Hello Hurricane.

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Wed, 05 Oct 2011 23:30:06 -0400

jasmine—v: thatdude-iansomerhalder replied to your post: ooc/ OOC; Good luck! :DD ooc/ Thank...

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 23:29:43 -0400

jasmine—v:

thatdude-iansomerhalder replied to your post: ooc/

OOC; Good luck! :DD

ooc/ Thank yoooou<3 :)

No problem, bbgirl! :D

Somebody...anybody.

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 23:29:19 -0400

xmr-justin-bieberx:

Please talk to me. I’m alone…scared…freaked out…scared….and alone.

What’s wrong, man?

le-nina-dobrev: Nina’s face was devoid of any emotion. “I’m pretty sure three...

Wed, 05 Oct 2011 15:47:16 -0400

le-nina-dobrev:

Nina’s face was devoid of any emotion. “I’m pretty sure three tests and a trip to an OB says that it’s true.” She ran a hand through her hair, finally opening her eyes and looking at Ian. “What are we going to do?” she asked in an almost childlike voice.

”Shit, I’m so sorry..” he said as he looked back up at her, making eye contact as she opened her eyes. Ian was trying to get over the intitial surprise as he blew out a puff of air. “It depends what you want to do about this.” It was her choice, her decision—either way he just knew he was going to be there the whole time.

le-nina-dobrev: Nina nodded, taking in a shaky breath. She chuckled humoressly a bit. “I...

Tue, 04 Oct 2011 13:31:59 -0400

le-nina-dobrev:

Nina nodded, taking in a shaky breath. She chuckled humoressly a bit. “I don’t regret it, per say,” she started in a wavery voice. “I don’t know about the results of it.” Gathering her last bit of courage, Nina closed her eyes and sucked in a big breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Ian heard her voice shake a bit as she spoke, what he wasn’t expecting is what she said after her answer. His jaw dropped and he snapped it shut again, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck absentmindedly. No, she couldn’t…”You’re pregnant?” Ian repeated, unsure as to what else he should say. “No, you can’t..” It was very possible and he knew that, but he didn’t want to believe it right now.

I've done something bad...: Heated-up Pasta || Nina&Ian

Sun, 02 Oct 2011 08:36:56 -0400

I've done something bad...: Heated-up Pasta || Nina&Ian:

le-nina-dobrev:

thatdude-iansomerhalder:

thatdude-iansomerhalder:

le-nina-dobrev:

are you sitting down? i need to tell you something.

“You can do this,” Nina whispered to herself. She was currently inside her car, parked outside Ian’s apartment building, with her hands frozen to the steering wheel. She was afraid, plain…

“No problem,” he said, half smiling as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch, leaning into the arm and stretching out his legs in front of him. Ian’s eyes were on the TV as they ate in silence for a couple of minutes. It was only about two, but he felt as though it stretched on forever…When it was on commercial once again—some Jean commercial. Pajama jeans? He wasn’t sure—he muted it and turned to face her.
“So, what’d you need to meet up with me about?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. Ian brought the fork up to his mouth, taking another bite of the pasta, sauce catching on his chin. He let out an almost inaudible chuckle as he wiped it off before putting his attention back on the petite brunette in front of him. She looked a bit nervous; or that might just be his mind running away.
Nina dug into her pasta, famished. Truthfully, she was using it to stall; the more food she had in her mouth, the less she had to talk. It seemed like a good plan. She fixed her eyes on the TV and ate until Ian muted it. Awaken from her television coma, Nina looked down at her plate. “Do you regret… that night?” she asked nervously, moving a few pieces of spaghetti around with her fork.

Ian was a bit surprised by her question. He leaned over and set the half-finished plate down on the coffee table before answering. “Do I regret it?” he repeated, sighing. “Honestly, no. It may not have been the smartest thing either of us had ever done, but, no, I don’t regret it.” Ian raised one shoulder in a shrug, running a hand through his dark hair. “Do you?” he then asked, looking up at her.

Come on. Someone get on. I'm boooooooooooored.

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 21:21:13 -0400

jasmine—v:

thatdude-iansomerhalder:

jasmine—v:

Hey, there! [OOC; The main page for the Glee group is finished! Just thought I’d tell you.(: ]

Hey, Hey, Hey! What’s cracking, Ian? [ooc/ yaaaaaaaaaay! i’ll make the account this weekend.! :)]

Eh, not too much, just talking to Paul, working on ISF stuff. How’s it going with you? [OOC; Alrighty!(: We have about seven accounts made already.]

Come on. Someone get on. I'm boooooooooooored.

