I woke up, a terrible pounding in my head. I groaned and tried going back to sleep. "Dear, journal. Today I met two really cute brothers. Stefan and me might be good friends and I just met Damon and he is already getting on my nerves but he is still cute." I scream and fell out of bed and that's when I realized it. This is not my house. And he's reading from my journal. "You know, you are a hilarious drunk. But if you ever throw a hamburger at my car again, I won't hesitate to snap your neck. But you get brownie points for thinking I'm cute." Hamburger? When did I get a hamburger? Why does he still have my journal? "What happened? Why does my head hurt like a bitch? It hurts like you." He scoffed, threw my journal down and left the room. Point for me.

I walked down the stairs, journal in hand and looked for my purse. It was on the couch. I quickly grabbed it and put my journal in it. I grabbed my head and drew in a long breath. I wasn't kidding when I said it hurt like a bitch. Stefan came down the stairs holding two white pills. He gave them to me and I swallowed them fast. "Thanks Stefan." He nodded, "I have some clothes that you can change into if you want. It's the shirt I mentioned yesterday and some jeans." Oh yeah! I remember that shirt. He gave the clothes to me and I changed in the bathroom. The shirt was a little small but I guess that added more humor to the meaning?

When I came back downstairs, Stefan was making breakfast. He put a plate with a pancake in front of me and I dug in. Stefan was surprisingly a good cook. I kept drinking water because it helped my head a lot. I got out my phone and texted Elena about my dilemma and she sent me an 'LOL! Sux 4 you!' message. Nice to know that I can count on her when my head hurts. "Why does my head hurt, Stefan?" He laughed, "Blame Damon. He made you drink bourbon." Stupid Damon! Does he have any idea how much my head hurts right now? "Would you mind if I killed Damon?" He laughed again, "Only a little. After all we are family." I rolled my eyes, "Hard to believe that. He's so rude and you're so sweet. Like the bunnies you eat!" He rolled his eyes, "Would you rather I eat people?" I shook my head. Then I stopped because it hurt when I did that. I groaned and went home.

I laid down on the couch, trying to go to sleep. When that failed, I made Elena come and pick me up. "Elena! Lower the music!" She laughed and raised the volume even more. I punched the off button and sighed with relief. "Wow, Ella! You are really hung over. How many bourbons did you drink?" I held out one finger, "Only one?! You must have never drank before!" I shrugged, trying to keep the noise minimal. Elena took me inside and gave me a drink, "Here. It helps stop hangovers fast." I took it gratefully and gulped it. Some of the pain in my head left and for that I was thankful. "Thanks, Elena. So I have been meaning to ask you... Do you think we're related?" Elena sighed and nodded, "I asked my aunt Jenna and she told me that I am adopted. So now we don't know who our parents may be. Mine are dead and yours are not really yours." Wow, her parents were dead? "Oh, Elena. I'm sorry." I couldn't find any words to help. "It's okay. Everything happens for a reason, I suppose." I nodded, "It was like I was meant to punch that girl and get sent here as a punishment. It's not really a punishment anymore. It was like we were meant to meet." Elena nodded and her face lit up, "Who did you punch?" I grimaced and told her all about Aimee. Even about her thinking Damon was 'mine'. Elena gasped and laughed in all the right places.

"I think you should meet my Aunt Jenna. Maybe she knows about you." I shook my head, "I don't want your aunt to meet me while I'm hungover. Bad first impression." Elena shrugged and then nodded. A knock came at the door, "Elena? Stop talking to yourself. Jenna's going to think you're on drugs." I opened the door, "Do we really sound alike too?" Jeremy looked between us and blinked, "You shouldn't be here a lot. It's confusing." I laughed and shut the door. Elena looked like she was going to explode with laughter, "We managed to confuse Jeremy. That is some serious points for us. My friends, Bonnie and Caroline, would really like you!" I shrugged, "Who wouldn't like me?" "Aimee..." I glared at her and punched her shoulder playfully.

Elena took me to the grill for lunch. There a blond guy there that stared at us in total confusion. He came up to us and pointed at me, "You're Ella, right? You were here yesterday with a guy and you got mad when I called you Elena." I nervously laughed, "Yeah... I was drunk yesterday so I'm usually more level headed than that." He nodded and sat us at a booth. "So, I see you've met Matt. He's my ex. And, I'm curious, who were you with yesterday?" I shrugged, "Probably Damon. He made me drink and that's all I remember." She waggled her eyebrows and laughed until our food came. "So, what would you do if I tried to set you up with one of the Salvatore brothers?" She shrugged, "I don't know. I barely met them." She had a pretty good answer. "So, Ella. What about you? What would you do?" I laughed, "Nothing. They're like my brothers. It would basically be incest if I started dating them." Elena scoffed, but dropped the subject. It felt nice being sisters with Elena and practically a sister to the Salvatore's. It made me feel wanted.

