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There they were, sitting at the bar; sex on the beach cocktail for Caroline, and a gin tonic for Elena. The pre-party had been the most awkward thing of her life, but - of course - Caroline had been so far up Stefan's ass to notice the big, pink and glittery elephant prancing around the room as Damon was sitting right next to her and the awkward tension could be cut with a knife.

He tried to talk to her, make eye contact but Elena was having none of it. Couldn't he just get the message?

At least they weren't alone, some friends they met in college were there as well, so Elena could easily avoid the dark-haired guy more than once.

After an hour of chatting and drinking they finally went to the stupid little bar not far from the Salvatore house. It wasn't big, but extremely popular. A lot of people could come and meet new people, or play some old-fashioned fun pool, but it wasn't really Elena's style.

"God, Elena, you look like you're slowly dying," Caroline huffed as she played with the little umbrella in her red and yellow cocktail.

"With those looks he's giving me, I feel like I am." She felt his stare on her back, it was like a laser trying to mark his name on her back like a tattoo. It was irritating her. She didn't know why she was getting his attention. She thought of herself as an unattractive and geeky school girl. He seemed like the lady killer type, the 'let's have sex everywhere' guy. The only person she'd actually had sex with was Matt, and that one time with Tyler but she was drunk and it was a huge mistake.

"Come on! He's smoking, how can you not like him?" Caroline was confused by this, she knew that he wasn't really the nicest guy in Florida, but with the way his shirt was showing his muscular body she would've made her move already if it wasn't for Stefan. What was she thinking? Stefan was a hell of a catch.

"I just don't know. I mean, you're right. He's the perfect dark knight, the cut-out reluctant anti-hero, but I don't get those-" Before Elena could finish her sentence, Caroline already cut her off by almost shoving her hand in her face, with a 'stop in the name of love' motion.

"I mean of course I want you to end up marrying him, and having his beautiful babies," Elena wanted to protest but the blonde continued her explanation, "but come on, live a little. I mean, just fuck him? Get that mouth of yours on his junk! And maybe you will feel something, and then I can have my perfect teenage dream, but if it ends up being nothing you can always shrug it off?"

The idea didn't sound too crazy. She was pretty sure that he would be a god in the bedroom. A guy flaunting his looks like that had to own that kind of quality, and with the stories she heard from 'people'…

But could she do something like that? Sleeping with a person she didn't even like, just to know how it felt like? No, she wasn't like those girls. Elena was loyal and passionate, or at least she thought she was.

"I'd rather not, I actually want to keep my reputation."

"You don't even have one." Ouch, right in the feels. Caroline really knew how to make someone feel like the most wonderful person in the world.

"I'm going to ignore that you just said that, and join the guys for some pool." The conversation was done, Elena didn't need to hear more about mister hottie pants and their possible hook-up.

Now that she was in that bar, she might as well make the best of it. Giving Caroline a small smile, she jumped from her seat and walked to the guys that were laughing at some joke Stefan made. It must have been good, because the laughs were pretty loud and seemed endless.

"What's so funny, you guys?" Elena joined in, making the guys stop laughing the moment she reached the pool table.

"Oh just guy stuff," Jason said awkwardly.

Elena frowned, eyeing all of them. "If you say so." She wasn't going to dwell on it. Guys and their private joke things, she'd never understand.

Elena was having a good time after all, the pool game turned into a very enjoyable event. Caroline ended up chatting with a friend at the bar, who had arrived later on the evening.

She was in the mood for a drink, all the laughing and joking around her made her very thirsty, so with an actual real smile on her face Elena strolled to back to the counter. She wasn't in the mood for alcohol so she ended up just ordering a coke instead.

"Oh my fucking Jesus Christ." If there was a priest in the room, Caroline would've probably been sent to hell for using the name of Jesus in vain.

"What is it?"

"I think I just saw Elena twice." Stefan frowned at the bouncy blonde, who clearly just clarified she was nuts.

"What in the hell are you- fuck." Either there was something in her drink, or did Stefan just see a duplication of Elena as well? Like in the movies, Milkshake by Kelis started to play. It really was on the radio. Caroline would snort at the coincidence if she wasn't busy trying to wrap her head around how this was possible.

The so-called other Elena walked in the bar; her hair perfectly curled, it was a bit longer and more wavy than Elena's but you could still see the non-difference. Her killer legs were in full show and seemed even longer with the at least 10 inch black heels she was wearing. Her perfect slim body was wrapped in a wine-colored strapless dress. She was a devil in disguise, and all the boys in the yard - like Kelis would say - were staring at her in awe.

"What's going on you guys?" Elena asked confused as she walked to her friends with her drink in her hand. She didn't hear their conversation and obviously didn't notice the whole mean girls intro.

"Elena, I think America found out how to clone people."

What was she talking about? Clone? And then she saw it, the hot girl; no, the hot version of herself came walking closer to them. Her walk was elegant, confident, sexy, sensual as if the cheap floor of the bar was her fucking runway. "I think I'm going insane."

Was this possible? Was this really happening? She had heard the stories about there being someone looking a lot like you somewhere in the world. And there were twins. But even those looked a little bit different. This was two drops of water. The only thing that was different was the way she dressed.

"God, that's some fine piece of ass," Elena heard Damon say behind her, looking over her shoulder she noticed Damon, Jason and even Stefan looking at the new girl who just came walking in.

"Of course you think so, she looks like me," Elena hissed at Damon. She didn't really plan to sound so harsh, or sound like she was jealous, but come on! She could dress like that, not that she was planning to but she could.

"Are you jealous, Elena?" Damon smirked at her, and all she wanted to do was smack that smirk right of his face.

"Please, she looks like a hoe." With an annoyed huff Elena turned on her heels and wandered off, walking straight to the ladies room.

When she entered the tiled room she walked straight to the mirror and sighed. Elena started to prod her cheeks and glance at every bit of her body. "Why do I look so much like you?"

"You're asking the wrong question." Elena froze. Even her voice was practically the same. It was like when you record yourself and hear your own voice when you replay it on your computer. "You alright?" What could she say? 'No, I'm feeling unwell because I have a clone.' Should she even ask about the odd situation they were in?

"I'm alri-" Elena was once again confused out of her mind. She was gone. She didn't even hear the door open or close, it was like she was never even here.

"I need an aspirin."