OH MY FREAKING NINJAS RIDING GIANT CATS! I have been waiting for this chapter ever since I read the Sword Thief! I've re-wrote it over and over in my head so I really hope it's good. I'm just going to point out that I wrote this at my Grandma's house and they were watching some kind of movie (I don't know what it was) and there was a bar scene on. That will explain the wacky idea.
Disclaimer:
Me: Okay, the time has come.
Natalie: To get me down?
Me: No! To do the disclaimer if you ever want to get down.
Ian: Really? It's the last chapter! Get he down already!
Me: No it's not! And remember, I know your secrets so SOMEONE do the disclaimer!
Natalie and Ian: Bookgirl39 doesn't own the 39 Clues.
Natalie: Jinx!
Ian: Rea-
Natalie: Nope! Gotta wait till some one says your full name!
Ian: *facepalm*
Warning: POV will change a lot.
Amy POV
After the song played there was silence. I don't know how long but it was silent. Voice didn't even play more of her songs. Ian and I just sat there in the quiet, lost in our thoughts.
"THE BOOKS ARE HERE" Voice yelled.
We jumped about five feet in the air, startled by Voice.
"I scared you didn't I?" Voice laughed. "You should have seen yourselves!"
I noticed that she seemed different. Like a kid who's had too much sugar.
"So... when are we getting the books?" I asked.
"Right now." Voice said. But she didn't sound as loud. She sounded like she was right behind me.
I turned around to see a girl, about Dan's age, with brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses standing there. She was holding two red books titled The Sword Thief, jumping up and down, and grinning like crazy.
"Hi! Shocked?" She asked.
"Not really." Ian said and I shook my head. Somehow I always figured that Voice was a kid.
"Well I just decided to bring the books. You aren't going to kill me right? For kidnapping you?" She asked. You would think she would be scared if she thought we were going to hurt her but she was still grinning and bouncing with joy. Must be one heck of a book. I thought.
"No... I think your safe..." I say, giving her a weird look.
"Kay." she said. "I'm going to leave the books here and go back to my lair. My minions and I are going to fix the dream machine while you read." she said looking at Ian who looked a little freaked. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd done.
"Then we're all going to a party. You two, me and my minions."
"Why?" Ian asked.
"Because I want to."
Voice put the books on the table and in the blink of an eye, was gone.
"Well... she was excited." Ian stated. "Now I'm really curious about the book."
"Me too. Must be pretty darn good."
Slowly, I walked over, picked up the book, and started reading.
Dan's POV
At nine the doorbell rang. Standing at the door were five thirteen-year-old girls. "Natalie? You actually came?" I asked.
"Yeah. Is it okay that I brought friends?" She replied.
I looked at her friends. They were pretty hot.
"Enter." I said, letting them in.
Before I even closed the door, my friends, John, Lain, Joey and Cam were there.
"Hey, man! So your sisters aren't home?" John asked. He had an awesome sister but he didn't realize it. Not like I don't like her...
"Nope. Amy's... with her boyfriend I guess… and Nellie's at a party."
"Amy got a boyfriend?" Joey asked. "What did she finally find someone else that lives in the library? Who's the nerd?"
"Would you believe Ian Kabra?"
They all laughed until they noticed that I wasn't joking.
"Ian Kabra? How does she even know him?" Lain asked disbelievingly.
"They same way I know Natalie Kabra." I smirked, knowing that would change the subject.
"So... is Natalie... Here?" Cam asked.
I let them in. "Answer your question?" they walked over to the girls.
"Hello, ladies." John said.
We introduced each other and talked for a while. I learned that Natalie's friends were Alexis, Sophia, E.C., Tori and Emily. Neither of them were my type. All snobs like Natalie but my friends didn't seem to care.
In the next fifteen minutes, girls and guys from my school arrive. Including some of the kids from Amy's school who heard about the party from their siblings. That means I got asked where Amy was about a million times. At first I just told them she was with Ian Kabra and they'd laugh their heads off and ask, "No seriously, where is she?" so I just started making up stories.
By the one million, seventy-nine thousand, one hundred and fifty-second time I was asked there were rumors flying all through the house.
"Did you hear that Amy is with Ian Kabra?"
