Authors Note: Sorry for the long wait! I kept problems with my computer! First, it kept shutting down. Next, I couldn't connect to the Internet. Then, I couldn't access to the website. And finally the keyboard wasn't working. Well, since school started and I have like, five pounds of homework everyday, I'll probably be updating not as often. I'm probably updating like, every Sunday (morning through afternoon) through Tuesday (afternoon) when I have less homework. On Saturday I do my weekend homework. Anyways, I won't be doing a sequel. I will just continue here. So don't worry.

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And also I won't be continuing Forever And Always. :( The story just came up to me one dream, then POOF! Gone. There is another story I'm doing for High School Musical. It's called Forbidden. It's a twist on Romeo And Juliet and A little Women. Both books are Romance and it has LOTS of Drama.

This wouldn't have been up earlier, but I ended up writing two new songs.

Anyways,

Here's chapter 3 of A Perfectly Good Heart

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Natalie Kabra would kill to be anyone but herself right now. Nothing -nothing was worse than sitting across the table, watching this boy- this pig eat as if he was going to die the very next day. When will he stop?! Could he get any worse? I am so, so grateful that I am not Amy Cahill right now. When will he finally fall asleep? Natalie had planted this knot out poison on Dan when he had brushed his hand on hers. The poison was on her ring. She hadn't really planned it out. It just happened.

"Excuse me," she said politely. She got up from the table purposely knocking water in Dan's lap. She walked outside and took out her phone. It took about three rings until it finally picked up.

"Where are you?!"

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Ian Kabra never liked being disturbed, or bothered which ever you will. He didn't like bad timings either. And in this case, he certainly didn't wanna brake away from Amy. But his phone was vibrating in his left pocket, tickling him. It took about three rings until he finally broke away and looked down, obviously blushing, and took out his phone. Eventually, bad idea. Instead of a sweet, normal-tone voice, it came an angry, impatient, screeching voice.

"Where are you?!" Natalie screamed.

Ian blushed and looked up, trying to think of an answer. what was he supposed to say? Oh, I'm just in the Lucian top secret rooftop garden with our worst enemy.

"Somewhere." He said, not really thinking of an answer. He watched Amy as she sat down at the bench looking at the lush field covered flowers just below a mountain.

"Of course, so while you're 'somewhere' I'll be watching that, that unfashionable thing eat?!" She said sarcastically.

"Yes?"

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Natalie Kabra didn't like to argue, or to be argued with. She didn't like cats, dogs, or anything that has four legs. And she certainly didn't like anyone who has absolutely no sense of fashion. Well, let's just say she didn't like a lot of things.

But, the #1 top thing of her 'hate' list are those two Cahill know-it-alls. Just leave out that she had a teeny weeny crush on Dan Cahill.

She didn't hate Ian, but he could very much end up on her hate list.

"Yes? Yes? That is all you can think about?!" She said as she walked to her suite. Ian was right next door, so she thought about waiting there until he came back, then continue this conversation. But then again, she didn't like to wait.

She could hear him sigh. "What do you want Natalie?"

"I want to go home! I am sick of this clue hunt, and I don't care what Mr. William McIntyre said. I want to go home!" She said stompping her feet on her tan carpet.

"No, remember what Mother and Father said. We cannot go home, until we've succeeded this hunt."

Or so you can have your precious time with your girl. She thought.

"Ian. I. Want. To. Go. Home. This. Instant."

"I'm sorry Natalie. But we can't." He hung up.

She gasped. Nobody hangs up on Natalie Kabra! Not even her very own brother. Okay so maybe she could be spoiled sometimes. And dramatic. And spends thousands of money every month. And exaggerating. But nobody ever hung up on her before. She threw her phone on the table, and fell onto the bed. This clue hunt in getting worse every day.

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Dan Cahill loved eating pretty much everything except vegetables. He loved his parents even though he barely knew them. He loved Grace. Even thogh she was dead. He loved Saladin. Saladin. Wait. Saladin! He forgot about him. He took a sip of his drink and dashed out of this restaurant.

Saladin was sleeping soundly under the base of his bed. He sighed. At least he wasn't stolen by cat-stealing ninjas who needs cats to sell in order to brake their leader out of jail in order to take over the world. He thought.

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Any Cahill loved books. All kinds of them. Romance, Romeo and Juliet. Adventure, Maude March series. Jane Austin, Shakespeare, William Davenant, anything that has to do with books. And right now, she feels like Juliet Capulet in the infamous, ever dramatic, series of Romeo and Juliet. And who was her Romeo? I think that's obvious. She was in love with the idea of Star-Cross'd Lovers' since she was five. Her mom told her the story of Romeo and Juliet was mirroring her mother and father's young teenage life because their love was forbidden. She tried asking why because both sets of Cahill/Trent grandparents loved them. She just simply said she was too young to understand. And right now, at 14 she knew why know. Her parents and came from different branches and it was hard to live in peace and harmony without someone killing them. That was the last thing they talked about before her mother kissed her forehead and tucked her into bed. But she never thought she be mirroring her parents life.

So she just tucked the idea in the back of her mind as she opened the door to her and Dan's suite. Ian had to go to his room before Natalie 'accidentally' kill someone with her dart gun. She just giggled and walked with Ian until they went separate directions.

"Where were you?!" She heard a Male's voice.

"Nowhere. Dan you worry too much." She flopped on the couch and grabbed the book she was currently reading from the table.

"Really? 'Cause usually when you come back from the library you have about... 12 new books to read. Something happened?" Dan said raising an eyebrow following her.

"Look, I'm tired. So can you just watch t.v. or something? I'm gonna sleep." She to her bed.

Dan just shrugged and turned on the t.v.

Neither of them knowing something well surely change their life the next day.