Disclaimers: I do not own the 39 Clues.
Chapter 1
5 years later
Attleboro, Massachusetts
Amy laid in her bed, wide awake. Her alarm clock displayed that it was only 5:30 in the morning. She had plenty of time before work started. Today was rather an important day of her life.
Does he still remember...?
She shook her head, clearing the thoughts away.
Feeling restless, Amy rolled out of bed. She quickly dressed in a pair of black jeans and cotton green blouse that matched the color of her eyes. She could care less about what she wore, but smiled at the thought of someone that would criticize her "peasant attire".
She walked over to the the bathroom, passing her younger brother Dan's room. Dan is now in the third year of college, but is still fascinated by ninjas and video games like before. He reminded Amy of an adult with a mind of a child.
Once a dweeb, still a dweeb.
As Amy started to wash up, she thought about her own life. She graduated from the prestigious Harvard University last year, and now took a relaxing and low-profile job as a historian for the local museum. The Cahill branches are now mostly at peace. As the leader of the Madrigals, she was able to convince the younger generation of Cahills to work together, instead of against each other.
Her mind wandered to someone that she haven't seen in the past five years. Although they had kept in contact with each other, school, the Cahills, and now work had kept her busy on her toes.
Amy made her way quietly downstairs, careful to not disturb anyone from their peaceful slumber. She placed a teabag in a cup and filled it with hot water. The aromatic smell of Earl Grey wafted throughout the kitchen. He always drank tea, she thought. She then proceeded to make herself toast.
Her phone buzzed on the counter, alerting Amy that she got a text. She snatched her phone up eagerly, anticipating that maybe it was Ian. When she opened the message, her face fell, slightly disappointed. It was Jake Rosenbloom. She had met him when she studied at Harvard, and the two became friends.
Jake: Hey. Do you have any plans tonight?
Amy tapped out a reply.
No, I'm free.
A few moments later, Amy's phone vibrated again.
Jake: How about dinner at the steakhouse?
Amy: Ok, sounds good. 7?
Jake: Yeah, the usual spot. Bring Dan and Nellie too. Att will be there.
Amy: See you later! Gotta go, running late for work.
Amy stuffed her phone in her back pocket just as Nellie walked in with a cheery "good morning". Dan stumbled after her, grumbling about something incoherent.
Dan reached for the slices of toast on the table, and shoved it into his mouth. He grinned sheepishly at Amy, who in turn frowned in protest.
"That was mine, dweeb!" Amy complained.
"Too late, sis," Dan mumbled through a mouthful, spewing crumbs everywhere. He continued to pour himself a glass of orange juice.
Amy sighed as she flicked soggy toast off her shirt. Now that her breakfast was consumed by her idiotic brother, she sipped her tea and decided to pour a bowl of cereal instead.
Glancing at the clock, it was 6:45. Amy gulped down her cereal and rushed to the the door.
"By the way, Jake invited us to dinner at 7!" Amy shouted to Dan and Nellie before closing the door behind her.
Amy smiled happily as she walked out of the museum. Her presentation went really well, and her usual stutter was not present, albeit her nervousness.
She got into her white sedan. Before she could turn on the engine, her phone rang.
She picked up her purse and dug around the contents until she found her phone. Glancing at the caller ID, she opened her mouth in a momentary surprise.
Ian Kabra
She took a deep breath, and pushed answer.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Amy."
The silky british accent made her breath hitch. It was the same voice that made her laugh, soothed her, teased her. The person that she hated to spend so long apart from. She cherished all the time they had spent together. Hearing him again in such a long time was somewhat comforting.
"Hi, Ian." She bit her lip, unsure of what to say.
"How have you been?" He asked smoothly.
"I'm...good." Not without thinking about you all the time, she added silently in her head. "What about you?"
"I'm well. It's wonderful to hear your voice again." He chuckled.
Amy's nervousness melted, and a grin etched into her face, dissolving her tense mood.
The line went quiet for a while, both unsure of what to say.
Ian cleared his throat and broke the lasting silence.
"Actually, I'm calling to let you know that..." Ian paused,
"I'm engaged."
"We promise according to our hopes, and perform according to our fears."
-Francois duc de la Rochefoucauld
Hope you liked chapter 1! I locked myself in my room to get away from talking to family friends on Thanksgiving night, so I decided to write another chapter.
And a big thank-you to those of you that reviewed: Amber-Raven-Cahill, Britto (guest), Ms. Dartgun, and Amy Kabra (guest).
The next chapters will be more happy and there will be drama. :)
Reviews would be really appreciated! They make me all warm and fuzzy on the inside :3
Much love,
M