(Tori's POV)

I sigh, and look up from my locker, hearing a loud, obnoxious clank of too familiar combat boots. Jade stands beside me and gives me an evil, knowing smile.

"Hey, Tori…"

I look at her suspiciously, and then at her stomach, as if I could see through it and find out what she's hiding behind her back. I pull out my History book cautiously, wondering if she'll pull some string and water will fall on me. …Or something. I quickly snatch the book and jump back, my eyes closed tight. I open one, and I see Jade snort. I glare at her with both my eyes open, thank you, and take a step forward. I fumble with the hairbrush in my locker, acting as if I'm doing something important. I glance at Jade through the side of my eye, and then give her a curt nod.

"Jade."

She rolls her eyes and slowly moves her arms, and I lean towards my locker door. She looks up at me, and pulls out a box. She sighs, "You know, I kind of feel bad for making your life, you know, miserable… so here," she holds out the box, and I put the textbook in front of my face as a shield, "it's an olive branch." I glare at her, and hold out my hand. She places the box in my palm and I gulp, a little worried. What if she, like, put a bomb in here, or something? Without me she has Beck all to herself, and the fact the she even thinks I like him that way is insane, because I don't even find guys attract—never mind…

I glance at her through my long lashes, and notice how pretty her eyes are, they're such a bright blue… and her pale skin is amazing—ugh. It's kind of hard to be enemies with a girl you have a huge crush on. I shake my head, and then right when I'm about to lift the lid, Jade passes out.

Literally.

She falls to the floor.

She's lying. On the floor. Like right now.

And her eyes are closed.

And oh fuck—I don't think she's breathing!

I scream, and throw the box behind me. It moves off down the hallway when it lands, but I'm too preoccupied to really wonder what the hell is in it. I take in a shaky breath, and kneel down beside her head. I bite my lip and see a flash of plaid before Beck is all over her, yelling, and hovering his hands over his girlfriend's body, unsure of what to do. Beck looks up at me, angrily, and I shriek. But then he's just a worried boy, and I feel a pinch of sympathy for him. I see his Adams Apple bob as he gulps, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, mouthing, "Tell me later," and then he's calling 911.

And the ambulance comes, and other students are crowding around. I hear Cat sobbing in the corner as Beck stands up to go comfort her, and I rub my hands together, which are seated in my lap. And then I'll nod, and whisper.

"Yeah."

My voice cracks, and then I curl up into a ball and break down in tears.

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(Jade's POV)

I groan, and rub my forehead, feeling a major headache coming on. I blink a few times before everything is clear, and sit up slowly, but not slow enough, and my stomach jumps. I whip my hand over my mouth and close my eyes again, fighting back the bile rising in my throat. I take in a shaky breath once it's down, and open my eyes again.

Holy shit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I'm sitting in a huge, beaded, canopy bed, complete with curtains surrounding all of the sides. And it's fucking pink. All pink. There are tons of different shades, from light to dark, to nearly red and nearly purple. My mouth is hanging open, and I raise my arm to pull back the disgusting curtain. But then I stop. My nails are perfectly manicured with French tips, my skin, looking as if it got a terrible spray tan, is as bad as Snooki's. I spot a pink pajama sleeve, covered in white hearts, and look down at the rest of my body. I'm actually wearing pink. I probably would've screamed, had I not been so shocked. Pink. I'm wearing it.

As I'm examining my pants, I notice a flash of white, and tug on it, which sends searing pain to my head. Oh god no. I gulp and trail my fingers through it, moving my hands up and up until I reach my scalp.

No.

No.

My hair isn't bleach blonde… it's fucking dark brown, okay?

I shake my head, the headache growing worse and worse, and then pull the curtain back. And I shriek.

The walls are filled with light pink and huge white roses. The carpet is pink, the furniture is pink. The laptop is hot pink, and all of the doors are pink. I look up and groan. Even the ceiling is pink! I look back in front of me and take in a shaky breath through my mouth, which is still wide open. I stumble as best as I can towards the door laid out in front of me. I gulp and slowly turn the doorknob, pulling it open. Now I scream.