When we left the grill, we went back to her house. There was a woman in the living room on the couch. "Elena, would you- Why are there two of you?" I kept quiet and let Elena explain our situation. The lady, who Elena told me was Jenna, hugged me and just told me to call her 'Aunt Jenna' since we were 'practically family'. It was kind of a lot to take in. Aunt Jenna then let us go to Elena's room. "Well that was fun... What do we do now?" She shrugged, "Want to watch a movie?" I nodded, "Here. I always carry around a copy of The Rocky Horror Picture Show." She looked confused, "What's that?" I gasped, "You have to watch this! It is the most amazing movie ever!" She got out her laptop and we started watching the movie.

"At the late night, double feature, picture show." We had already watched the movie and now we were singing the songs. Elena loved the movie! We just may be twins after all. "Bazinga!" My text ringer scared the crap out of Elena. I laughed and then checked my phone. *New picture message from Aimee at 7:36 Pm.* I opened the message and saw a picture of Aimee kissing Damon. It hurt to see it but I kept strong. Elena saw my face and grabbed my phone, "She really thinks Damon is your man, huh? I got this don't worry. Just let me type and... Done!" She showed me what she typed: 'Pshh, you can have Damon. We are not dating. Besides, the only reason he's kissing you is because he doesn't know about all the diseases you have.' I burst out because I knew it was partially true. She probably did have diseases!

Elena took me home an hour later and I went to visit Stefan. Didn't even bother knocking, he doesn't lock the door so it's pretty pointless. When I went inside, Aimee was sitting on the couch. "Ugh, hello, bitch." I started walking upstairs, "Goodbye bitch." She is really kind of a stalker. Tracking me here. Trying to get revenge. Creepy ass bitch. I could hear her bitching to Damon about me being here. Whiny little bitch. I knocked on Stefan's door. He opened it and let me in. "So.. What are you doing?" He shrugged, "Nothing really." I nodded, "Have you seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show." He laughed and nodded, "I saw it when there was no 'Picture'. Opening night, too." I probably looked pretty weird, I am almost certain my jaw was on the floor. No, I'm sure its on the floor.

"And then I was like, Nuh-uh! And she was like Yuh-huh! And then things got cra-zay!" Stefan was laughing at my impersonation of Aimee. Stefan then got up, messed his hair up, and said, "Why don't me and you, take it to my place? No? Let my crazy grin change that answer." He then mocked Damon's grin and I cracked up laughing. We were both laughing when someone cleared their throat. We looked up to find Aimee and Damon staring at us. I hid behind Stefan because Damon was glaring at me. Stefan looked around nervously, "Hey Damon... Want to play charades with us?" Damon just turned around and left. Aimee came up to me and smacked her lips, "You can have him back now. I'm all done." And I couldn't help it. I broke her nose again, "Deja vu, much?"

"Tell me a story, Stefan." He looked at me, completely serious and said, "Once there was an ugly barnacle. It was so ugly, that everyone died." I glared at him,"I'm serious Stefan." He nodded, and told me he had one that made you think twice, "One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change. A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.” Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money? Then a man passed by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.” Human? I couldn’t argue with that. Obviously, he was a human. The next day, I arrived early at the station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings. A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me. A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”. That day, at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In India , many people believe in reincarnation. I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”. One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on.
As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.” “Then what is your ability,” I asked eagerly. “The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said. I laughed because I realized he was right. He said “Bread”. The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless."

I looked at Stefan in horror, "But he said human for one guy! That's cannibalistic!" Stefan laughed, "Nope! Damon just walked in front of him!" And then I was laughing too.

Pretty soon I was getting tired, so I went home. At my house, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. I could hear footsteps coming from upstairs, and I live alone. I quickly went and got Stefan, who said he would help me. He went upstairs and I was following closely behind. He opened the door to my room and went inside, "Damon? Why are you in here?" I heard Damon laughing, "Pantie raid. Ooh, look at this purple one." I ran in my room and took my panties from Damon's hands, "Get out!" He laughed and ran out the window. I locked it as soon as he left. I waved my goodbye to Stefan and went to bed.

In my dream, I was walking around a forest, when I saw Elena in a car. The car swerved off a bridge and then Stefan appeared and took Elena out of the water. He went back under water but came up empty handed. Is that how Elena's parents died? Did Stefan save her?

(A/N: Hey guys! Poptart here! Who do you think should play Aimee? What did you think of the story Stefan had? Weird, right? My friend told me that one! What about Damon's pantie raid? And is Ella psychic or something?)