"No, Dan was joking. She's really working for a secret agency."
"You feel for that, stupid? No I hear she got a job at a night club as a dancer."
"Can you really see Amy in those outfits dancing in front of people? The girl won't even wear a tank top in public and she can't even give a history report without blushing. I heard she went to the library."
Okay so not all my stories were crazy.
Amy's POV
I started reading the book and immediately knew what Voice had wanted. This was about Korea. She wanted Ian to see how badly he hurt me.
With this realization, I looked over at Ian. He'd figured it out too I think. He was staring into space, with the book open, lost in his thoughts.
I almost didn't read it but Voice had been so excited... My curiosity got the best of me.
After we got about halfway though the book. I was blushing like crazy. Ian will never let me hear the end of this. I thought again.
A few pages later it was Ian's turn to blush. (A/N I just had to put this part! It's one of my favorite scenes that isn't AmIan! Buffy rules!)
"AAAAGGHHHHH!"
At the sound of the scream, Alistair barged barefoot out of his room. He raced past Amy, who was being served orange juice in the kitchen.
She followed him outside, with Harold and Dan close behind.
In the distance, Amy heard a violent growl, a rustling from the hedges. Ian burst out of the opening, one shoe missing, running at top speed. "HELLLLLP!"
Behind him was an enormous dog, a mutt that seemed to be part pit bull, part Great Dane, and from the looks of it, part black bear.
"What the-" Alistair said. "STOP! SIT!"
"I can't sit! He bit me on the bum!" Ian shrieked.
"Really?" Nellie said, grinning.
Alistair was limping onto the lawn now, waving his finger at the beast, which hung its head sheepishly and whimpered. "Is this how you greet me on my return, you naughty thing?" Alistair scolded. "Bad dog! Bad, bad Buffy!"
"Buffy?" Dan said.
GRRRRRRR
"Shhh, she's sensitive about her name," Alistair replied.
"I'll sue!" Ian sputtered. "I'll sue you AND the dog. And the country of South Korea. And… and…"
"The landscape architect?" Natalie said.
"The landscape architect!" Ian shouted.
"Buffy is actually a real pussycat," Alistair said, eyeing Ian suspiciously, "unless you surprise her."
"Flowrf! Flowrf!" barked Buffy, throwing a spry of saliva left and right.
"She is sooooo cute!" Nellie said.
"These are handsewn Persian silk!" Ian turned around, revealing a tear in his pants that exposed boxers with pink dollar signs on a white background, then quickly spun back around. "Uh, never mind."
"Sweeet," Nellie said.
"Shut up," Natalie snapped, barely stifling a laugh herself.
I laughed (A/N I hate the words giggle and chuckle. I know giggle would work nicely here but I hate both of those words and refuse to use them.) quietly. When I looked over at Ian his face was red as the book cover. Little did I know, he wasn't embarrassed about the pants.
Ian's POV
Oh my God. I thought as I read the page.
It's a small room, Ian thought, but ugly.
He smiled. An old Kabra family joke.
Ian smiled at that.
The Cahill brother – Dan – was gazing about the musty, wood-paneled room as if he were about to cry.
"For this, you have a murderous, man-eating, killer beast?" he cried out. "To guard a library?"
Amy was looking about the sanctum in awe. "It's… beautiful!"
The girl was modest and thoughtful. How bizarre. So rarely did Ian see these qualities in others – especially during the quest for the 39 Clues. Naturally, he had been taught to avoid these behaviors at all costs and never to consort with anyone who possessed them. They were distasteful – FLO as Papa would say. For Losers Only. And Kabras never lost.
Yet, she fascinated him. Her joy in running up Alistair's tiny lawn, her awe at his piddling cubbyhole – it didn't seem possible to gain so much happiness from so little. This gave him a curious feeling he'd never quite experienced. Something like indigestion but quite a bit more pleasant.
Ah, well. Blame it on the ripped trousers, he thought. Humiliation softened the soul.
I was starting to regret not killing the girl. Joy. I thought. Amy just got to read that as well. Thank you, Captain Obvious. No problem, Sergeant Sarcasm. You do realize you're arguing with yourself and, meantime, Amy's looking at you weird. What?
