With the Lights Off...

(12): Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

* And yes, here I am again. Just so you guys know, I still love all of you. To Pluto and back, okay? xx haha. I hope you guys still read this, despite the fact that most of you were excited for the whole 'getting back together thing'. There's going to be a whole lot more of this, but I promise I'd make it better and better everytime. There are also going to be more new characters, okay? Thanks for all the people who kept on reading. Please continue to vote, fan, comment and share! <33

Love, Camille :DD *

Nina's POV

Nicky Hilton?

The gorgeous hotel heiress he dated, way back in 2004. They saw each other? They were together, just three days ago?

What was going on three days ago?

Wasn't that...

I can't even think straight right now. One minute, we're at each other's throats. The next, we're back together.

Now we're back on that old road.

It's as if we were a lost cause, no matter what we did.

I had no idea TVD would actually cross over this far in my life. I knew I was Elena on that show, he was Damon.

Damon said THEY were a lost cause.

I was just wishing we weren't the same. I just wish we weren't that couple who everyone thinks is so perfect for each other, but as to go through all this crap just to stay together.

I was walking away from him again, not even asking him if any of this was true.

I sat down on one of the waiting couches, stretching my legs out in front of me. Why was loving someone so stressful?

I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling it into a wild, messy tangle. I was probably going to go insane sometime soon.

You already are insane, Nina. You're insanely in love with Ian Joseph Somerhalder. Even when he gives you reasons to doubt him, you still love him.

"Nina?" a voice asked next to me.

I looked up in frustration and saw Julianne Hough, my best friend. She raced towards me and I shot up to hug her tight.

"Julianne!" I yelled loudly, hugging her tightly. She squirmed and squealed like a little girl, just like she always did.

"Hey you," she said, holding me out at arms' length. "I heard. I'm so sorry about Paul and Torrey. I hope they're doing better."

"Paul is," I whispered, clutching her hands tightly. "Torrey's still not well. They still have her under a coma and as of right now, it's like she's not getting any better any time soon."

She frowned and ran her hands up and down my shoulders reassuringly. "I'm sure she'll be fine, Nina," she said. "I know she will."

I smiled and said, "I'm keeping my head up."

"Really?" she sighed. "Because when I saw you, your head was bowed so low, I assumed it was stuck to the floor."

I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed. She hugged me tightly and finally, I realized I should have asked. "Why are you here?"

"They rushed Derek here," she said. "He was doing this fancy stunt for his Jive in DWTS, then he fell off the stage and broke his ankle."

"Oh my God," I sighed. "How is Derek doing?"

"Nina," she groaned, narrowing her eyes at me. "This is Derek we're talking about. He was over it as soon as it happened. The only reason why he agreed to go here was because Cheryl and Kim wouldn't let him set foot in the studio without having it treated."