Love, Ian Somerhalder

Chapter 4

I sit down on my bed and read the letter. It was written by a typewriter or computer.

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September 20, 2013

I know this must be strange for you and so old school. I decided to write you a a letter instead of texting,emailing, or calling you because I want it to be private.

What Nina said at the vet today was true and I'm sorry for leaving like that. I was worried what can I say? See you later,Sage.

Love, Ian.

***

I sat in silence, I was naturally suspicious since my parents were killed and I questioned everything.

The mailman came in the mornings and Ian came to the vet at noon so he must've brought it here.

"Only one way to find out..." I sigh as I walked down the stairs.

I walk into the dining room to Riley's mouth stuffed with lasagna.

"Slow down, Garfield." I say and she swallows a mouthful.

"What?" Riley asks shyly already recognizing my suspiciousness.

"Did anyone come by the apartment in the hour you and Lexi were here?" I ask and Riley shakes her head.

"No, it was actually half an hour. The bus got caught in Atlanta traffic." Lexi pipes in and I nod.

I walk into the hallway and open the hallway's closet door that was under the stairs. I grabbed an empty shoe box and put the letter inside.

I'll have to ask him about it... If I ever see him again.

***

It was Friday and I was jogging in town like I do every morning before going to work.

It felt nice because my whole body was stiff from not exercising for two weeks for cracking my head.

I sigh in relief when I finish the two miles in front of the Starbucks I always went to.

I entered and groaned when I saw the line. I took my earphones off and tapped the man's shoulder in front of me. I pulled my fingers back when I felt a shock of electricity go through them.

The man turned around and I felt my jaw drop to the floor.

"Are you stalking me?" the midnight hair guy with the unique shade of blue in his eyes, smirked at me.

"I could ask you the same thing." I say repeating his words from last week.

"How about a 'Hi, how are you?'" Ian says and extends his hand while I stared at him with a raised brow.

"You're next," I point at the waiting cashier in front of him.

He turns around and orders, as he was about to pay I pushed his arm away which made him look at me in confusion.

"This one's on me," I say with a smile. I order my coffee and gave the cashier my owner's ID. Ian looked at me with wide eyes.

We sat down at one of the tables with Ian and I didn't even get a sip of my coffee before Ian started throwing questions at me.

"You own Starbucks?" Ian asked increduosly.

"No, I only own this Starbucks... And a couple of KFC's, McD's, Baskin Robins, and some other fast food chains." I say without looking up from my coffee.

"That's a lot of franchises... How'd you got them?" Ian asks like he knew the answer so I look up at him.

"My parents passed away last summer... They left me everything." I reply sadly and I almost jumped out of my seat when I felt electricity in my hand.

"I'm sorry..." Ian's hand was on top of mine on the table and I pulled it back slowly.

"It's fine... I'm closer to Riley now so..." I trailed off and Ian changed the subject.

"Well, I begin shooting the show next week and season five will begin,too." Ian says looking pretty excited and waited for me to reply when I looked confused.

"Oh, right, you're an actor. I forgot the show you're on?" I say looking embarrased.

"The Vampire Diaries... Don't you watch tv?" Ian says and I shake my head.

"I've gotta get to work... See you tomorrow!" I say as we both got up to leave.

"Same time and place?" Ian asks and I nod.

And we did meet each and every single day at that Starbucks and sometimes at his or my place or at other places. I sometimes brought Riley and he sometimes brought his best friend, Colton Haynes, the guy in the werewolf show called Teen Wolf. Arielle doesn't believe Ian's my friend so I just dropped it. Heck, Ian probably knows more about me than Arielle just as I know about Ian more than Colton.

I can't seem to look at Ian for more than five seconds without getting knots in my stomach or touching him without getting an electric shock he didn't seem to notice though.

He took me to where he worked and I instantly made friends with his working buddies and staff.

I kept receiving letters every week from Ian, all of them stating something we did in that week. I never mentioned it to anyone. I just kept putting them away in the shoebox in the closet under the stairs...