The doorbell rang. Sighing, I pushed myself up from the sofa and placed my diary on the table. On my way to the door, it rang again.
“Ok ok, I’m coming!” I alisema angrily, and wrenched open the oak door. It was Damon.
“Damon, what do wewe want,” I said, exasperated. I really didn’t want to deal with whatever crap he was intending to say right now.
“I was coming to see if wewe were ok,” he alisema calmly.
“Pfft. Like wewe really care,” I tried to shut the door in his face, but his strong hand stopped me easily. “I really don’t feel like talking to you.” I let go of the door and...

Interviewer: Are wewe looking mbele to tonight?
Ian: I’m just looking mbele to, wewe know, hanging out with Paul Wesley.
Paul: I have that effect on-
Ian: Who isn’t?


Julie: ”I just like the stories of when they all have to fly together and Nina’s like ‘Oh my bag’s lost!’ and the boys are like ‘Come on we gotta go.’”
Interviewer: “Couldn’t wewe just go and threaten the people at the airline counter on her behalf? Just to scare them a little bit, to find her luggage?”
Julie: “No they left her at the airport -“
Nina: “- on my birthday!”
Ian: “We told her take a taxi…”...