Little Somerhalder

Lovestruck

I run into the house and to my room. "Hey, hey, hey! No running in the house!" Ian says and I giggle. "M-my apologies s-Sir!" I yell and I can pretty much hear him roll his eyes. I grab my phone and jump on the bed in a laying position.

Oh my gosh! Nina Beana! I think I'm in Love!
Your so rediculous sometimes!
You love me though!
Unfortunately yes!
He's so hot and his accent! Oh my gosh!
Are you Okay?
No! My heart is going to beat out of my chest!
I should screen shot this and send it to Joseph
Not sure if that'd be bad or good?!
Can I do it?
No! I will hate you forever!
He's singleeeeeeee
*falls over dead*
*catches you*
I love you!!!
Yayyyyy
You knowwwwww
What?
My birthdays in two weeks
And?
I'll be eighteen!
Wow!
Thennnnnnn
Yes?
We can date!!!!
He's still seven years older then you!
And?
Wow!
He's my soulmate, Nina!
Wow!
Have to go! Ian's calling for me!
Love you!
Love you 2

I put my phone down and run down to see my brother on the couch. "W-what's up, E?" I ask sitting next to him. "Why are you smiling like that?" He asks eyeing me. I giggle and blush. "I-i was t-talking to N-Nina Beana." I say and his eyes widen. "About what?!" He asks alarmed. "M-my Husband." I say and he rolls his eyes then falls back on the couch.

"If you want his number, just ask!" He says and I shake my head. "H-he needs to t-text me first. I-I don't want t-to be n-needy." I say smiling and he rolls his eyes. "A-anyways, w-what did you n-need me for?" I ask. "I'm supposed to have the cast over for a party Friday. Every season premier and the season finale, one person will hold a party for it. We eat, party, and watch the episode. I'm supposed to host it, but I can switch with someone if you want." He says and I nod. "I-is everyone c-coming?" I ask. He nods hesitantly, and I smile. "Th-that's cool. As l-long as I-I can c-come." I say and he looks at me shocked. "Of course you can come!" He says and I giggle.

"Okay. I'll go tell Julie. Nina said that if you said yes, you have to go dress shopping with her." He says and I roll my eyes. "Okay." I say then get up and walk to the kitchen. "C-can I h-have something t-to drink?" I ask. "Yeah!" He says and I smile.

I open the fridge, and frown. "Y-you have n-nothing!" I say and he runs up to me. "Yes I do! I have orange juice, milk, bourbon!" He says and I turn to him with a are you stupid look. "What?!" He asks raising his hands. "I-I'm a s-seventeen year old g-girl! I-I can't drink b-bourbon, I h-hate milk, and o-orange juice is f-for mornings." I say and he groans. "I forget how needy teenage girls are!" He says and I lightly slap his chest.