I've been wanting to try a 39 Clues story for some time.
Especially with Ian and Amy and Hamilton.
Well, here it is, haha.
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Oh, and lastly:
Ian or Hamilton?
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"You always admire what you always don't really understand."
-Blaise Pascal
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The Australian sun was beaming brightly, shining in Amy Cahill's face. She squinted back up at it, glaring back, and then looked sideways to her companion, Hamilton Holt. His spiky blonde head was gleaming golden and his blue eyes were sparkling in the sunlight, making him look softer than his muscles portrayed. He looked like a normal, fifteen year old boy-even if he was a computer genius.
"What?"
His voice startled her, and she racked her brain for an answer. Amy didn't think that he'd take "I was looking at you and think you look nice" very well. They were enemies, not children with little crushes.
"I-I was just w-w-wondering if the s-s-sun ever b-bothered you."
Amy silently cursed under her breath. Her stuttering was really getting on her nerves. She hated it-it always seemed to come up in front of boys-good looking, model, beautiful boys.
Like Ian Kabra.
God, how she hated that Ian Kabra. He was suave and debonair, which were two things that did wonders to his already inflamed ego. She hated just how charming he could be-and just how confident that he was. She also hated the fact that he'd betrayed her so many times, including the one time that happened moments ago with the shark pit.
But if she really hated him, then why was her mind always thinking of him?
"Naw, it doesn't. Football in California that's not beside a swimming pool is ten times worse than this."
Amy's thoughts now rolled over to Hamilton. He was grasping a parasail under his arm, the colours torn and tattered and the frame bent. She smiled sheepishly, remembering at how it was Hamilton, and not Ian, that had saved her from her disastrous meeting with Ian's mother, Isabel.
Amy noticed that Hamilton started smiling after she chuckled. She looked up at him quizzically. "You look nice when you smile," he complimented, turning bright red. Amy laughed, blushing.
"You look nice under the sunlight."
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It may not mean nothing to y'all,
but understand nothing was done for me,
so I don't plan on stopping at all…
-Forever, Drake
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"Ian."
Ian's tall, fifteen-year-old profile glared at his mother, Isabel, who was sitting stately in her black office chair. Floor to ceiling windows adorned the office, while a mahogany desk sat between Ian, his mother, and his sister, Natalie.
"Isabel."
Ian's tone was cold and menacing. He saw surprise flicker in his mother's eyes-He'd always called her mother, and it was always in an affectionate tone. But this time was different-he wanted his mother to know what she'd almost done.
"Well, Ian, what would you like to address me on?"
Ian took a deep breath. "Isabel, what you did today-it was unforgivable and unethical. Why are you doing this? Why couldn't you just leave this alone and let me deal with it? Why are you always doing anything to win, even if it is outrageous and ruthless?"
Isabel frowned at her son.
"Why do you have such an attachment to that worthless girl that doesn't deserve to be called a Cahill, Ian?"
Isabel's cold eyes stared at Ian, knowing that he'd just sulk away, leaving the question unanswered. Ian was not supposed to fall in love with the enemy. He was not supposed to have any affair with the enemy. Basically, he was not supposed to have any connections with the enemy at all.
But Ian surprised Isabel once again.
"Damn it, Isabel!" Ian slammed the table, making the papers lying on the desktop drop everywhere. The heavy stapler shook, knocking down a basket of Isabel's finest silver and gold Montblanc pens. Natalie's brown eyes widened, and Isabel was so shocked, she dropped the pencil gripped in her fingers.
"You almost killed her! She almost died! I almost never got to see her again, but luckily that-that freak, Hamilton, rescued her! You always have to win, Isabel, and you never care if people's lives are at stake, even if it's our lives! You know I love her, Isabel, so stop messing around in my life. It's better without you, since you don't seem to care about anyone's feelings. "
Ian stormed out of the office, ignoring the shocked look on Isabel's face and the loud, sobbing cries of Natalie.
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Amy had a wonderful time with Hamilton. Of course, they were actually supposed to be looking for clues together as allies. But Amy really treasured the time when she could just be like a friend of Hamilton's. They didn't have to worry about getting shot or thrown into shark pits.
Hamilton had shown Amy how to throw a football, while in return, she had informed Hamilton on everything she knew about Australia-he was a very avid listener. Currently, Hamilton was showing Amy how to swim in the beautiful Australian waters-trying to coax her over her fear of water. Amy stared at the large ocean-it was just, well, so large, and she really didn't know what could be hiding under the water.
Hamilton ran down the beach. "C'mon, Amy," he yelled, as he threw his t-shirt off, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest, and dived into the water headfirst. Amy stared at her own board shorts and tee shirt, blushing furiously. She wasn't used to swimming with guys like-well, guys that were quite handsome like Hamilton was.
She was tying her reddish brown hair into a ponytail and watching Hamilton wave to her from the water when a shining black limo screeched to the curb. She dismissed it until she saw a familiar, gorgeous, black haired girl step out of it. The girl was running over to Amy.
Could it-was it-Natalie Kabra?
Amy couldn't tell, until she saw another unmistakable figure step out of the limo.
Amy quickly screamed.
"Hamilton!"