Parents: Divorced - Dad-Roger; Mom- Alana - lives with

Appearance: Light blonde hair, green eyes, fair-skinned

My bedroom is pretty typical for most teens, I suppose. Red and white bed, crème colored walls, mahogany colored door and windows, posters of bands I liked: Seether, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Avril Lavigne. A bookcase full of CDs and movies, laptop on the desk I never use and small screen TV.

Right now I was lying across my bed in an uncomfortable position watching the 2nd episode of my Vampire Diaries DVD. I was watching Twilight, but come on, SPARKLING? I don't mind the story, but some books should stay books! I'd rather keep the sparkling thing in my mind, because honestly, looking at the actual image of it, it looks pretty gay.

I got to the part when Caroline (slut) and Damon were having sex. Ew.

To be honest, I don't blame her for sleeping with him, but seriously? Does she have no self-control? Gosh!

You're just saying that because you are sexually anorexic.My mind countered.

"Jessica! Come down we have a guest!"

Ugh. My mother has went from "Grouchy Housewife" to "Mega Bitchy Divorcee"

I paused it, and laughed. I paused it at the exact moment Damon's face went all "Psycho-Vampire". You know red around the eyes, pupils dilated, fangs out, yadda, yadda, yadda.

I walked to the door of my room, but when I opened it, I smashed into something hard. A person.

"Hey-" I looked up and oh. My. Gosh.

Ian freaking hottie McDrool Somerhalder was I front of me, eyebrows raised, smiling at me.

My mouth dropped open.

"Hello." he said.

I tried to say hi, but all that came out was a squeak.

His expression went from polite to amused. "Your mom wanted you to come downstairs, but I thought I might as well surprise you."

I realized my mouth was still hanging open and closed it.

Ian looked me over once and looked at my face again.

I stepped out of the doorway and motioned for him to come in. He stepped in and shut the door behind him.

Heehee… GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!

Why was he here? Did I win some contest or something?

Ian looked around my room and his eyes went back to me. I blushed.

He smiled.

For a second I got an image of all the things I'd seen him in. Lost…The Tournament (With my friend Bristol and her boyfriend)…Marco Polo (In 7th grade) and Tell Me You Love Me (Bristol convinced me to watch it)…I blushed furiously as I thought of the last one. Ugh. NEVER watching that again….

"You blush a lot." His voice snapped me back to reality and I realized I was staring.

"Huh?" smooth…

"Why are you blushing?" he asked, as if he was talking to a five year old.

"Oh…um…I don't know."

"You don't know why you're blushing?" He asked, amused again.

"I was…thinking of the things I'd seen…um…you in."

He seemed to ponder that, trying to figure out if I'd seen anything that would embarrass him.

At last, his face lit up with understanding. "Rules of Attraction? Or Tell Me You Love Me?"

Me: Blush some more. "Second one." I managed to choke out.

He stared at me in a mix of disbelief and amusement. "How old are you again?"

I bit my lower lip. "16."

To my surprise, he laughed. "You know, you're not really old enough, but to each his own I guess…"

Eeewww…

"Okay, NOT why I watched Tell Me You Love Me!" I said.

He laughed again. "Then why did you?" he said, taking a step towards me.

"I don't know…My friend Bristol showed it to me." I bit my lip again, leaning away from him.

He did that smirk thing that made my heart go all hyper.

He looked at the TV screen and grinned. I slowly backed up and reached down for the remote on my bed, not taking my eyes off of him.

Fumbling with the buttons, I meant to press off, but I pressed play.

"Dammit." I mumbled.

Damon bit Caroline, Caroline screamed, TV goes off.

Ian looked at me and laughed.

"You know," I said. "I'm glad that happened to her."

"Why is that?" He asked curiously.

"She's a bitch."

"Ah." He grinned. "Would you like to go somewhere with me?"

"Huh?" I said intelligently again.

He raised his eyebrows. "Would…you…like…"

"Um…sure?" I said.

He smiled and took my hand.

I blushed again.

"Mom?" I said, letting go of Ian's hand reluctantly.