"HOLY FUCK!"

All of my "clothes" are pink. I gasp and move forward, stifling through the shirts and pants, brands such as Hollister and Areopostale scream at me, and I tear through the closet, throwing white skirts and purple tank tops behind me. My chest is heaving and I fall to the floor, not finding anything as least navy blue. And then I'll break down in tears and cry, because seriously, I have no idea what the hell is going on!

I hear an old fashioned alarm clock ring, and I shakily stand up, furiously scrubbing at my face and walk over to the end table beside… the bed. I sniff at look at the clock, surprised that it's only five am. I glance over at the calendar, and see that it's a Tuesday. I sigh and look out of the window, noticing it's still dark. I grumble to myself and walk towards another door, and slowly open it and peek out. There's a wine red hallway, and it's extremely long. I bit my lip and stick my foot out, slowly stepping onto the plush, white, carpet. I jump out of the doorway then, ready if Barbie-ninjas attack me or something. I take in a breath of relief and slowly inch forward, until I come up to a door (one of many,) that has a pink sign saying, 'Jadelyn's Bathroom.' I glare at my full name, but turn the doorknob and push the door open, bracing myself for more pink, which, faithfully and unfortunately, comes.

There's a huge shower in the corner, filled with tons of shampoos and lotions and scrubs, and then to the right is a very expensive looking toilet, and then to the left is a shiny-looking bowl sink, which is made out of—you guessed it—pink metal. I glare at it, as if all of this was its fault. Its seated on top of a white counter, which has a giant makeup stand on one side, and various straighteners and such on the other. But what surprises me the most is the mirror. It's huge, about, oh I don't know, five feet wide and five feet tall! I gasp as I look at… myself… in the glass.

My hair is bleach blonde, and my skin is tanned, but with some type of spread, which I saw on the counter. My pajamas are pink and covered in white hearts and stars and music notes, and when I turn on the shower and begin to strip off my pajamas, I notice that I'm wearing a light blue bra. I sigh in relief, at least it isn't pink. But then, when I take off my pants, my mouth drops open, for about the millionth time. Hell. No.

I'm wearing an actual, genuine… thong… the thought makes me want to throw up, and I try my best not to, but after everything this… morning… I do anyways. The vomit burns my throat as I empty it into the toilet, and I lay my head on the rim, before getting splashed in the face with water. I lift my head up, and find that some… thing is spraying me with water, which, if I were going to the bathroom, would be, uh… well, you know. I shriek and stand up, flushing the toilet. I jump into the shower and rinse off. That's just sick, okay? I whine and lather my hair with some weird smelling two-in-one soap, and then wash my body, hopefully getting rid of the fake tan. I run the water all over, letting the warmth sink in before I turn it off and step out. I bite my lip and look around. I forgot about a towel… I spot a cabinet and quickly walk to it, before drying myself of, and then I throw on the white and pink robe that was hanging on a hook on the door. I walk out of the bathroom and head back to, uh… my room… and plop down on the bed.

What. The. Mother-fucking. Shit? This whole morning has been insane, and my now-migraine still hasn't gone away. I rub at my temples, before sitting up and walking towards the white, regal-looking, desk. I huff and open up the laptop, which is still on. I click on the little bar at the start menu, and wonder what the hell… whoever was doing. It opens up to a webpage called Sexy Vampire Lesbians, and my mouth hangs open, and I quickly close out of the window. Ew. Gay vampire porn? What the hell? I glance at the bulletin board above the desk, and groan. School or whatever starts at seven-forty-five, and it's now six thirty.

I leave the desk with a shudder and go to the closet. I look through the dresser and find a grey bra and—thank god—panties that-aren't-in-thong-form. I quickly put it on, and then move the hangers around, knowing that I'll probably bleach my eyes when all of this shit is over. I sigh, settling for dark wash skinny jeans and a royal purple tank top. I find a black stocking cap and pull my—ew—blonde hair into a low bun before throwing it on. I try finding some boots or converse, but I come up short, and slip on brown sandals instead. I look into the mirror when I'm all done and groan. I look ridiculous, but, seriously, anything is better than pink!

