Valentine's Dance

Chapter 7: Would You?

"Amy," Ian started to ask...

...Only to be interrupted by a yell and a loud explosion.

They turned towards the house to see Dan dangling from the roof by a single rope and broken glass with a mysterious purple liquid sizzling the grass.

The teens dismissed it without a thought. This kind of thing was normal when you lived with Dan Cahill.

Ian tried again. And he was, once again, interrupted. This time, by a splat and white goo dripping down his hair.

Amy stifled her giggles. Fate seemed to be against him today.

The amber eyed boy sighed before trying to say what he wanted to. This time, he was stopped by Nellie, who was chasing Dan all over the place with a frying pan.

"Get back here, you little twit!" She screamed, before thrusting the pan at Amy's brother.

But it missed by inches, slamming into Ian's face instead, and making him fall over.

Silence overtook them before the Madrigals busted out laughing, falling to the ground with a thud and practically recreating the meaning of ROFL.

"S'not funny," the Lucian slurred, holding his head in pain. It didn't help that there was a large welt on his forehead along with bird poo going down the side of his head.

Their laughter was only renewed. The boy grumbled but there was a small smile on his face. He must have looked really funny.

Suddenly, Nellie stopped laughing. And slowly turned to Dan, an evil glint in her eyes.

It didn't take a genius to know what happened next. The shouts soon faded away with a Nellie dragging an unconscious Dan.

Amy stared at Ian. Standing up, she grabbed his hand and dragged him in a direction opposite to the house.

"Come one," she said. "We'd better get you cleaned up."

"But we aren't going to the house," he pointed out.

"No," she agreed. "We're going to the fountain."

~But how do you expect me?~

Two 15 year old teens stumbled out of the bushes with twigs and leaves in their hair.

"So, why are we here again?"

Amy answered. "It's closer, quieter, and has a beautiful scenery. And I could always dump you in that fountain." She pointed to a large, marble stone fountain embroidered with intricate designs and a Cupid statue above it.

"So there's really no need to go inside," she finished.

"But why come here of all places?" Ian asked curiously.

The jade eyed girl quieted down. "Grace, Dan, and I used to have picnics together. We once had one here." She said softly.

Ian sobered. "Oh."

"Do you like it here?" She asked him.

"Yes, and I rather like not being in the middle of any mess your nincompoop of a brother created."

The girl giggled. The boy smiled at her. He liked making her laugh.

"Sooo..." He trailed off.

"So?" She raised an eyebrow.

He pointed at his hair.

Rolling her eyes, the redhead ignored him and walked over to the fountain.

Staring at the water, she said absentmindedly, "It looks beautiful, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Ian said, looking at her directly.

The jade eyed Madrigal beckoned him over, still staring at the crystal-like water.

She then pointed to it. "What?" He leaned close to it, trying to see what she was pointing at. Only to be pushed in with a splash.

Shaking the water out of his hair, he shouted at her, "What was that for?"

"Nothing," she said, a smile threatening to make its way on her face. "You wanted your hair cleaned, so why not take a bath instead?"

Suddenly, the Lucian's eyes turned mischievous. Amy never realized how close she stood near him.

With a quick lunge, he grabbed the girl, dragging her down with him. It all ended in a full out splash war.

Reverberating laughs echoed the garden. The two were soon gasping for breaths when they stopped.

Once again, they were in an awkward position. Sometime during the fight, they fell down and were lying sideways on the statue on the fountain. And they were only centimeters from each others lips.

Amy suddenly wondered what it felt like to kiss him. All she had to do was lean in a little closer.

Ian spoke, his breath tickling her skin. "Would you go to the dance with me?"

And the girl could feel herself nodding as she got entranced by his hopeful, dazzling amber eyes.

~To live alone with just me?~

A pair of amber eyes looked through binoculars, looking at a certain group of two. She smirked. "Everything is going perfectly."

Turning around, she faced a familiar figure. "I suppose I have to pay you now." She sniffed disdainfully.

Dan's face grinned at her. "That would be a truckload of candy."

She rolled her eyes before pointing out the door where his 'precious' candy awaited him. Dan greedily broke into a run, whooping in joy.

Then, he slowly backtracked in front of the girl.

"Thanks," he smiled, pecking her cheek before running out again.

Natalie Kabra blushed as she watched his retreating form.

~Cause my world revolves around you~

In another place, Sierra Richards was plotting. Plotting for revenge. How dare that Amy brat embarrass her! By announcing she was actually rich, people started noticing her more often than Sierra liked.

The blonde loved her attention. She hated other people who had it. Her friends started complaining why she wasn't 'rich' like 'perfect' little Amy.

That led to a decision. She would get her back, she promised herself, grinning evilly. And revenge would be sweet.

~It's so hard for me to breathe~

I would've had this posted sooner, but my brother was being a pain. That, and I had to edit the splash scene so many times until I was satisfied. I hope you guys like it. And only one chapter to go!