With the Lights Off...

(4): Somebody That I Used to Know

*Can anyone tell me what Nina's favorite color is? hahaha xD*

Nina's POV

I drove and drove, letting the twists and turns clear my head. If only I could tell Paul why I broke up with Ian, I'd feel way better.

Too bad Ian thought of talking to him too.

I just can't believe that I actually thought that Paul wouldn't be biased. He is my friend too, but it's pretty obvious that he's got Ian's back no matter what.

I held onto the steering wheel and made my way through the irritating LA traffic. I don't know how anyone will understand me, when I can't even muster up the courage to tell anyone the real reason why I broke up with Ian.

The roads were finally getting a little more loose, so I kept on driving until I reached my safe place. It was the backstage of the Walt Disney Concert Hall.

I don't know how I found out about this place, but all I knew was that no one else knew about this place but me.

And another person. But that wasn't counted, because I got here first.

I sat on one of the rickety, destroyed theatre chairs and looked around. This place was more worn out than I could remember. 

Maybe being in here with Ian made it seem better. I guess, he was the reason why everything was better. 

And now, he's just gone.

I look around again, trying to find any... wait, what's that?

I get up and walk towards the pile of old chairs. I moved them one by one, until I saw the post. The cheesy, cheesy post. I brushed off the dust and saw everything.

It was Ian's scratchy handwriting alongside mine. 

We actually filled up this post with anything we wanted to say to each other, but didn't want to tell each other personally.

He and I barely saw each other go here, but this is where we ended up coincidentally, after the first season of The Vampire Diaries. 

He was here watching a concert and I was here because I wanted to... be here. I just loved this backstage, like I couldn't even think of any other place I loved. 

He caught me sitting on one of the chairs and he sat with me. He told me his story, I told him mine. And we've been friends ever since. 

Well, since now, I guess.

I began to read the messages from bottom to top, because that's where Ian started. 

Do you ever imagine meeting the person you love in the most obvious way possible?

Like how obvious? Was what I wrote back.

Like being on the same set with them, working on the same show, playing the role you really want to play in real life?

Do you mean a bloodthirsty, inhumane vampire who lusts over his brother's girlfriend and also happens to look exactly like the girl they've both fought over?

He actually laughed at that one. He even wrote it down. Oh ha ha. Not that. I meant, the role of being in love with you.

And that's when I was so confused.

What? :o tell me the truth, I.

No question about it, N. I LOVE YOU.

I actually felt myself cry when I read that back then. 

And I was still crying while I was reading it now. I never actually wrote back to that, because we started over, drawing a line over those messages and starting a new conversation.