"Are you guys sure that you were out in open air? I mean, remember how suffocated it felt back there? So-

"Dan, shut up."

Ever since we had found Dan and Natalie…too close for our liking, they had been non-stop aimless chatter, which really gets annoying after a while. Thank god, we were almost out of the- well, we don't really have a clue what it was. Ha-ha, a clue, and yet Dan and I have 39 of them, but now we don't have any…hahaha…yeah.

We finally entered the cool night air. I could actually see a difference in the sky than before, because before I couldn't tell the black tunnel-thingy and it apart. But now, it was a sheet of navy blue velvet, scattered with stars. Wow. There were so many more stars here than anywhere else…

"It's because there are no city lights here," answered a quiet, silky voice. "And the air is so polluted there, too. Here in…wherever we are, it must be less populated, resulting in less pollution."

Did he just read my mind? Forget that. How does he know all this? I mean, I knew it too, but I'm, as Dan likes to put it, a "book nerd". Ian Kabra? Book nerd? No. But…you never know.

I stared into the night sky like I had so many times. Each star, so different. Some of them shined brightly, and some not as much. But, eventually, they would all get a chance to shine. Together.

It was so much like the story of our lives. When we were younger, Ian and Natalie got all the fame, luck and looks. Dan and I got…nothing. Then, we won the clues hunt and everything we had ever dreamed of was ours- and what we hadn't dreamed of. We both had plans that we couldn't imagine swaying off of. Dan followed his, by going to Japan, but he didn't expect to be so popular around the female population of the world. He was like America's Taylor Lautner, who was way popular when I was 15.

I…was going to be an archeologist. Maybe I'd go a little off the path, become a scientific researcher of some sort. But a singer? Not in the book, or even the whole library.

And then there was this. Ian. I had planned to never see him again, to never talk to him again, to never think about him. Though sometimes, while I was touring, I dared to dream beyond. When I came to London, I was beyond nervous. So what if it was a crush from 4 years ago? Some things never wear off. Over time, relationships, if that's what you want to call it, can weaken- or grow stronger. What happen to ours? Maybe not enough time has passed yet to be able to tell.

I realized I was walking in pace with Ian. He turned and looked at me, the sweetest sadness in his eyes. He looked me straight in the eye. Butterflies fluttered furiously in my stomach.

"Amy, I have to-LOOK OUT!!!!!"

Really bad chapter. I'm so sorry. The next one should be up soon, though, more action :) I'm thinking of renaming the story, but I'm not sure yet. Your input would be great!