Chapters should come every five days or so, that's about how long it took me to write chapter 1.


Ian's fingertips twitched as he texted Amy. It was Friday, 7 o'clock at night, and he was curious as to whether they were still on for Saturday. He prayed they were. He hadn't gotten the chance to talk to her about it during the week.

I: We still on for tomorrow?

A: Yep. 7:30 good for you? Benny's Pizzeria? Then some ice cream? Evan is handling wedding gifts and stuff.

I: Sounds good. See you then.

He slumped with relief against his dresser. He was taking every chance he had to win her over. Ian knew that he didn't want to hurt Evan or Amy, he had changed over the years, but he loved her. His damned emotions refused to let him go without at least trying. But Ian knew that they would want more and more, and he wouldn't argue because some part of him wanted it to...

Today was one of the days he got to do as he pleased, nothing to do with the wedding. A day he had all to himself, and he was going to enjoy it by reading through some of his favorite novels.

Ian gathered a small stack of books in his arms and plopped down into a comfy chair, his tea on the table. Ian began with a James Patterson novel, Alexander Cross or something. Natalie had given it to him just weeks before...

Ian's mouth turned bitter. He didn't like thinking about what happened to her. She was still his sister, and he loved her. Even if he didn't like to be reminded of what happened to her, or think of Natalie often.


Ian woke up, slumped in his chair. From the light coming from the windows, it was late. Ian rubbed his eyes and cracked his neck, finding a crick. He checked his phone and found 5 messages from Dan.

D: Want to go c a movie or something?

D: Or would you prefer bowling? Gaming?

D: IAN RESPOND! OR I'LL ATTACK WITH MY AWESOME NINJA-ACCOUNTANT SKILLS!

D: I'm coming for you at nine. We're going to see a whatever horror movie is playing and you better be ready.

D: I just left the house, I'll be 10 minutes late. 9:10. Be. Ready. Hamilton is having me dog sit the Dog Devil, sorry, pit bull. You've been warned.

It was already 9:01. Ian scampered up and got ready. The last time that demon dog had gotten near him... Ian shuddered to think about it.

He combed his hair, got a jacket on, grabbed some money, his phone... Anything else? Oh yeah, his shoes with the hidden knock out darts. Even if the Cahills had been at mostly a peace for several years, but you never knew when someone would attack you.

Dan pulled up just as Ian finished getting ready. He locked the door to his house and jumped into the shot gun seat. Surprisingly, Dan was a good driver, except when some favorite restaurant of his was having a special or something. Last time he had almost been arrested.

"Finally! What the hell, Ian? You get a date with Amy and then decide not to tell me? Dude, this is the biggest development in your relationship ever! And we still have, what, a month and a half?" Dan raged, backing out.

"A month and three weeks, almost. That just makes it even less likely I can sway her. Plus, it's just a pizza and ice cream, what we always do," Ian explained, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple.

"Okay, you only see the pessimistic side to this! If she's going to get cold feet, it's going to be in the next couple weeks! And, really? Pick her up at whatever time you're picking her up, take her to a movie and a nice dinner, say that you just want to catch up or whatever. Do this every week, then, BOOM! She doesn't love Evan any more and you two are dating and then get married and have 3 children, one of them named after me because I got you to that point!" Dan exclaimed, laughing like a maniac. Yet Ian still let him drive.

"What if they're all girls?" he asked, bemused. Dan thought for a moment.

"Danielle." Ian snorted.

"Well, they're not going to be all girls because WE'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE CHILDREN BECAUSE SHE IS GETTING MARRIED!" Ian shouted.

"Which we can change," Dan pointed out. "I'll plot later, let's go see our movie. Don't remember what it is, just that it will scare your socks off."

So they sat through the movie, both of them jumping at certain points. It was, indeed, very scary, but Ian couldn't really concentrate. He was thinking about what movie to take Amy to.

Perhaps The Vow? He knew a theatre that played a lot of movies that had come out the years before, not just new ones. Or maybe Phantom of the Opera? She liked musicals, right? Mamma Mia? Titanic? Or should he just order something on Netflix for them?

He cursed Dan for planting the idea into his head, but it worked. They could order pizza, watch a movie (to be decided), then make ice cream sundaes from whatever he had in his kitchen. Ian liked to cook, so he had a lot of cooking supplies.

"Dan, what movies does Amy like? The last time I asked her, we were 19 and she said Gone With the Wind," Ian strung out, somehow. The movie had ended and the accountant was driving them somewhere. He claimed he was driving Ian home, but the last 5 times he had claimed that he had driven him to an arcade, a movie, a bar, a surprise party, and a shooting range. The shooting range was right after Ian had gotten the invitation to the wedding. The perks of being a Cahill, Ian supposed.

"She's obsessed with The Notebook and a Hallmark movie, Remember Sunday, I think. Why? You using my idea." Dan pokes him, smirking.

"Maybe," Ian muttered, and Dan slapped his hand on the wheel.

"Finally! Someone is using one of my plans!" he hollered. Ian raised an eyebrow.

"When exactly was the last time someone used a plan of yours?" Ian asked, nervous. Dan thought for a minute.

"9 years ago. A turtle was fatally wounded from a rock throw from Hammy. My plan was to try and save her."

"Did it work?"

"No. Bessie the Turtle died."

"And you're sure this will work?"

"As positive as I was for saving Bessie's life."

"That doesn't reassure me."

"But if we both remain positive, anything can happen! Remember Spongebob? Where is your childhood?!"


A light ending. How many chapters do you guys want this to be, 13, 26, or 39 chapters? 13 and 39 are actually my favorite numbers. Weird. Anyways, vote in a review or PM or something. The date will be next chapter and, boy, do I have plans. Mwhahaha! *More evil laughing inserted here*