Hey guys! Sorry, but I just couldn't resist! (Sigh) at least it's a one-shot.
I don't own the 39 clues.
I was riding my bike out in the countryside, and then I saw him again. The one I had hoped never to see ever again, yet wanted to see with all of my heart.
I was walking along in the countryside, and I saw her again. The one I had hoped to see again, to apologize, yet I somehow wanted to run, afraid of rejection.
I stopped and considered my options: pedal as fast as I could, far away, or talk to him?
I stopped and considered my options: run as fast as I could, far away, or apologize to her?
I wanted to hear him talk.
I wanted to apologize.
So I stood there, my helmet on my head, leaning on my bike, as he spoke.
So I stood there, words on my tongue, leaning on the tree, as I watched her.
He spoke.
I spoke.
"Amy," he said, seeming as if the words were foreign on his tongue.
"Amy," I started, the words I was about to say foreign on my tongue.
"I'm sorry." he said, looking at me sincerely. "I'm sorry for Korea, for Jamaica, South Africa, for the clue hunt, for betraying you, for everything."
"I'm sorry." I said, looking at her pleadingly. "I'm sorry for Korea, for Jamaica, for South Africa, for the clue hunt, for betraying you, for everything."
Looking into his eyes, I could tell that he meant it, that it was true.
After I said those words, I knew that I meant it, that it was true.
He looked up.
I looked up.
He smiled slightly, curling up his lip. "Can you forgive me, Amy Cahill?"
I smirked slightly, curling up my lip. "Can you forgive me, Amy Cahill?"
As he watched me, I wasn't so sure. Could I forgive him, after all he'd done to me?
As I watched her, I wasn't so sure. Could she forgive me, after all I'd done to her?
And then, I knew the truth. I spoke.
And then, I realized the truth. She spoke.
"It's in the past, Ian. It's all in the past. The clue hunt, the Vespers, the deaths, the threats, everything. It's all behind us." I had never felt so free, so happy, so content as when I said those words. Because it was the truth. I didn't lie.
"It's in the past, Ian. It's all in the past. The clue hunt, the Vespers, the death, the threats, everything. It's all behind us." I had never felt so exhilarated, so content as when I heard those words. Because it was the truth. Amy Cahill didn't lie.
As he looked at me, a new spark, a new hope, a new fire showed in his eyes.
As I looked up at her, a new spark, a new hope, a new fire started in my heart.
I leaned towards him. He leaned towards me.
I leaned towards her. She leaned towards me.
And our lips connected.
In case you haven't figured it out, Bold=Ian, and Italics=Amy.
Hope you enjoyed! Long live Amian!
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