Hey, guys! This was the requirements for the contest, and I think I covered them all... *crosses fingers* Yeah, I know, it's a big deal that doing a non-Amian fic, (gasp!) but I do like other couples, I'm just not as inspired to write about them.

1. Must be romantic, I'm talking some major fluff!

2. It can't be Hamilton/Sinead I know, I know, but I asked her to make an exception and she let me, on the condition that I also post my sucky Amian one. (Next chapter).

3. You can have up to four characters get trapped

4. Happy ending

5. If you want you could have them play a game to pass time (Example: truth or dare)

6. No songfics This is not a songfic, but at the end, it does have a couple verses of a song in it.

7. Evan does not exist

8. Must use the line, "Unicorns are real!"

9. They can either be accidentally trapped, or their friends could have trapped them in order to get them together.

10. Please don't use OC

Getting stuck in a broom closet at the Cahill mansion would have been the last thing I ever would have thought to be worried about when I entered Amy's house for the meeting.

The Cahill kids under twenty were all sitting around the table in their conference room, talking about whatever it is they were talking about before the meeting started.

I took a seat next to Amy and watched in disgust as Dan and Hamilton and Jonah had a contest to see who could catch the most M&Ms in their mouth before the meeting started.

"They're ridiculous, aren't they?" I exclaimed as I sat down in at the table with a cup of Coke.

Amy nodded and replied with an, "Mmmhmm." But I noticed that her gaze was straying farther down the table towards a certain British boy talking to Mr. McIntyre.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Would you mind coming back to earth to speak to your best friend?" I asked teasingly, taking a sip of my drink.

Amy blushed and said, "Sorry."

Suddenly, my cup slipped out of my hands, landing with a shatter on the wood table. The shards of the ceramic cup flew in different directions with a loud crash, stopping everyone mid-conversation.

"I'm sorry!" I said, getting up and running out of the room to get some napkins and a broom for the ceramic. "I'll be right back!"

I walked down the hall and entered the kitchen, looking for the broom closet. I opened it up, noticing the lack of light, when a loud voice said behind me, "Boo!"

"Eek!" I yelled in alarm and toppled back into the closet. Hamilton's laughing face appeared in the doorway.

"God, don't be such a wimp! They sent me to help you find the supplies," he said when the laughing subsided.

I was still sitting on the floor, fuming with embarrassment and held out my hand. "Could you help me up?"

Hamilton rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, only to have me pull him down into the closet as well. The door slammed shut as well. We exchanged horrified looks.

Hamilton stood up and tried to open the door, exclaiming, "We're locked in!"

"This is all your fault, Starling!" Hamilton exploded, after pounding on the door.

"Why is it my fault? You're the one who scared me and made me fall!" I shot back angrily, getting to my feet.

"Yeah, maybe so, but you're the one who pulled me down and made the door shut!" he yelled back.

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me!" I screamed in his face, barely able to see it in the dark gray lighting.

"You're just denying it, because you can never be wrong!" he yelled.

"Dolt!"

"Starbucks!"

"Bear face!"

"Dragon breath!"

"Idiot!"

"Out-of-shape loser!"

"Tomas!"

"Ekat!"

"Jerk!"

"Bit-"

"Don't you dare finish that!" I screamed, interrupting him.

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Hamilton replied back sarcastically.

"I cannot believe that I'm stuck in a closet with you!" I yelled, sitting down angrily on a big plastic bucket.

"Ditto," was all he said, leaning against the wall.

We sat in a tense silence for a while, straining to hear any noises from the outside that could alert us of people coming to rescue us.

All of a sudden, I heard a loud crash as Hamilton knocked over a bunch of brooms and buckets and mops where he was standing.

I started laughing and knelt down to help pick it up. "Nice one, Dolt."

"Shut up, Starbucks."

"Touché."

We kneeled there and started cleaning up when my hand brushed his in the near darkness. I froze, as did he, and we stayed there for a moment, daring each other to breathe.

In a moment, I snatched my hand away and kept cleaning like nothing had happened. But I could feel his eyes on me as I picked up the brooms.

For awhile, we literally just sat there. Staring off into space, humming to ourselves, or just daydreaming. Finally, I just had to ask what had been on my mind since the Clue Hunt.

"Why?" I asked him eventually, my voice pathetically quiet.

