This one shot is based on the song "Next to You" by Jordin Sparks.
I don't own the 39 Clues. If I did...well, let's just say Kurt had better sleep with one eye open. *grins evilly*
~L~
Amy Cahill was the most stressed-out person on the entire planet that week. The whole Cahill family was getting together in Boston for a reunion. She wanted to just crawl under the covers and hide for two weeks strait. All of her worst rivals were in one place at the same time. How much worse could it get? So she had gone to the park for some fresh air to get her mind off of this whole crazy fiasco.
She sat down on a park bench and put her head in her hands to try to get rid of her massive headache. "Need an Asprin?" came a silky British voice from above her. She stiffened a bit but replied.
"Not now, Kabra. You have no idea the stress that this whole reunion is putting on me."
He didn't respond but simply sat down beside her on the bench. After a while, though, he got tired of the silence. "So...how have you been?"
"Better because you weren't here," she snapped. He held his hands up in a humbling position.
"I was just trying to start a conversation. Don't shoot me down."
"Yes, well, it's not helping."
"Okay," he said and got up to go join a friend. They were close enough that Amy could hear a bit of what they were saying. She thought she caught Ian say "-out of my league." What could he possibly mean by that? She started walking home, but as she did, she started to feel guilty about yelling at Ian. He had only been trying to be nice, but nice was what had almost killed her so many times. Was it time to forgive him and move on? She sighed, exasperated, and walked into her house.
~L~
Amy tossed and turned that night. She just couldn't get to sleep. The Cahill reunion was tomorrow, but that wasn't it. She just couldn't get that stupid Kabra out of her head. She checked the clock—5:00 a.m. Great. She was going to look terrible the next day. Maybe if she just called him and got this whole situation compromised, she would be able to stop thinking about it. She reached for her phone but pulled back at the last second. No way. She couldn't do that! It would ruin the barrier that she had set up around herself.
She turned around in bed and closed her eyes but opened them immediately because flashes of amber eyes and black hair kept appearing behind her eyelids. What was wrong with her? She turned back over and glared hard at her phone. Fine. It was time to just give in. She needed to call him. Scratch that. Take "to call" out of that sentence. She picked up her phone and dialed his number. Her thumb paused for a minute over the "Talk" button, but she willed herself to press it.
The phone rang for a second before Ian picked up. "Um, hello?"
"Uh, hi. It's...it's Amy."
"You know it's, like, five a.m. right?"
"Yeah, yeah. I need to talk to you...about stuff."
"...okay. Go ahead."
"Okay, well first off, I'm sorry that I yelled at you at the park today. I haven't been able to stop regretting that for the past twelve hours. I'm sorry for calling you so early in the morning, but I need to tell you something."
"Uh. It's fine, it's fine, and what do you need to tell me?"
"I-I don't-t know h-how to s-s-say this, but I-I can't-t shake th-the feeling that I do have feelings for you. Whether you have them for me, I don't know, but I just wanted you to know that," she gushed. She was happy with herself that her voice had gotten stronger at the end.
There was a long silence. Then she heard Ian chuckle a bit. "Amy, my love, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say those exact words."
~L~
I decided to cut it off there because I love cliffies, especially when it's a one shot, and I'm never going to update. :) R&R please!
~Sugar
