Disclaimer: ME no own anything. You no sue, por favor?
Hamilton Holt was having a bad day even before he got the email. His team had lost the football championship, report cards were today and he failed half his classes, and, worst of all, today was the anniversary of the Clue Hunt. His guilty day. The day he blew up the Starlings. Karma was the reason he was having such horrible luck today.
Hamilton slammed the door to his room and sat down at the computer. Maybe someone was online so he could release his anger at them. He logged in to his email, expecting to see his inbox full of thousands of messages. What he got was one small email from Dan.
'No one even wants to talk to me!' He thought dejectedly. Sighing, he clicked on the message. Inside was a link to some weird website about fans and fiction and 'Unleashing your Imagination'. Since he had nothing better to do, Hamilton went to the website.
Instantly, thousands of stories about the Clue Hunt. All traces of boredom and anger gone, Hamilton leaned forward in his seat and clicked on one. LucianLady2453? These people were phys-cos! He started reading.
Hamilton was hopelessly in love with Amy-
"AMY? THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!" He yelled, forgetting that Madison and Reagan were home.
"Amy? What are you yelling about, Ham?" Reagan asked, barging into his room. Normally, Hamilton would have thrown her out, but he was cowering under his desk.
Wondering what was so bad that her older brother looked scarred for life, Reagan glanced at the computer screen. It might be useful blackmail material.
"Hamilton's love stories?" she read aloud, "Hamy, Natilton, and Hamead," She thought for a second, about who that might mean, then fell to the floor, laughing. "Natalie! You've got to be kidding me! MY brother liking a LUCIAN! Like that's going to happen!"
Hamilton bolted out of his corner as his sister rolled over on the carpet, still chortling.
No, no, no... he thought. There. Right there on the computer screen. Hamead. His mouse wavered on the exit button, when his morbid sense of curiosity won and he clicked on one of the Hamead stories.
...They got married and had two kids named Gerald and Bobby and lived happily ever after...
Reagan got up to see what her brother was doing. "Hamead! Ha, I knew it Ham! YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH THAT EKAT GIRL! Wait 'till dad finds out!"
"Shut up! These crazy fangirls don't know what they're talking about! It's just like you said with Natalie!"
Reagan hid a smirk. "Whatever you say, big bro. Just don't come crying to me when she gets a boyfriend!"
She ducked before Hamilton could swat her and ran away. Instead of chasing her, he turned back to the screen.
"This is crazy! I'm not in love with SINEAD STARLING!" Immediately a picture of her came into his head. Those big hazel eyes and cute smile- SNAP OUT OF IT, HAM!
When Hamilton looked back at the story, he realized he hadn't felt the same disgust for the Hamead stories as the other couples for him. He didn't necessarily LIKE them, but still...
Suddenly, a horrible thought struck him. Hamilton went back to the email that had gotten him stuck in this mess in the first place.
He slowly scrolled down to the recipients page, praying. There, right next to the forwards, was a name he hoped never to see again. Sinead Starling.
Stupid karma.
