Ian's POV
It has been five years since I have seen her. Since we were enemies. Yet here we are, just sitting here, enjoying coffee and telling each other where we have been after we had parted ways. I think she forgot me too, until she saw me again. I won't blame her, my thoughts have never strayed even close to her. Maybe it's all the painful memories that prove that I am a monster. Whenever her fingers brush mine, I feel sparks fly, and they make me want to say crazy things. True, but crazy. Why would she ever accept. Why would she bother to spend one second near me, when my mother killed her parents for the same reason that I hurt her. The clues. They consume everyone with desire, and yet they, they weren't. She was perfect, like a little angel who could do no wrong. She was now just as rich as me, and when she talks of all her adventures, her eyes sparkle. Why would she love me? How could she love me? Still, I still feel sparks fly, whether there is hope for our love or not. I can't hold it in anymore. I love her, and even though she may not feel the same, I just need to tell her. I hope she understands that I don't want much. Just a little love.
Amy's POV
I haven't seen him in a while. Five years actually. Even though we may have fought on opposite teams, and even though he had hurt me, sparks always fly when I touch his hands. Even a little brush. I drop my eyes, hoping my blush doesn't show; but it always does. Is that the way of life? Was I a fool to love him? He was perfect, girls dropped on their knees and worshipped him. Why should I be any different. I was not a fool, I wouldn't stoop that low just to get his attention. I wonder if he ever felt anything. A little tingle of electricity every time we looked at each other. I did. Every time I looked into his deep amber eyes, I could see his soul. It wasn't all pretty, and there were dark patches, but light patches too, that made him compassionate, and brought out the real Ian. I loved him, and I loved what he made me feel. Like I was innocent again. Like there was nothing on my shoulders; all the weight lifted off. And I don't care if he'll never feel for me the way I do. I will never stop loving him, and even if he scoffs at me, at least I know that I had tried. That I had confessed. I hope he understands that I'm not just another girl. I just want to be understood, and loved. I don't want much. Just a little love.
Nobody's POV
The two young lovers looked at each other. Just as they were about to leave, they both confessed. They were both shocked that the other felt that way, but knew that there was only one thing to do. They closed the distance, and let the sparks fly.
Dan's POV
"Mission Cobra and Bookworm get together is complete British Brat." I said, feeling really awkward as I sneaked glances at the Cobra and my sister making out, and Natalie.
" It's Prada Princess Daniel. Now stop looking and let them enjoy their moment. Come on, they're leaving soon, we better go." Natalie said, the Kabra smirk plastered on her face. That was when I really exploded.
" It's Dan the Ninja Lord. D to the A to the N to the Ninja Lord!" I shouted. But she was already gone, leaving me with a bunch of strangers staring at me. " Oops." I said and darted out. Just as I ran out, I thought I heard the waiter say, " Ah, young love." But I really didn't care. I had a love fest to attend to and a sister to take care of. And maybe a Prada Princess to save.