21, Margaret, crossed the bathroom separating their two rooms to poke her head into Elena's.

"Hey, 'Lena? You know that purple floral tank you have?"

Elena looked at Maggie, her face blank. "Whatever. You can borrow it. Borrow, and return my green t-shirt."

"You're the best!" Maggie told her as Elena tossed the shirt into her waiting hands and returned to packing without another word.

"Sure I am," she murmured when Maggie had left. Her phone buzzed with a text with the tone for Bonnie, her best friend, and Elena grabbed it.

Hey you! You leave for the airport in three hours! Are you pumped?! #onmywayLA!

Elena had to smile at the text, but wasn't particularly excited. Going to California for their end-of-summer vacation had been her sister's idea. Elena's had been staying home and relaxing, not gallivanting around the country. Don't get her wrong–she enjoyed having fun, but that's not all Margaret had in mind. She actually wanted to 'run into' her favorite actor, Damon Salvatore. Personally, Elena couldn't stand the guy. He seemed arrogant, shallow–totally self-obsessed. She chose to ignore the charity work he did for marine life as a way of increasing his fame through hugging dolphins.

But here she was, stuck going along with her family to Los Angeles. Elena didn't even like the sun and heat that much; she much preferred soothing rain over sweat.

"Are you girls all packed yet?" her mom, Miranda, called up to them.

"Not quite!" Elena's clock read ten to twelve. They'd have to leave soon if they wanted to catch their plane (which Elena didn't). Nonetheless, she stuffed her toothbrush, hairbrush, and toothpaste into a side pocket of her bag and zipped it closed before calling back down again, "Ready." She grabbed the stack of books from her dresser and shoved them one by one into the bag that also contained her diary and writing pen.

Elena dragged and bumped the bag down the stairs, her satchel-bag swinging loosely on her shoulder as her hair flew in wisps in front of her face. She dropped the bag onto the hardwood floor when she reached the bottom of the stairs just when her mother entered the room. "Great," Miranda said, kissing her daughter's cheek lightly. "Nearly ready to go." Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert's bags were already waiting beside the door, and would soon be packed into the Honda. "I really appreciate you being so good about all this, Elena," her mom added. "I know LA wasn't exactly your first choice."
"It's fine, Mom," Elena assured her. "I was outvoted. No big deal." Except it kind of was. Not that she'd actually say that. Elena wasn't one to whine. She'd leave that to her sister.

"Come on, hon'. Can you help me fold the laundry?" Miranda asked, though Elena knew she wouldn't be able to actually give a no for an answer. So she only nodded and followed her mom into the living room where the 'news' was playing on the TV. The alleged reporter Andy Starr (could you get any faker?) was just beginning a segment on none other than Damon Salvatore. Margaret ran down the stairs as though being chased by hellhounds and yelled his name. Elena made sure she didn't say aloud what she was thinking–He isn't here! Why are you so psychotic?!

"Why do you watch this stuff?" she inquired instead. "I mean, really; it's so pointless and fake–" Margaret shushed her with an acidic glare before whirling back to the screen. Elena rolled her eyes, focusing her own captivated attention on folding a towel from the pile.

"Damon's new movie, Don't Come Easy, premiered last night, where we caught up to the star on the Red Carpet," Andy was going on. Margaret squealed and Elena, her eyes (despite herself) finding the TV, tried to begin folding another towel.

"I really don't know what to say," Damon told Andy in the clip. In the background, girls and boys alike were screaming for Damon and trying to break across the fence. "I'm sort of shocked. The response was insane at the end; I didn't expect the audience to stand and clap. I'd love to tell you all how much you all mean to me, all my fans; it means the world that you support me. No way would I have gotten the role without you." The screen went back to Andy and some of the sparkle left Maggie's eyes, replaced by red hearts as she stared at the wall.

"He's such an amazing person," she said aloud, sounding drugged. "Isn't he?"

"Definitely not amazing," Elena told her. "You think he's this great guy, but you don't even know him. We live in Mystic Falls. Virginia."

Margaret scoffed. "Uh, I'm an original member of his fan club, Elena! I follow his minute by minute blog posts and I text him every day! Trust me, I know him extremely well and he's probably dying to meet me. Plus, he grew up here. One of these days he could come back and find me…"

Elena frowned and looked to Miranda. "Is it too late for me to be an only child?"

Her mom didn't look up from the laundry as she replied, not for the first time, "Yes." Elena breathed out heavily and continued folding.

"Oh, Mags, are we driving to the charity ball together?" she asked after a second. Their parents were big into fundraising, and this time it was to build a children's hospital in Mystic Falls.

"Uh," Maggie looked at her sister, the thinly veiled disgust evident on her face, "you're not invited."

"Funny, but considering it's a charity ball run by our parents, I can safely I am," said Elena. "Nice try though." Margaret rolled her eyes and looked back at the TV, now bored.

"I'll be upstairs," she announced before leaving the room.

"Mom–"

"No, Elena. Look, I know she doesn't have a chance with that boy," Miranda said, "but let her enjoy the prospect, alright?"

"Even if we all have to endure it?"

"Yes."

Time passed by far too quickly for Elena and far too slowly for Margaret. Soon it was time to jump in the car, bags having already been packed inside. Grayson, seated in the driver's side, waited for the women. First one out was Elena, as usual, followed by her sister and mother.

Here we go…