"Yes, sweetie?" She asked cheerfully. What's this 'sweetie' crap?

My mom's tan face was flushed with excitement and her blue eyes were sparkling under her brunette hair.

"Um…he…" I couldn't say his name for some reason; nerves I guess. And shock. HE'S IN MY HOUSE!

"Oh, yes, that's fine, fine."

Okay… I shrugged. Who cares? Ian Somerhalder WOO!

I grabbed my denim jacket from the coat rack in the dining room. In my peripheral vision, I saw my mom cock her head to the side slightly and Ian shake his head.

What the hell?

"What-" I began, but Ian cut me off.

"Let's go." He said cheerfully as he took my hand and led me out the door.

As much as I liked his hand in mine, I tugged my hand free. "What-whoa." In my driveway was a dark red Audi. "Daaaang."

Ian smiled and grabbed my hand again.

I was so mesmerized by his freaking car I didn't realize he had the passenger door opened for me. I stepped in.

"Thank you." I said quietly.

He walked over to the driver's side, opened the door and stepped in. I gawked like an idiot.

He put his seatbelt on and looked at me, eyebrows raised. I blushed again and put mine on, but it was too loose. I turned to adjust it, but as I fumbled with the stupid plastic thing, an arm stretched across me and held that strap, while the other arm went behind me and held the plastic thingy down, and the seatbelt tightened.

"Better?" He asked pulling away.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Yeah. Thanks." I said. If he gets any closer, forgive me for quoting that slutty Caroline, I was going to "Jump his bones". Ha.

"So," Ian asked starting his car. "Where to?"

"Uh, I don't know. I live under a rock."

"Don't go out much, huh?"

"Nope."

"Eh, that's alright. I'll make sure you'll go to more places."

"What?" This isn't just a onetime thing?

"Do you have any friends?" He asked pulling out.

"Um…a couple."

He nodded his head.

While he was driving, despite what my mind said, I studied him. His dark hair, blue eyes. Then my eyes went to his chest. He wore a gray v-neck shirt and a light brown jacket. He had on dark wash jeans and black belt. My mind went to some of the scenes in Vampire Diaries and a few other movies he was shirtless in. I moved my eyes back up to his face and he was looking at me, eyebrows raised, smile tugging at his lips.

I looked away quickly and felt my pale face blush.

He chuckled softly and turned his eyes to the road.

"Why are you- here? With me? Did I win a contest or something?"

He looked at me and I thought I saw some dark humor on his face. "Not quite." He smiled.

I narrowed my eyes. He was jacking with me and I knew it.

"Then what?" I asked.

"Do you know what an…arranged marriage is, Jessica?"

"Yes, it's where before two people are born, their idiotic parents tell them who they're going to marry. What does-" oh hell no!

"We're getting married." He said cheerfully.

"What?" I screeched.

Ian jumped and looked at me, shocked at my sudden outburst.

"No! NO FREAKING WAY!"

Ian just looked at the road.

"Dude, no offense, but aren't you a little old for me?"

He smiled. "Well, yes, but in this situation I could be sixty and it wouldn't matter. We'd still get married."

"I'm NOT marrying you!"

"Well, my darling, you don't have a choice."

"Like hell I don't!" I yelled. "Let me out!"

"What?" Ian looked at me like I was crazy.

"Let me out of the freaking car!"

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"NOW!"

I heard the door unlock. "Go for it." He said sarcastically.

"UGH!" I groaned. I grabbed the door handle, ready to jump to get away from him.

"Okay, okay." He puled over when he realized I was crazy enough to actually do it.

"Before the car completely stopped, I was out of the car. I slammed the door hard, and Ian got out and walked over to me.

"Look," He said. "I understand that you may not want to marry me right now, and-"

"Right now? NOT EVER! I had NEVER wanted to marry you!"

Ian waited for me to calm down.

Like an idiot, I felt tears go down my cheeks. How could my parents do this to me? This was not right!

Ian looked at me with sympathy, sighed and took my face in his hands.