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 21:10:02 -0400

jasmine—v:

Hey, there! [OOC; The main page for the Glee group is finished! Just thought I’d tell you.(: ]

OOC; I'm falling asleep already...

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 22:58:30 -0400

This is what I get for offering to teach a class of kindergarteners outside today and then going to track practice…G’night. Replies tomorrow. ~~Or one more if I can make it…~~

Going mobile.

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 22:09:49 -0400

le-nina-dobrev:

Which means no more tagging for me.

So, me gusta what? ME GUSTA EVERYTHING.

I hate mobile. Anfdhggkfkf. EVERYTHING? Whoa.

I've done something bad...: Heated-up Pasta || Nina&Ian

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 22:05:54 -0400

I've done something bad...: Heated-up Pasta || Nina&Ian:

thatdude-iansomerhalder:

le-nina-dobrev:

are you sitting down? i need to tell you something.

“You can do this,” Nina whispered to herself. She was currently inside her car, parked outside Ian’s apartment building, with her hands frozen to the steering wheel. She was afraid, plain…

“No problem,” he said, half smiling as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch, leaning into the arm and stretching out his legs in front of him. Ian’s eyes were on the TV as they ate in silence for a couple of minutes. It was only about two, but he felt as though it stretched on forever…When it was on commercial once again—some Jean commercial. Pajama jeans? He wasn’t sure—he muted it and turned to face her.

“So, what’d you need to meet up with me about?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. Ian brought the fork up to his mouth, taking another bite of the pasta, sauce catching on his chin. He let out an almost inaudible chuckle as he wiped it off before putting his attention back on the petite brunette in front of him. She looked a bit nervous; or that might just be his mind running away.

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 21:54:24 -0400

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 21:48:13 -0400

text: I don't know, somewhere private?

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 21:17:39 -0400

[text] How about you stop by my apartment? I just finished microwaving some pasta if you’re hungry.

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 20:44:27 -0400

ooc;

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 18:50:07 -0400

lilmisslucy:

not feeling well. :/

Feel better, doll! <3

Photo

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 18:37:38 -0400

Heated-up Pasta || Nina&Ian

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 18:34:41 -0400

le-nina-dobrev:

are you sitting down? i need to tell you something.

“You can do this,” Nina whispered to herself. She was currently inside her car, parked outside Ian’s apartment building, with her hands frozen to the steering wheel. She was afraid, plain and simple. She knew she had to tell him, but that didn’t mean Nina wanted to.

Taking a deep breath in, she accumulated the courage to pry her fingers from the wheel and take off her seatbelt. Nina gathered what she needed (which wasn’t much), got out of the car, and locked it behind her. She swiftly walked into the building, her head down.

She got onto the elevator and waited while it reached Ian’s floor. Walking to his door, she anxiously knocked on it.

Ian was standing in the kitchen, somewhat paying attention to the sauce he was pouring over the pasta as he watched what was going on in the TV screen. He was watching World’s Dumbest… a show on TruTV. It was as the show switched to commercial her felt something land on his hand, which was gripping the edge of the counter. “Shit!” he swore a bit too loudly when he saw the sauce splattered haphazardly around the medium-sized tupperware container the noodles were in. Ian quickly straightened the glass can and set it down, hurrying to grab some paper towels to clean it up before Nina got there. She had texted him not too long ago asking if they could meet somewhere, and he agreed, offering his apartment.

His hands had about five dirty paper towels in them when he heard a knock at the door, he grimaced, putting them all in one hand before walking over to the door. Ian pulled it open, seeing her on the other side of the threshold. “Hey, there. I was just cleaning up, I’ll be in in a minute,” he told the brunette, stepping out of the way to let her through. When she was inside, he shut the door behind her and walked back into the small modern kitchen, long strides taking him there easily.

After throwing the red paper towels away, he pulled out two plates and two forks. Ian forked out the spaghetti, putting them on the plates. Once that was done, he brought them into the living room where the show was back on, handing her one.

text: Alright, I'll be over in a few.

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 18:03:47 -0400

[text] Okay, see you soon.

OOC; Mind starting? :D

I'm Not Finn: OOC

Wed, 28 Sep 2011 18:02:57 -0400

I'm Not Finn: OOC:

c—rex:

hey guys um, probably gonna ignore this but..

I just need a break for a few days. My dads aunt is gonna die and my brother has these friends who were together, until today when he left her. So my brother and I are kinda upset about that. On top of that, my neighbors put the dog I grew up with…

I’m sorry to hear about this, love! I hope things get better. <333