I looked over at her. The sarcastic voice in my head was right, Amy was watching me. As soon as she saw me look up she looked back at her book. I sighed. Great.
Amy's POV
Did Ian really think that? For Ian, simply noticing those things is big. I thought about getting up to ask him about it but I was afraid that Voice would say something and embarrass us.
"Yes I would, Amy"
I jumped, dropping the book. "W-what the heck?"
I head some muffled sounds and voices in the mic "No, Adri! Why- didn't show her- I have some respect for privacy! Of course Natalie saw! She lives with him so I'm sure- give the mic back! "
Then there was another voice. "Hey Amy, Ian! Amy, I want you to see something- Nic! Please? But it'll be soo- fine…"
Then Voice came back. "Sorry about that. Adriana here wanted to show you something but I believe in respecting people's privacy."
"Since when?" Ian asked, angrily. "You snuck into our houses, kidnapped us, and somehow you got my list!"
"Well to a certain extent at least. Like, for example, I think that, since we have no control over our dreams, certain things that certain boys say while asleep that a certain person recorded doesn't need to be viewed by a certain girl."
Well, of course, now I was curious. "Okay… how did you know what I was thinking?"
"Well, while trying to fix the dream machine we kind of figured out how to use it to hear thoughts. By the way, Ian, if you wanted to kill me you should've when you had the chance."
I looked at Ian. He shrugged.
"Ian, stop acting. She's not buying it. We know you're freaking out inside because you know that today is the day you've been awaiting and dreading for two years."
Now Ian blushed. What was up with him lately?
"Can we read now?"
"Yeah, sorry… and you'll find out soon enough, Amy. One word: 'Lovely'"
I didn't get it but Ian looked absolutely panicked.
Well… back to the book.
Ian's POV
"Lovely" I thought. Of course that's in here. I know what you're thinking and know it's not odd that I remember that one word. That was the moment that I fully realized how - well lovely – Amy is accepted that I liked her. Probably the most important moment in my life. Whatever. Just read the bloody (A/N Yeah, that's right! Ian's still British!) book.
GGRRROOCCCCK…
Ian's knees buckled. The rock outcropping shook the ground, sending a spew of grayish dust that quickly billowed around them.
Shielding his eyes, he spotted Amy standing by the figurine, which was now moving toward her. She was in shock, her backpack on the ground by her feet.
"Get back!" he shouted.
Ian pulled Amy away and threw her to the ground, landing on top of her. Gravel showered over his back, embedding in his hair and landing on the ground like a burst of applause.
His second thought had been that the shirt would be ruined. And this was the shock off it – that his first though had not been about the shirt. Or the coin. Or himself.
It had been about her.
But that was not part of the plan. She existed for a purpose. She was a tactic, a stepping stone. She was…
"Lovely" he said.
I smiled at my character's realization. Man, he was slow. He's you! Well then I was slow? Was? You're insulting yourself you know? Shut up. I'm not talking! Ah! Stupid mental battles.
Amy was staring up at him, petrified, her eyelashes flecked with dust. Ian took her hand, which was knotted into a fist. "Y-y-you don't have to do that," she whispered.
"Do what?" Ian asked.
"Be sarcastic. Say things like 'lovely'. You saved my life. Th-thank you."
Oh, if I'd only spoken up. Told her what I really meant. Would that have made a difference? No…
"My duty," he replied. He lowered his head and allowed his lips to brush hers. Just a bit.
I sighed. "Just a bit." If I'd thought about the fact that it was or first and last kiss it would've been real. I don't think it even counted as a kiss.
I looked over at Amy. She was reading the book, her eyes wide with shock.
And she was about to be reminded of my betrayal.
~~~~~~~Later when they finish because I can't type any more from the book~~~~~~~
Bae Oh's knees crumpled. He propped himself on the edge of the desk, feeling his heartbeat race, as behind him, the music swelled.
I closed the book and looked over at Amy. She was on the last page. I had my fingers crossed that she wouldn't ask about the book. Although, in some odd way, I almost wanted her to. Not the awkwardness but, if I didn't screw up… this could be very good.
Amy closed the book. I waited for a while but she kind of sat there for a while, frozen.
Just when I stood to put the book back on the table she jumped up, ran over and hugged me.