"Hey," he said. "It's not as bad as you think. Some of our relatives have even done it and it turned out great." He said enthusiastically.

He used his thumb to wipe the tears off my face.

Then leaned down…and kissed me.

I struggled at first, but his hands were stronger. I held still as his lips were pressed onto mine, but when his tongue tried to go into my mouth, I quickly pulled away unexpectedly, and slid my face out to of Ian's grasp. "Don't!" I stumbled backwards and he caught me.

"I was trying to calm you down, Jess."

"You've been spending too much time in movies then!" I hissed.

I saw hurt, and anger and shock on his face. Who cares?

"I'm NOT Marrying you!" I tried pathetically.

"I'm afraid you are."

He let go of me and I crossed my arms.

Ian sighed. "There's a specific…I don't know…law or something and we have to be married sometime in the next few years, so there's no rush."

"Law? Isn't there a law against pedophilia?"

"That would mean me sleeping with you, not marrying you."

"Oh, shut up!" I exclaimed. "We are not getting married and I'm sure as hell not sleeping with you!" Insulting him seemed to be my pathetic attempt to get him to change his mind.

"I'm afraid you are." I wasn't sure if he was talking about the marriage or the sex.

I looked at him defiantly. "You can't make me."

"Actually, according to law, I can." He retorted bitterly.

My mouth dropped open when I realized he was talking about sex. He looked at me apologetically but I didn't care. "Go fuck yourself."

I half-ran back into the car and hugged my knees in the passenger seat.

Ian climbed back into the car and shifted it into drive.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I apologize." I said nothing. "Are you going to put your seatbelt on?" He asked me.

I shook my head.

He sighed again and drove off.

After a few moments of silence, Ian finally spoke to me.

"Where would you like to go?"

I shrugged.

A pause.

"Do you want me to decide?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know where you 30 year old people go."

"…Did you just imply I am old?"

I said nothing.

A few seconds later Ian spoke again.

"Look," Ian said. "I know this probably isn't your cup of tea, but I would like to take you to my apartment."

I looked at him. "How would you know what I like?" I mumbled quietly.

He smiled. "That's sort of the point, isn't it? Get to know each other as we go along?"

"Pfft. You would know, I guess."

"Wait a minute! Did you just imply I am a man-whore?"

"Yup." I said simply.

He laughed his taunting little laugh. He laughs too much. It pisses me off. "I resent that!"

"Suuurrre you do. Well," I said matter-of-factly. "Have you seen some of the acting you do? You made out with, like, two guys, was naked on camera," Insert my blush here. "You had your first kiss when you were freaking' 10, and you're too-" I stopped myself.

Don't say it, Ian. Donotsayit!

"Too what?" He asked me seriously.

He said it.

"Well…" I groped for another way to put it. "You were a model…you…uh…"

"Just because I was a model doesn't mean I'm just a pretty face, Jess."

"I know but-"

"That's not what you were going to say, Jess." He sounded amused and cautious at the same time.

"Uh…"

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What were you going to say?"

"I don't remember." I lied pathetically.

"Yeah, sure. That's why your face is beat red. What were you-?"

"Sexy! GOSH!" I said. "I didn't know you needed that much of a freaking ego boost!"

He was quiet. I turned to look at him and noticed his tan face was turning red, too.

I tried not to laugh. "Now why are you blushing?" It was amazing how this dude could make me have major mood swings. Maybe it's his cologne. It's jacking my brain up.

Ian smiled and turned to me. "How did you know about all of that?"

"What?"

"All the stuff you just told me about myself."

"Oh…um…" Would he laugh at me if I told him Bristol and I went on websites to watch interviews of him and his cast mates? "My friend Bristol and I watch a lot of interviews on YouTube."

After a few seconds of silence, I looked at him.

"Um," I began. "I'm sorry…I…blew up on you. It was kind of…shocking…I-"

"Jess, don't beat yourself up about it. You should have heard the things I said when I learned that I was supposed to get married to someone that I didn't know…"

I turned back to the window and watched the trees fly by in a blur of green fog. "You're hiding something again." I saw him look at me briefly out of the corner of my eye, but didn't see his expression. "What are you hiding?"