"Why what?" Hamilton asked.

"Why would you blow up the Institute? I thought that it was below even you Dolts," I told him, rubbing my arm and feeling the dozens of scars from the explosion.

Hamilton sighed and said, "I don't think that you'll ever believe me, but I'm sorrier than you could ever believe. I literally couldn't breathe when my dad pressed the trigger, and when we heard it from our car outside, I had to force a smile on my face and high five my family. When in reality, I wanted to run inside and make sure that no one was hurt. I did it because I had to."

I sniffed, surprised by what he had said. "You're right, I don't believe you."

"Do you want to play a game? I'm just about dying of boredom here, so what do you say?" he asked.

I nodded, and he seemed to see it in the faint lighting. "Okay, so I'll say a word, and then you say the first thing that comes to your mind. Then, I say what comes to my mind about the word you just said to answer my word. Do you get it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Duh."

Hamilton started, "Blue."

"Green," I suggested.

"Day."

"Friday."

"Rebecca Black."

"Kill me."

"Softly."

I started. He knew that expression. "Feather."

"Turkey."

"Thanksgiving."

"Food."

"Starving."

"Africa."

"Sad."

"Tears."

"Eyes."

"Blue."

"Purple."

"Unicorns."

"Unicorns?" I asked.

He nodded. "Unicorns."

I shrugged and said, "Unicorns are real."

"Rainbows."

"Beautiful."

"You." Hamilton said, looking at me.

"Me."

"Us?" he asked.

"Together?" I asked.

We both leaned back away from each other and I asked, "Did that come out right?"

He laughed and shook his head. "I think it came out fine."

I blushed – yeah, a shock, I know – and said, "How much longer do you think we'll be stuck in here?"

"Your guess it as good as mine, or maybe better," Hamilton responded.

"Was that a compliment, or did I hear it wrong?" I asked teasingly.

"Maybe it was. Why do we fight so much?" he asked with a sigh.

I thought back to our long list of fights that seemed to occur at least once every time we saw each other. "I'm not really sure."

"Neither am I. Maybe we should…maybe we should stop," Hamilton suggested quietly.

One of Amy and my conversations drifted into my mind:

"You know," she said. "When a guy constantly rags on you, it usually means he really likes you. It's been scientifically proven, and I know how much you love science."

I laughed. "Then I guess that means that you and Ian, and Dan and Natalie will end up together someday."

Amy just shook her head. "I wasn't talking about Ian or Dan or Natalie, Sinead. Think really hard. Who do you argue the most with?"

I nodded. "Maybe we should."

Hamilton had an epiphany at that moment. "Oh my God, I completely forgot! I still have my iPod in my coat pocket from the gym!"

I cheered quietly while he opened his playlist.

"I have six hundred and four songs. Take your pick," he said with a smile as he held out the iPod.

I took it and noticed and long crack down the middle. "How'd you break it?"

"I had it in the Gauntlet with us, if you can believe it. I don't know how it survived," Hamilton said with a laugh.

I traced my finger down it as I scrolled down the page and said, "I can fix it for you, if you want. It won't be that hard."

He smiled and said, "Thanks, Ekat."

I clicked on Nothing, by the Script, and hummed along to it.

"You like the Script?" he asked as it started playing.

I nodded. "They're one of my favorite bands!"

"I wouldn't have guessed," Hamilton said.

Hamilton started singing along to the song, and I was practically dying of laughter. He had a deep Baritone voice, unlike most of the high-pitched voiced guys I knew.

But what made it funny was that he was acting it out as the guy in the song got drunk and went out to tell his ex-girlfriend that he still loved her.

The song came to an end, with both of us gasping for air. "Your turn," I told him.

He paged down the songs, and I saw that he had What Makes You Beautiful, by One Direction.

"Why on earth do you have that song?" I asked, pointing to it.

He rolled his eyes. "Reagan put it on her, saying that girls would love it if I told them that this song reminded me of them, and then played it to her."

"Have you?" I asked.

"There's only ever been one girl who fit the description of this song. All the rest were stuck up brats who wore loads of makeup, and only wanted to go out with me because of how popular I am."

"What girl?"

Hamilton looked back down at the iPod. "So what song?" he asked, avoiding my question.

I gave him a suggestion and decided not to ask further about the girl. If he didn't want to tell me, I was going to have to get over it.