I walk into the bathroom and apply the darkest eye shadow I can find, along with more eyeliner than I usually wear, and peach-flavored lip-gloss. I walk back into my room and grab the book bag that has been hanging off of the chair. I glance at the clock, before heading out into the hallway.

I look both ways, step outside, thankfully closing the door. I bite my lip and walk to the left, from which I smell bacon from. There's this huge circular hallway that has white walls. There are framed pictures, some big, some small, scattered around the wall, and then there's railing in the middle of the space with a spiral staircase. I walk down the stairs slowly, surprised at how high up the second level is, only to find that it was the third. The actual second floor just seems to be a lounge/bar, with a very open floor plan. So I quickly continue, without much notice.

As I make my way down the stairs I hear someone humming, and stop short once I enter the kitchen. It's… my mom… looking normal. And she's making eggs and sausages, and it's… weird. She smiles hugely when she spots me, as I walk towards the big, brown, wood dining table, and immediately pushes me down in a chair. The kitchen is huge and seems gourmet, complete with a window that over-looks our now high class neighborhood. She's wearing an apron with tons of flowers, a white t-shirt and jeans, and her dirty-blonde hair is in a ponytail.

"Hey sweetie!"

Her Southern drawl is more pronounced than usual.

"Why are you wearin' so many dark thangs?" She lays a glass of milk in front of me, along with an empty plate. I gulp down the milk and look up.

"I… uh…"

I'm saved from answering as someone walks in, and I take in a whiff of the food as my mom fills up my plate. My mother moves aside and hands me a fork, and I finally notice the person that walked in.

It's a woman that seems around the age of my mom, with brown hair that has a few gray strands here and there. She's wearing dark blue pajamas, and she yawns, snaking her arms around my mother's waist. I drop my fork. She murmurs, "Morning, beautiful." Mom giggles and lays her hands on top of the woman's, and I choke on the eggs that are in my mouth. I shoot up from the chair and cough, and Mom and the woman tear apart and look at me worriedly, before I finally spit out the damned piece of food. I barely breath before screaming, "You're GAY?"

My mom gasps and the other woman does as well, before placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Jadelyn, are you all right?" I back away, and yell again, cringing when I notice that the accent I've been concealing so well is now coming back.

"My name is Jade! My hair is brown, my mother's straight—and I am NOT obsessed with pink! My eyebrow should be pierced, and my skin isn't sprayed tanned! And, and—and…" I trail off, and fall back into the chair. The woman, whose name I now know is Rebecca, thanks to my mom whispering to her, purses her lips worriedly and leaves the room. I sob into my hands, and even though I'm going to beat myself up for it later, under the circumstances I think I'll let it pass.

I feel my mother's slim, yet strong, hand land on my shoulder, and she rubs it. For a second I'm surprised that there isn't the smell of cigarette smoke or alcohol on her breath when she leans forward and talks to me, but then I frown, remembering that I'm freaking dreaming.

Yeah.

Dreaming.

I'll go with that.

"Sweetheart, what's that matter? Rebecca has been your mother for your whole life. She was the one that was pregnant with you, remember?" I sniff and then gasp. "Remember your baby book? Before it burned along with the old house?" What? "There are pictures of you in there, Jadelyn… with me and your mother."

"B—But… I—I…"

I have no idea what to say, so I fall into my mom's chest and sob like a little kid, because honestly. What the hell else can I do?

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A/N: So there's the first chapter! I hope I introduced the story well, and if not please tell me what I did wrong! I was going to introduce Beck and the school, but then decided against it, figuring that would all be too much in one chapter.

This was such a headache to write (seriously, I need an Advil), but a ton of fun, too! :D

So Jade faints in front of Tori, and wakes up in a pink world where her mother isn't a drunk/depressive and is gay.

And yeah, the next chapter is where Beck and Tori come in, and then Andre and the rest later. I kind of want Andre to be a Transgender guy, but I'm not sure. What do you think? I was thinking that'd be offensive to some, but I've got some great ideas for Jade/Andre friendship!

So review, and I'll update sooner! ;)

-KJ