Ian sighed. "I wasn't supposed to marry you."

I turned to look at him. What? Did I have a choice in this? Did he?

"I was supposed to marry you're sister."

"Sister?" I echoed. I don't have a sister. What?

He looked at me and shock crossed his face. "Your mom never told you she had a miscarriage?"

My mouth dropped open. "What?" I choked.

Ian took one hand off of the steering wheel and ran it through his hair. If I wasn't in shock right now, that would have been really hot.

"Alright," He said. "Just don't…freak out. Your mom and my mom were best friends or something and I guess that their ancestors or whatever was going to marry them-"

"Ew."

He chuckled again. "Yeah, but your mom turned out to be a girl, so she said that her daughter would marry my mom's son-me. But the first child she was pregnant with when I was about…mm…17….maybe…. anyway, your mom lost the baby, and so I thought I was off the hook…until your mom got pregnant again." He looked at me and grinned. "You."

I was barely listening then. I had a sister? Why didn't mom tell me?

"So why am I just finding out now?" I asked. "That I'm…engaged…or whatever? Why not when I was, like, 10? I mean, come on. It's like not telling your adopted child they're adopted until they are 16; it's the same thing."

When he didn't say anything, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. This was all too much.

"Jess? Jess? Wake up!" Someone was shaking my shoulder gently and whispering in my ear.

"Hello? Jeeeessssss….." The voice sing-songed.

I sighed and opened my eyes. I immediately gasped when I turned and saw blue eyes right in front of my face.

"Hello sleepy-head." Ian said.

"I fell asleep?"

"For about 10 minutes. I thought you were dead." He smiled.

I gave him a look.

"We were talking and you just got really still. I thought you…died of shock or something."

"Yeah…that's funny." I tried to lean back farther, but the seat was in my way.
Ian reached his hand up and moved my blonde hair from my eyes. He smiled at me. My heart started pounding.

He smirked and put his hand in my chest. At first I thought he was trying to feel me up or something, but I realized he was just feeling my heartbeat.

He chuckled.

"What?" I said aggravated.

"Does your heart always do that?" His face was so close I felt his breath on my lips.

I said nothing.

He grinned and kissed me again.

I sat very still again reflexively. I didn't resist quite as much, but it was still uncomfortable.

I felt him move slightly and looked down. He had moved the armrest so he could be closer to me, because all that was there was a small seat between the driver and passenger, which he was leaned on. I closed my eyes waiting for it to be over.

He leaned away, pressing his forehead onto mine, forcing me to open my eyes and look into his.

"Why aren't you kissing back?" He asked a little confused and hurt. "Don't be afraid." He whispered. "I won't reject you."

I didn't have time to ponder it because his lips pressed against mine again.

I sighed through my nose and shakily put my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

My heart was going to explode if it didn't stop pounding like this.

Ian gently ran the tip of his tongue over my bottom lip and I parted my mouth slightly.

I wonder if he knew it was my first kiss.

Of course he knows, you tard! You're shaking like crazy and your heart is going nuts!

I started to feel a little light-headed, but Ian didn't seem bothered by it at all.

Dammit.

My lungs were going to explode, so I reluctantly pulled away from his lips, gasping for air.

I heard Ian chuckle. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He smiled at me. I bit my bottom lip.

He leaned in again, but I found the will power to lean back. "We should go now." I stated.

He kept leaning, but instead of touching my lips he whispered, "We're already here."

Chills went down my spine. I was going to slap him in a minute.

He took off my seatbelt and leaned away, finally, from me.

He opened the driver side door, and I tore my eyes away from him long enough to open my own side. I looked up at a big house, not ridiculously huge, but bigger than I thought was appropriate.

Ian grabbed my hand and I pulled back.

He looked at me, but sighed and started towards the house, obviously wanting me to follow.

I waited.

Maybe if I was lucky, his fancy house would up and swallow him and his perfection whole.

Of course, I wasn't that lucky.