Twenty minutes and seven songs later, we were practically starved of oxygen for laughing so much.

I had done my rap to Justin Beiber's Baby, and Hamilton had attempted to do the dance to Party Rock Anthem, both of which left us literally rolling on the floor.

"Wow, Sinead, I didn't know you had such a great sense of humor!" he exclaimed.

"Ditto to you," I laughed.

We sat up and our laughter died down slowly.

"Hey, Sinead, do you know how to tell someone you really like them?" Hamilton asked suddenly.

I blushed crimson in the light of the iPod and said, "Not really. Is it that girl you were talking about?"

He nodded. "Thing is, she's a Cahill. And I have a couple of problems. First off, she's kind of family."

I interrupted him with a laugh. "Hamilton, the Cahills had one common ancestor about five hundred years ago! For example, you and I are only about as related as you and a kid at your school!"

He nodded in the darkness. "Oh, right. And well, the other problem is the fact that she's ridiculously stubborn. And I doubt that she'd ever like me. You're smart. How would you tell her?"

I thought, and then smiled. "Play her that song."

He nodded with a smile on his face when we heard a loud noise outside.

"No, don't hit the door like that, you twit! You're just going to break your foot if you do that!" Ian's voice yelled.

Dan shouted back, "But that's what ninjas do!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door, followed by Dan cursing loudly.

"Sinead, are you in there? Did the door get stuck again?" Amy asked.

"Thank god, you finally realized we're here! Yeah, the door got slammed shut," I yelled back.

"And I'm here too!" Hamilton called.

We smiled at each other as the door flew open, revealing Ian with a hammer, Dan hopping around holding his left foot, and Amy standing there with a smile on her face.

"Oh, Sinead, I'm so sorry! We just assumed you two were arguing again, and decided to go on with the meeting," Amy gushed, and started apologizing.

I held up my hands to stop her while Hamilton laughed at her apologies. "We were fighting for a little while, but basically, we just got locked in a closet."

"Because of you," Hamilton muttered with a smile.

"No, it's your fault," I told him and shoved him. Sadly, he barely moved, but pushed me into the wall with a laugh and said, "That's how it's done, Sinead."

I stood up and glared at him, but couldn't find much of a reason to argue. As he was walking out, I called, "It was your fault!"

He turned around and shot me with a finger gun, then walked out of the room. I smiled and looked at Amy, who was grinning at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said, and walked out of the room.

"What?" I asked again, grabbing her arm.

She laughed annoyingly and said, "Are you guys friends now?"

I nodded slowly. "I guess so. We agreed to stop fighting, and I realized that he's funnier and nicer than I give him credit for."

Amy nodded and I walked with her to my guest house on the grounds.

That night, I was sitting on my laptop checking my email when I heard a beep, signaling a new one.

It was from Hamilton. The subject was Hey, Starbucks!

Hey Starbucks!

I found this online and immediately thought of you. . . Oh, and that girl? I'm telling her probably as you read this! I can't say thanks enough times for helping me get up the courage to tell her.

(My god, I sound like a sap).

-Hamilton

PS - It was your fault.

I smiled and mentally thought to him, No, it's your fault.

I clicked the link and watched as YouTube appeared on the screen. The song What Makes You Beautiful came on and I smiled in amazement as it played.

You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk through the door
Don't need make up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough

Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you

Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell
You don't know
Oh Oh
You don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see
You'll understand why I want you so desperately
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe
You don't know
Oh oh
You don't know you're beautiful
Oh oh
That's what makes you beautiful

At this point, I stopped the song with a laugh and grabbed a pillow off of my bed, shoving my face into it.

"HAMILTON YOU DOLT!" I yelled into it, a smiled broad across my face.

I took a couple of deep breaths, amazed at my outburst – I was not normally this girly. The computer still had my email screen up, so I clicked REPLY, and typed back,

Hamilton, you Dolt, you have got to be the most annoying, stubborn, thick-headed Tomas I've ever met in my life.

But you're also funny and kind and forgiving.

And that's why I like you.

~Sinead (Starbucks)

Like I said, I didn't worry that I'd be stuck in a broom closet at the Cahill Mansion during a meeting.

But you know what?

I'm glad I was.

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~Dani (Aka amianfan102)