I do not own the chicken soup, the 39 Clues and the chicken soup. Did I mention that I do not own the chicken soup? Oh wait, I did. YAY ME!
Amy is on my front door, I told her to leave plenty of times already but she still insists on talking to me. I don't know why she chose to forgive me because all I have brought to her was pain and trouble. If I were her, I must have left myself many times. She belongs to a life like heaven and not to a life with me- a life in hell. She has fallen the worst way a girl can fell- into a LUCIAN. A cold, bloodless killer but somehow, I don't how she looked at me, she sees that I'm not like those…things. . She's smart, too smart, and that's the reason why I can't understand; I can't understand how she can see kindness over my darkness. I told her to walk away because I don't want to hurt her any longer. It hurts me much more when I see her crying
Rain suddenly fell. She'll get wet, I thought to myself. I was about to open the door when something stopped me, I shouldn't be doing this. Just ignore her and she might ignore you. I sat on the couch and turned the TV on but this thing that they call conscience made me feel so uncomfortable and guilty. You, know conscience, the sense of right and wrong. Then, it hit me. How can I leave poor, sweet, nice Amy alone? How? I quickly opened the door and saw Amy drenching wet and freezing.
I carried her to my bed and cooked chicken soup. Well, I'm not much of a cook but it looks and tastes edible. When I entered my room, she was awaked.
"Amy, are you fine?" I asked.
"I'm okay *cough* *cough*" she said weakly.
"No, you aren't. I told you to go home, why are you so stubborn?"
"I'm not stubborn; I just like not following orders."
I sighed. "Just eat the soup."
"You cooked?"
"Yes, be careful it's hot."
She held the spoon and she accidentally touched the bowl.
"Ouch!" she shouted.
"I told you be careful."
I took an ointment and gently rubbed it on her burnt finger.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Let me have the spoon, I'll feed you."
I blew the soup on the spoon and gently empty it on to her mouth. When I'm done feeding her, she asked me to turn the TV on. I didn't do what she said.
"Why didn't you left when I told you to walk away?" I asked.
"It's simple, because I love you."
"You do know that you'll get hurt if you stayed with me?"
"Yeah. But what can I do? And how can I leave poor, sweet, nice Ian alone?"
"Try forgetting me."
"I can't. Do you love me?"
"Of course, that's the main reason I told you to go away. Why can't you leave me alone?"
"Like I said, I can't. Although I tried, it didn't work. I'll always think of you no matter what I do. Why didn't you just ignore me outside your door?"
"It's simple, because I love you…"
I do and always will, I thought to myself. And I know at the back of my mind that I'm glad that she didn't walk away…
Yup...I do not own the chicken soup. Reviews please...with a chicken soup on top - I mean with a cherry on top..and chocolate sprinkles, and marshmallows...AnsI decided to change my "alias"... ^^
-Khion