Chapter 2
Nellie knew something must be wrong the second Dan came downstairs with a paper bag over his head. Whenever he was embarrassed, or sad, or angry he cut eyeholes out of a brown paper bag and wore it over his head.
"What's the matter, kiddo?" she asked.
"Amy's disappeared, I'm worried, and I think it's my fault."
"What? Where could she have gone?"
"How should I know! Into the woods?"
Nellie thought for a moment. "Let me rephrase that: why would she have any reason to go?"
"!" He said this really fast.
"Whoa, hold your horses! Take a deep breath and say that slooowllyyy."
"Because I took her jade necklace as a joke and she was really, really mad and even though I gave it back I think she might have run away!"
"I'm sure it's nothing. She is a teenager, it's normal for kids to get all moody and crud. If she doesn't come back in an hour we'll go out looking."
"Okay."
Meanwhile...
"What are you doing here?" Ian asked. Oh blast, that was blunt and rude, he thought. For some reason he wanted to impress her.
"Looking f-for clues. Same a-as you." Amy answered.
"Okay." He looked around. "What a coincidence that we met in the same little clearing."
"Yes. I am g-guessing it was the jackalope's doing." The rabbit creature cocked his innocently.
"Oh quit the act. We all know that you are anything but innocent, little mutant." The thing looked at Ian indignantly and hopped away. Amy couldn't help but smile.
"So, um..." she said, and there was an awkward silence. "I should be going. Dan will be worried." As she walked toward the edge of the meadow she thought about what could have been said. Amends could have been made, a friendship formed. Or maybe something more....
But of course no one, especially Ian, could think of me in that way, a voice said in her mind. She pushed those thoughts out of her brain. And even if he did, I couldn't take him back, not after what he did to me.
"Amy..." he called uncertainly, for he was thinking things along the same lines, but in an Ian Kabra style. About what could have been said and done, and how he was missing a great opportunity to get her forgiveness. And how even if she thought of him in that way, she wouldn't just take him back. Not that he cared of course. He didn't. Never did. Of course not. No way. Whatever gave you that idea? She was not close to being good enough for the fabulous Ian Kabra.
But if all that was true, why did he feel so bloody good around her?
I'll get another chapter up soon. I might not finish by the deadline though, I thought it was going to be a oneshot. Apparently not...
Dang.
Ah well, I gave my effort. But I'm going to a sleepover with a few of my besties tonight, so...
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