Hey y'all, Celenia here. So here's my new story (or set of stories, really). Chapter one's pairing is Evan and Amy. This takes place before Cahills vs Vespers. Enjoy. Oh right, I don't own 39 clues or any of the characters in this story. I would give anything to own them though, hahaha!

Amy Cahill was sick.

She was sick and tired of people making fun of her and acting like she didn't have any feelings. Every single day people would trip her in the halls, or treat her like she had some sin imbedded deep in her soul.

Sure she wasn't drop dead gorgeous, or the most popular, but she was still a person.

She still had feelings.

Oh, how she longed to go back to the days before the clue hunt. Things weren't very good then, but at least no one went out of their way to be mean to her. Her absence for the first weeks of school was like an excuse for people to hate her.

She sighed, her face stained with tears. She pulled her legs up on the park bench and put her head between her knees. She wished she would die.

She slowly dozed off, her heart filled with misery.

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When Amy came to again, she was more that mildly surprised to see a boy lounging on the park bench beside her.

"Ahhhhhh! You're not supposed to be here!" she screamed. Then she took a closer look at the boy and gave a shriek. Dark brown hair, broad shoulders, and a handsome face. It was Evan Tolliver, one of the many people who she wouldn't want seeing her like this. Could this day get any worse?

"It's a free country, you know. Sooo… would you like to tell me why you're on a park bench, crying?" he said. His chocolate brown eyes were amused, yet worried.

Amy's eyes sank even lower in her chest. Of course he would want to know; by tomorrow the entire school could add "cry-baby" to the list of things that Amy Cahill was.

"I don't want to, she said and turned away, crossing her arms over her chest determinedly.

Evan moved closer and put a hand on her shoulder. Amy squirmed under his touch, but the warmth of his hand felt good on her cold skin. She could feel her resolve melting.

"Talking helps, Amy. I'll listen."

Amy turned around and looked into Evan's sweet brown eyes. He looked so sincere, that Amy didn't seem to have a choice.

So she talked about the mean glances, the taunting looks, the hurtful comments. She even broke down sometimes and started crying. All through this, Evan sat there, sometimes patting Amy's back, but mostly listening quietly.

"I just wish I wasn't so alone," she finished with a sigh.

Amy then expected Evan to just get up and leave, or whip out his phone and text everyone about their conversation. But Amy wasn't prepared for what happened next though.

Evan grinned and threw an arm around Amy's shoulders. "Well you won't be alone anymore. You've got me as your new best friend," he said laughing.

Amy smiled and laughed along with him. After all, who wouldn't after someone said that?

Fewww, over 500 words. Dang that's a new record for me. Sorry if this one was a bit OOC. I just had to write about Amy and Evan, even though I really don't ship them together. Anyways, please review. Thanks for reading.

Sincerely,

Celenia

PS: Check out my new story The Cretan Dagger. Second chapter's up!