Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 Clues.
And did anyone see that they've added characters to the 39 Clues fanfic section? Just thought I'd mention it x)
I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, filled with doubt. Was all that happened, those words we said- was it real? Did Ian really dance with me, and look at the stars with me? Or was it some part of my whimsical imagination?
There was only one way to find out for sure.
I got out of bed, and closed the door as quietly as possible behind me. I knew Ian's room would be as big as Natalie's, if not bigger. As I walked down the hallways of doors, I finally came face to face with a giant emerald green door. That had to be it.
I went in, closing the door behind me. Ian was sprawled out on his gigantic bed, fast asleep. I felt kind of bad for waking him up…but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing what was going on.
"Ian- Ian, wake up," I whispered, shaking his shoulders gently. Ian woke up, blinking slowly and rubbing his eyes, yawning. I suppressed a giggle; he was so cute when he was half-asleep.
"Amy?" he mumbled. "This is a dream, isn't it?" Even in the night, his British accent was pronounced and silky.
"No, no, it's not I dream," I said. "Wake up."
Ian sat up next to me, still rubbing his eyes. "So you're real," he asked/stated.
"Yes," I said. "But that's not the point!"
"Well, if you weren't real then that would mean I'm hallucinating," he explained, as though it were obvious.
"Your point?"
"I don't have one," he said, sounding quite delirious. That was the last thing I needed for him to be.
I shook his shoulders. "Ian, what's the last thing you can remember?"
Ian rolled his eyes. "Waking up. Realizing you're real. Being questioned like I'm some sort of convict!"
I let go of his shoulders. "Okay. You're fine."
"Of course I'm fine. So, what brings you to my room at 2 am in the morning?" He asked nonchalantly, as though half-dressed girls pranced into his room at 2 am in the morning all the time.
As I sat there, I thought it was kind of stupid, having to wake him up just to ask him if last night was all real. I felt kind of silly, so I didn't say anything.
"Amy?"
"Lovely day outside, isn't it?" Why did I say that?
Ian turned to look at me. "Amy, are you alri-
"Did last night really happen?" I blurted out.
He looked at me strangely. "What are- oh. Oh." Ian looked away, then when he looked back at me, he was smiling.
At first he didn't say anything. "Ian, I-
But when he kissed me, I think I knew the answer.
He started out slow, gently, like when we kissed on the balcony last night (which was REAL!). But then the kiss became more intense. He wrapped his arms around my waist and mine were around his neck. Ian didn't taste like what I'd imagined at all; instead of a minty or pepperminty taste, kissing him was like eating chocolate. With the satisfaction, as well- but none of the guilt. Well, maybe a little bit, because of Dan's surely horrified reaction to us.
Us…That word just sounded so strange and foreign to my ears.
"…Us…" I muttered. Then opened my eyes. "Ian, wait,"I said, pulling away.
He half opened his eyes, the opened part focused on my lips. "…Amy…"
"Ian, control your hormones for a second," I said, surprisingly able to be sarcastic even as I was sitting in his lap. "I mean, what's everyone going to say? You and-
"Amy, look at me," Ian said, interrupting me. I looked at him.
"Sometimes you can't think everything out. What, are we going to plan every kiss we do? Are we going to have some silly conjoined name, like Brangelina? What's it going to be, Amian?" I laughed out loud at that. "Let's just…what do you Americans say…go with the flow."
I smiled at that, but let his other words sink in. He was right; what exactly could we do by thinking?
So as we sat there, together, looking out his GIANT window to the HUGE backyard underneath the ENORMOUS sky, we realized we have enough time for everything to workout- enough to fill the GIANT window to the HUGE backyard underneath the ENORMOUS sky.
Fin.
Well, this story is finished...though it took forEVER. If you have any questions, like "did amy and ian get together" go head and ask :P. But nothing like "what happens next" because I'm thinking about a sequel to this.
Ciao!