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JACOB AND CARTER MCGUIRE UNDER ARREST FOR KIDNAPPING

Jacob and father Carter McGuire have been taken under arrest for the kidnappings of Daniel and Amy Cahill and Natalie and

. Ian Kabra. The four are safe in London at the Kabra Manor.

I didn't read any further. I didn't need to read any further. Jake and Carter were out of my life…for now. But I didn't want to think about later.

I was relaxing in my room at the Kabras' place, looking out the window. My concert was today. People asked if I wanted to cancel, but I chose not to. That would be a total waste of my London trip.

Yeah, I still sing. Remember? The whole reason I went to London was because of my singing career. Bet you forgot about that. Now I'm going crazy. I'm talking to someone that's not even real. I'd die if any of this were in a book, or online, I swear.

All of a sudden, a voice interrupted my wandering train of thought. "Amy, get off the bed, we are going shopping!" sang Natalie Kabra.

"But Natalie-

"No buts, Amy! You need clothes and that's THAT! I'll meet you in twenty downstairs. Don't fall, though!" She winked, and was out the door in seconds

I sighed. There's no arguing with Natalie Kabra. But clothes? Honestly, I don't need clothes! Of all the things we do after we come back to the manor, we go shopping. I could be at a museum, or a library, or a bookstore…or at the mall shopping with Natalie.

* * * * *

"You're wearing that to the mall?" Natalie screeched. "Amy, we're not just going to some local mall!! We're going to the place where all of the celebrities are! All of your friends!! We might see someone huge there!! Brad Pitt! Johnny Depp!! Tom Cruise!!"

Notice how all of the celebrities she listed were male.

I looked down at my casual jeans-and-sweatshirt attire. It wasn't horrible. It was clean. And, weren't we going to the mall to get clothes, anyway?

But when I told that to Natalie she just marched me up to my room, and told me to come back with something a bit more acceptable. I rolled my eyes. What does "acceptable" mean in Natalie world?

Then I pulled on a pair of black shorts, and pink-and-white-collage sort of belt, and an aqua flowy tank top. I slipped on my favorite pair of vans and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Did I really need makeup? Well, Natalie would say yes, so I put some black eyeliner and swiped my lashes with a brush of mascara. Then I looked in the mirror.

Whoa.

Okay, not to boast or anything, but I looked pretty good. But let's not go into detail of that or anything.

I went back downstairs (walking very carefully down the stairs) and had Natalie "analyze" me again. "Fine," she approved. Then we walked to the-

Well, I'm not exactly sure of where we were supposed to be walking. I was just following Natalie. But when we got to the giant gray room that had 6 cars in it, I realized it was the garage.

Like I said before- Whoa.

"Um, Natalie-

She waved her hand impatiently at me. "Our normal limo service is off on Fridays, so we're going to have to take the car. Is the blue Porsche alright?"

Without waiting for a reply, she walked over. Man, those heels were tall.

Natalie continued talking as I got into the passenger's seat and she started up the car.

"It's actually Ian's, but I don't think he'll mind for today." She gave me a meaningful look.

"What?" I asked.

She looked at me with an expression of mingled pity and amusement.

"Amy, darling, for the winner of the Clues competition, you sure are slow."

Oh. Okay. Thanks for clarifying. Now I understand. Everything's so freaking clear now.

She pressed some button and the garage door opened, and we backed out.

Driving in London had never been so much fun. Our hair was flying back in the wind, and we were laughing and talking and waving.

Yes, this is Natalie Kabra I'm talking about. Er, WTH?

We reached this huge mall-slash-plaza-like building, and Natalie stopped the car. A man in a blue suit came up.

"Ah, Natalie!" he said jubilantly.

"Philippe!" she cried.

Philippe smiled. "Long time, no see, my dear. And who is your beautiful friend?"

I blushed. Yeah, I'm still embarrassed when people call me beautiful and pretty and stuff, even though I perform in front of thousands of people every month.

"Hi, I'm Amy Cahill," I said, offering my hand. Philippe's eyes widened in recognition.

"As in the Amy Cahill?" As far as I know, there's only one. I nodded.

"My daughters love you! You wouldn't mind signing something for them, would you?"

I smiled. "Not at all." Phillipe pulled out a notepad and pen from his pocket; you could tell he was very organized.

"What are your daughter's names?" I asked.

"Alise and Kayla," he said with adoration and pride in his voice.

Dear Alise and Kayla- Hope you're having a great day. Live! Love, Amy Cahill

So it was lame with a capital L. It'd been a long time since I'd signed, okay? No one asked for my signature at the Isle of Skye.

"Thank you, Amy! Now, I don't want to take up more of your time. The usual spot, Natalie?" asked Phillipe. Natalie nodded at him, smiled quickly, and walked to the mall doors, pulling me along.

"This, darling," began Natalie, "Is the Làfayelle Plaza."

* * * * *

Three tedious hours of shopping, eight celebrities (five male, three female), twenty shopping bags, and thirty stores later, Natalie and I sat at Pinkberry eating frozen yogurt.

"I mean, Taylor's sweet and everything," Natalie was saying inbetween bites of chocolate fro yo, "But he's so…clingy. Not my type."

"Yeah," I murmured, looking out the window. "Not at all."

I hadn't thought about Ian this whole day, up until now. It's got to be a new record. I just can't decide anything about him. I thought I hated him, but he's been so nice, and he hasn't tried to kill me once…

"Amy. Amy. AMY!"

I blinked. "What, Natalie? I'm right here!" She rolled her eyes.

"Physically, yes. Mentally, not at all. So, what's on your mind?"

Well, one of my questions was why she was being so nice.

But I just had to burst out the real answer.

"Your brother," I blurted.

Natalie didn't even blink. She just took another bite of her yogurt and looked up at me.

"Amy, you're in love with him," she said calmly. I looked at her.

"Are you cra- you know what, you might be right, for all I know."

Okay, did I just say that?

But whatever had possessed me wasn't done yet. "I can't decide anything about him. He's…he's…he's so frustrating! One second, he locks me in a cave, the next, I'm jumping out a window with him! Every day is the same thing- blush, stammer, look at Ian, think about his hair, or his eyes, or his-

"Amy, you're in love with him," she repeated, even more calm. "You can't stop thinking about him. You want to touch his hair. You think he's got gorgeous eyes. Which he does, because they're mine," she said, sounding more like the normal Natalie. "And no matter what you say to yourself, you just can't stop loving him. No matter what."

If anyone heard the words that were in my thoughts at that minute, they'd wash my brain with soap. Foul, foul words.

But the words Natalie said were so true. So, so true. They hit me in the head like a hammer.

"Oh my god," I murmured to myself. "I'm in love with Ian Kabra."

Natalie spooned some more chocolate yo fro into her mouth.

"Natalie?" I asked randomly. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

This question threw her off guard.

"Well…" she sighed. "Ian told me to be nicer to you."

The truth hit her approximately one second before it hit me.

"So he must love you, too," she said triumphantly.

I was dazed. Fazed, dazed, dizzy. "I…I'm going to take a walk," I said.

"Amy, wait! Not yet! I'm not done! You're not done!" I heard Natalie call.

But I didn't really listen.

So.

For those who're wondering, the Taylor Natalie's talking about is Taylor Lautner. And Phillipe's a valet parking dude.

And points to those who get Natalie's "meaningful look" at Amy when Ian's car is mentioned.

Oh, and mall outfits (I'm sorry, but these are way fun to make) : http://www dot polyvore dot com/mall_outfits/set?id=17282352

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