Bad Romance
Fury and Mix-ups
Ian Kabra's POV
This was probably my fault. No, it wasn't probably my fault. It was my fault. Sitting across from me, instead of Amy Cahill, the lovely, jade eyed, stuttering angel, was Bree Farland. A beautiful, resilient, cold-as-ice hearted Lucian. Her eyes, not a warm jade color, but a stony emerald. Her face had no freckles, while Amy had a few on the bridge of her nose.
A similarity- and a difference, to be exact- was when both of them smiled (For Bree, so rarely). It was beauty itself. But Bree had dimples. Amy did not. Bree had a presence. You knew when she entered a room, and when she left. Amy was quiet, but seemed to speak with her eyes. Bree loved irony, unless it happened to her. A factor we shared, along with loving books, and hating polyester. Both could not dance. At all. Bree only stuttered a bit, as normal people did sometimes. She was absolutely livid when she found out she had been kidnapped. By Ian Kabra. It's strange, most girls would KILL (Literally.) to be kidnapped by myself. But of course, she had to have the exact same shade of red-brown hair that Amy did. And she had to hate me.
I mean, just because of some of my 'constructive critism', that her Mum and Dad shouldn't try to pass dirt off as make up. I know her parents are archaeologists, but really. When meeting an aristocratic group (such as the Kabra's), they should try to clean up a bit. But no, there the Farlands stood, Bree in a black dress, with a ribbon tying her hair up, the picture of innocence, with a blank expression on her face, and her parents dripping mud all over the Lucian headquarters. My parents were fuming. When I had told her that, she said nothing, but slapped me across the face. Then she had stormed off, scowling.
But I disregard. Now, staring at the furious girl in front of me, perhaps I should explain how she got on my private jet to London.
3 Hours Previous
I ran through the crowd at the Tokyo airport(A/N is that even real?), trying to keep up with the Cahills, whom I could sense, knew I was following them. Suddenly, as Amy and Dan ran ahead, a crowd of bloody toursts walked so slowly in front of me, talking all the way. By the time they passed, the Cahills were nowhere in sight. I swore, loudly, and walked angrily, passing many boutiques. I scowled. This was pointless!
Then I located a bookstore. Perhaps Amy, who was a known bookworm, would be in there without her brother, who hated any type of writing, unless it was about Ninjas ( Imagine! The very idea... I still shudder to think about it.)
Sure enough, a red-brown haired girl, who had her back turned to me, was standing, The DaVinci Code (A/N If you have not read this book, you must! It is AMAZING!) in her hands. I silently walked towards her, until I was right behind her. I took out a handkerchief from my back pocket, and held it in front of her face. She fell back, into my waiting arms. I smirked. I picked her up, placing the book in her limp arms, and tossed 10,000 yen (About $100) onto the counter, mouthing "Keep the Change."
Then I turned my attention back to Amy. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. A soft smile graced her lovely face. I never noticed she had dimples. Intresting, she was not as plain as Natalie so often said she was.
I walked confidently to the private gate that Natalie and I often waited at for our jet. Once inside, I bound Amy's arms and put a piece of duct tape over her mouth. Everything was going according to plan.
At least, until she woke up. We were on the jet by then. Her eyes were drowsy, but they flared alive when she saw me. She started to rock her chair back and forth.
"Shh, love. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I murmured, stroking her hair.
She screamed, muffled by the duct tape.
I smiled, and removed the duct tape. I pressed my lips firmly against hers. Her eyes widened,then closed. I smirked. The Kabra charm always worked.
Or so I thought. As I pulled away, she kicked upward. Right there. I groaned and fell to my knees. Why did she have to have such good aim?
"W-where am I? Kabra! Why did y-you just kiss me? I mean, not that I didn't enjoy it... I mean not that I did enjoy it.." Bree stammered. She seemed a bit flustered, as she normally did not stutter. Wait. Bree. Not Amy. Bree Farland. Crap.
I hope you enjoyed the story. It's my first Ian/OC. In it, I'm debating on either putting Amy with Hamilton, or Amy with Kurt. Your choice.
I'll update (hopefully) soon. For Choice, I have an idea, and the chapter should be up in a week or so. You guys (and girls) are awesome. Ian's Blog should be up maybe in about 2 weeks, Peace, Love,and...Hate? in May (MAYbe. Yeah, bad pun...I know.) 39 Clues: PUNK'D I just updated (well, technically 13Mysterious12 wrote the chap, so I can't take credit) and I'm sorry to say that my story Cahill IMing was deleted by this website. *sighs*. If you don't like the story, sorry! It just came to me. Oh, and please don't say, "IAN/AMY FOREVER!" or "I HATE BREE!" Or even "I HATE THIS STORY. A LOT!" I write like 10 other Ian/Amy stories! I just wanted to try out a different pairing (I HATE Kurt, and I can't see Hamilton/ Amy together. ) Oh, and Bree does NOT have a stutter. She was just surprised, confused, and angry. Bree IS NOT a copy of Amy. Or Natalie. She's just Bree Farland. So yeah... Please Review.
~Amy
