Hi everyone! I'm sorry that I forgot to put this Chapter up (oh what a
ditz I am). Anyway, it's up now, and I'm soo sorry about skipping it
before. Hope you like it!
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We got out on the dance floor and he held me tightly. It felt strange, because no one had ever held me this way.
"So," he said, "What else don't I know about you two. Are you really cousins?"
"No, we're partners."
"Partners, in what? Crime?"
"No we don't commit crimes, we solve them. Heart snatchers mostly."
"What's a heart snatcher?"
"I can't tell you. I've told you too much all ready."
"And why did you tell me, if you weren't supposed to?"
"How do you know I wasn't supposed to?"
"Because you said you'd told me too much."
"Well, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone anything about any of this!"
"Any of what?"
"Oh you'll just have to wait and see. If anything happens, then you can know. I know I can trust you."
"How do you know that."
"Because I love you."
I wasn't even really sure what love was, but if love was this really great feeling that made me want to run away and kiss him at the same time, I was in love with Michael. I guess he was a mind reader or something, because he leaned in and kissed me.
I had never been kissed before, but I was sure that if anyone would have kissed me other than him, it wouldn't have felt like that did. It was amazing! I looked up at him, both happy and confused.
He smiled and shook his head, "You really aren't like any other girl, are you?"
I smiled too, "Not even close."
Amara was very upset with me, and decided she couldn't talk to me anymore, for a while, but in the end it wasn't me that spoiled everything. Amara always took her clothes in with her, when she took a shower, but this particular morning she didn't. It was extra early and she thought she could sneak out without anyone seeing. She walked out in her towel. Neatly shaved legs and looking up, there were some curves, if not much. Amara always wore pants and button up, baggy shirts, no one could tell, but in a towel, that was different. I think she must have almost wanted them to know.
She stepped out of the bathroom and Bryan gasped. "Amara?"
"Bryan?" Her eyes were wide.
"Amara, you're a, you're not a.why did you lie to us?"
"I didn't lie, I just never told you the truth."
"Amara, I thought I was insane. I thought I had become gay or something, but this explains a lot."
"Oh no, no this can't be happening. You my friend and all, but no."
Everyone has secrets, this proved it. She quickly threw on some clothes and got me up.
"Michele we're leaving."
"Why, I want to stay here with Michael."
"No, get your things, we're gone."
So we got on Amara's motorcycle and left. There was a little motel just down the street from the dorm, and Amara knew the owner well, he was Tony B's father, Tony.
"Amara, so good to see you," he said with his distinct Italian accent.
"Good to see you too Tony. Do you have any rooms?"
"Rooms, but I thoughta you stay with Tony?"
"Well, I had to move. But Michele and I need a room."
"All righta, room 27."
And that became our room.
We got out on the dance floor and he held me tightly. It felt strange, because no one had ever held me this way.
"So," he said, "What else don't I know about you two. Are you really cousins?"
"No, we're partners."
"Partners, in what? Crime?"
"No we don't commit crimes, we solve them. Heart snatchers mostly."
"What's a heart snatcher?"
"I can't tell you. I've told you too much all ready."
"And why did you tell me, if you weren't supposed to?"
"How do you know I wasn't supposed to?"
"Because you said you'd told me too much."
"Well, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone anything about any of this!"
"Any of what?"
"Oh you'll just have to wait and see. If anything happens, then you can know. I know I can trust you."
"How do you know that."
"Because I love you."
I wasn't even really sure what love was, but if love was this really great feeling that made me want to run away and kiss him at the same time, I was in love with Michael. I guess he was a mind reader or something, because he leaned in and kissed me.
I had never been kissed before, but I was sure that if anyone would have kissed me other than him, it wouldn't have felt like that did. It was amazing! I looked up at him, both happy and confused.
He smiled and shook his head, "You really aren't like any other girl, are you?"
I smiled too, "Not even close."
Amara was very upset with me, and decided she couldn't talk to me anymore, for a while, but in the end it wasn't me that spoiled everything. Amara always took her clothes in with her, when she took a shower, but this particular morning she didn't. It was extra early and she thought she could sneak out without anyone seeing. She walked out in her towel. Neatly shaved legs and looking up, there were some curves, if not much. Amara always wore pants and button up, baggy shirts, no one could tell, but in a towel, that was different. I think she must have almost wanted them to know.
She stepped out of the bathroom and Bryan gasped. "Amara?"
"Bryan?" Her eyes were wide.
"Amara, you're a, you're not a.why did you lie to us?"
"I didn't lie, I just never told you the truth."
"Amara, I thought I was insane. I thought I had become gay or something, but this explains a lot."
"Oh no, no this can't be happening. You my friend and all, but no."
Everyone has secrets, this proved it. She quickly threw on some clothes and got me up.
"Michele we're leaving."
"Why, I want to stay here with Michael."
"No, get your things, we're gone."
So we got on Amara's motorcycle and left. There was a little motel just down the street from the dorm, and Amara knew the owner well, he was Tony B's father, Tony.
"Amara, so good to see you," he said with his distinct Italian accent.
"Good to see you too Tony. Do you have any rooms?"
"Rooms, but I thoughta you stay with Tony?"
"Well, I had to move. But Michele and I need a room."
"All righta, room 27."
And that became our room.