Now, of course I didn't mind but it caught me off guard. When I recovered from the shock I wrapped my arms around her too.
"Was the book telling the truth?" She asked quietly, looking up at me.
I smiled gently at her and took her hand. "Every word, love."
Remember how Voice told us we'd have temporary memory loss? Well at that moment everything from last night came back to me. The stars, the moon, how I was trying to confess but Got all tongue-tied.
Apparently Amy remembered too because she looked me in the eyes and asked, "What were you trying to say last night? I said the moon may be the most beautiful thing and you said 'I wouldn't say that' then... you tried to say something?"
"You really want to know?" I asked, hoping my words wouldn't abandon me now.
Amy nodded. "You really want to know?" I asked again.
"Yes"
"Really?"
"Ian Kabra, just tell me!"
So I leaned in and kissed her. Not like in Korea. A real kiss. Our first real kiss.
When we broke apart she looked at me again. "You still didn't answer my question." she said stubbornly.
I laughed softly. "I know. I just had to do that."
"Can you tell me now?"
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I. Love. You."
I mentally thanked my mouth for working this time.
Amy's POV
"I. Love. You." those words rang in my head over and over. I felt so many things. I felt stupid for not noticing because, when I thought about it, it made perfect sense. How he always seems to watch me, that look in his eyes when I talk to him, those songs Voice played, the fact that he calls me love!
I felt confused. Why? Why me? He has millions of beautiful fangirls and he chooses me. Plain, ordinary, quiet Amy. I mean he's the hottest guy ever and he chooses me?
I felt happy. Duh! Who wouldn't be happy?
Did I love him too?
"Yes you do, Amy"
"Stop scaring me like that! " I told Voice.
"Sorry. I just felt like I had to clear that up for you since we'll be here forever if I let you sort that out by yourself."
Ian was just standing there, confused.
I smiled at him, he instantly looked about a million times happier then before. That's saying something considering he'd just confessed his love to me.
"I love you too." I said.
If he could smile any more, he did. He looked absolutely ridiculous. It was cute.
"My love, you have no idea how long I've wished to hear you say that."
Then I heard one of those sound effects that you see on TV shows. The one where everyone goes "Aww" . Really Voice?
"Yes, really, Amy. Be glad I didn't play anything else. I have that one track that they use for kissing scenes. You know the one of people whistling and cheering and stuff?"
I knew the one. "Okay fine. Please stop though."
"Fine. It's almost lights out anyway. Ten, nine, eight…"
I took the little flashlight out of my pocket.
"…four, three, two, one!"
Lights out. Flashlight on. I knew the routine after three days.
I walked over to my camp of pillows and sat down. Ian sat down next to me.
This time, I didn't make him move.
There you have it! Ian got his Amy, Amy got her explanation, Dan got his party, Voice got her cute pictures and we all got what we wanted! Well… I assume you wanted this… otherwise you probably wouldn't've read this. Let me know if I'm wrong.
Am I the only one who caught that Ian's boxers have dollar signs on them but he's from England. They don't use dollars. Haha, that's the funny part about having American authors. They miss that stuff.
Also, am I the only person who wonders what the family joke is? Any ideas?
Interveiw:
Me: Guess who's back!
Amy: Ian?
Ian: Amy?
Me: Ding ding! Give the lovebirds a prize!
Amy: What are you talking about?
Me: Did you not read the chapter?
Amy: Oh yeah… I almost threw up.
Ian: I liked it…
Me: Why?
Amy: Because I imagined kissing Ian!
Ian: You know you enjoyed that image.
Amy: Are you sure you're not confusing me with yourself?
Me: Oh, I know Ian enjoyed it. *Smirks*
Ian: You know that because?
Me(singsong voice): You aren't denying it!
Ian: Well... no... I didn't...
Amy: Didn't deny it or didn't enjoy it?
Ian: Both?
Amy: By saying that you are denying it.
Me: SO CONFUSED!
Ian: As am I.
Amy: Let's drop the subject. In short: Ian liked the chapter and it made me sick.
Me: Thank you, Amy! That's it for now!
Director dude: CUT!
Me: By the way, sorry. I thought it was finished when I posted it but it wasn't. I deleted it and am replacing it with this.