Last Shot

Last Shot- Chapter Four

AN: Now that you know Klent Cosgrove... I was thinking about casting Ansel Elgort or Jeremy Sumpter as Klent. What do you think? As for Megan, who do you think would fit for her? Hmmm...

Anyway, I'm updating simply because I finished reading Infernal Devices and I'm practically in a very good mood! I loved, love it! I love it better than Mortal Instruments! So far... Still waiting for Mortal Instruments conclusion to have a final say on that. :) Who among you read any of these?! Tell me, quick! And let's have a fangirling chat!

Okay, time to read! Enjoy!

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CHAPTER FOUR

"What are we doing here again?" I asked Nathan sarcastically, "You..." I begun sternly pointing at him with the spoon, "should grab me more ice cream for this."

Nathan rolled his eyes at me, "You already ate your share of pint and you're now pigging out mine!"

I ignored his remark and took another spoonful of my vanilla ice cream. Teasing as I lick the spoon clean, "Mmmmm... Heaven."

He chuckled at my silliness. "Be a bitch whatever you want but I love you... so here!" He took a big rectangular box from underneath the counter. When I say big, I meant collossal!

"What is this for?" I took it in my hands, it wasn't heavy like I expected it to be, and we went to the living room. I placed it on the coffee table as I sat Indian style on the floor, Nathan sitting on the couch behind me.

"Happy birthday dummy!" He hugged me from behind, wrapping his arms around my neck and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"You remembered?" I asked, shocked.

"Of course I remember! How can I ever forget?" He grinned, letting me go.

I got all giddy as I unwrap the wrapper, revealing a big box. Then all of a sudden, I was scared to open it. "There isn't a snake inside this, is there?"

He chuckled, "If I did that, I'll be dead after you cry the shit out and toasted the snake!"

"So is there an Ian inside this? Because it looks like he could fit in here!" I gulped; please don't let it be that perverted ex step brother of mine!

Nathan smirked, "That depends on which Ian we're speaking about."

Puzzled, I decided to be done with it already and opened the box.

And omg...

It is Ian!!!!

And not Ian Herondale, not the idiot and maniac one!

But my very own life-sized dummy of Ian fuckable Somerhalder!!!

Before I rape the dummy, I literally jumped on my brother, suffocating him with my hug! "Oh Nate! I love you!!!!!!!!"

He chuckled, wrestling with me on the couch. When finally the wrestling-but-actually-a-sweet-gesture is over, well, here's what I did.

I danced with my Ian Somerhalder.

I kissed my Ian Somerhalder.

I fed my Ian Somerhalder.

I cuddled with my Ian Somerhalder.

I took a bath with my Ian Somerhalder.

I sat beside my Ian Somerhalder.

I had lunch with my Ian Somerhalder.

I confessed my love to my Ian Somerhalder.

"I'm starting to think that vampire guy is a bad gift." Nathan mumbled.