He unlocked the door and looked at me, standing like an idiot in the driveway. He raised his eyebrows.

"Coming?"

I nodded and walked up towards the house, now hoping it would eat us both.

When we walk in the front door (unfortunately, the house didn't eat us), I felt Ian's hands on my shoulders and I gasp. I look behind me and he grins.

"I won't bite." He laughed.

"Ha-Ha." I replied dryly.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Unless you want me to."

"Ugh!" I said, pulling away. "You are such a-Gah!" I turned to look at him.

He frowned. "Well, that wasn't very nice." Then laughed.

I glared. "You're an ass, you know that?"

He pretended to think for a moment. "So let me get this straight." He said to me. "I am an old man-whore ass?"

"What are y-?"

Then I remembered the things I called him and couldn't help but laugh. "Yep."

Ian laughed too. He leaned toward my face again. I swear this dude has never heard of personal space.

"Let me show you the rest of our house."

I nodded, and then stopped. "What?"

"What's mine is yours." He sing-songed.

I glare at him but he didn't notice and put his arm around me. He was a little too touchy-feely for my taste. He walked down the hallway, showing me the bathrooms, two spare bedrooms, entertainment center and finally his bedroom.

He had white sheets, a white comforter and white pillows. The walls were beige.

"Ever heard of color?" I commented sarcastically.

He laughed again. "Well, when you move in, you can do with the bedroom whateevvveerrrr you like…"

I pushed him away. "Screw you!"

Ian raised his eyebrows and I blushed when I realized what I said. He playfully shrugged and I was suddenly pushed onto the bed, being tickiled and kissed.

I let out a pathetic squeal. "Stop!" I instinctively fought against him and suddenly the doorbell rang.

He pulled away and grinned at me. "Stay." He got off the bed and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I lay there feeling like a child.

After a few seconds, Ian called my name from the hallway. I opened the door. He held out his hand and when I didn't take it he laughed.

He started walking down the hallway and I followed. When we got to the living room or "Parlor" as he called it, Paul Wesley and Nina Dobrev were sitting on the couch.

I was close to hyperventilating.

Paul stood and shook my hand, as did Nina.

"Nice to meet you." Paul said.

I smiled. "You, too."

"So," Nina said. "How are you liking the house? Is Ian being nice to you?" She grinned playfully at him.

"Oh I've been very good to her." Ian said.

Me: Blush

"Has he played any pranks on you yet?" Paul asked me.

"Um…not really. Well, he attacked me." I frowned jokingly at Ian.

"Huh?" Nina asked. "Attacked you?" She looked at Ian curiously.

He just grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

To my surprise, Paul and Nina laughed.

"Well," Nina said. "I came over here because Kevin wanted you to look over the script."

"Who's Kevin?" I asked.

"Writer." Ian stated.

Paul handed him a script.

Ian looked though the first couple of pages then sat it down on the coffee table beside the couch.

"Okay." He said. "Thanks."

Insert awkward silence.

"Do you guys want to go to dinner sometime?" Nina tries.

Ian looked at me and said, "It's up to you."

I shrugged. "Okay."

"Paul? You in?" Nina asked.

"You know it." He replied.

"Cool." Ian said sarcastically, "Double date." Then grinned.

Paul, Nina and I rolled are eyes and laughed at the same time.

After a few minutes of small talk, and Ian oh-so-subtly mentioning that I'd seen Tell Me You Love Me and Rules of Attraction, Paul had to go.

"Hey," Nina said to me while Ian was in the bathroom. "How are you handling the arranged marriage thing?"

I grimaced at the word 'arranged'.

"That bad, huh?" She asked me.

"Mm…Not something I want to go along with…I'm still trying to find a way out of it."

Nina nodded.

Ian walked in. "What are you ladies talking about?" He grinned.

"Girly stuff." Nina said matter-of-factly.

Ian snorted. "Yeah, right." He sat beside Nina with his arm resting on the top of the couch behind Nina.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Listen," she said getting up. "I have to go, but I will see you tomorrow at 7." She smiled and walked out the door.

…holy crap.