Hey guys! I totally forgot my order so I'm just posting at random until I get time to figure out my order again.
I don't own the 39 Clues, Black Ops, or cicada-lympics (well… I partially own it. Me, my friends Adriana Danielle and Rebecca, my brother and his friends and I guess even his friend's brother. We all kind of made it up…)
LONGER-ISH CHAPTER!
Amy's POV
Hello again! Now, I know you're all dying to know what happens with Isabel but I'm telling this now.
"Ready?" Dan asked.
I raised my tennis racket, "Do it." I told him.
Dan kicked the soccer ball towards the tree, holding his racket tightly.
The ball hit the tree with a CRASH!
Dan and I waved our weapons around wildly, aiming for our attackers; about a hundred cicadas.
"ONE!" Dan shouted as one black insect was smashed into the side of his racket.
I swung mine and hit a bunch. "FIVE!"
"How do you have five? Liar!"
"Use the racket part, Dan!"
"Oh..."
Eventually the swarm was all on the ground, dead. So Dan kicked the ball again and about two thousand more cicadas flew out.
And I was standing too close to the tree.
"Yo, sis, you have like seven of them on you." said Dan who was standing behind me.
"Yuck!" I started jumping around trying to shake off the bugs.
My weird dance just seemed to attract more cicadas so I waved my racket around, backing up to get away from the swarms.
Then I hit something that definitely wasn't a cicada.
"Ow! Love, what are you doing?"
"Oh my God! Ian I'm so so so sorry! The bugs are just... Everywhere..." I explained.
He laughed. "It's fine and I've noticed all the cicadas. The question is, why are you two chasing them?"
"We do this every summer with mosquitoes but this is a cicada year so we thought this'd be fun." I explained. "But Dan told me that there were some on me so I was trying to get them off."
He looked me up and down and walked in a around me. "Ian... What are you doing?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Well they're gone now." he reported. "Or Dan was messing with you."
"Ian, don't be checking out my sister!" Dan said, protectively.
Ian blushed, weather it was because he'd just been caught or because he just realized how weird it must've seemed, I don't know. [What was that? Yes, yes I do think that.]
"Dan, were there really cicadas on me?" I asked.
"No but it was funny." He replied, and then he turned around and went back to killing bugs. There were about five on his back.
"Should we tell him?" Ian asked.
"No," I said. "but now it's your turn." I handed him a racket.
"Pardon?"
"Hit the cicadas."
"No thank you…" he tried to give me racket.
"It's not an option. We need get of them."
He sighed and muttered something about disgusting bugs.
As disgusting as he may think they are, he definitely won. The guy knows how to use a tennis racket. [I don't even want to know what that's supposed to mean…]
After an hour or so we got tired and compared scores.
"Forty-seven." Dan said.
"Eighty-three." I reported.
"A hundred and nine." Ian said, checking his shirt for cicadas.
"Dude, no way!" Dan said, shocked "Do you, like, play tennis or something?"
"I'm kind of the captain of the tennis team at school…" he replied, still examining for bugs.
"That would explain it. We could use you more often for the mosquitoes."
"Umm… no thank you. I don't really like bugs…" Ian said, still focused on his clothes.
"That's why we're smashing them!" Dan told him. "For Gideon's sake, there's none on you!"
"Wish I could say the same about you." I told him.
"What are y- Aw man!" he started shaking off the insects while Ian and I watched in amusement.
"Did I look that stupid?" I asked.
I thought about this and smirked. "You looked sexier."
I slapped the back of his head.
"What was that for?"
"For being weird." I answered. "And I put a cicada shell in your hair."
He shook his head violently. "Well you take compliments well!"
"I'm kidding! I wouldn't pick up of those nasty things!"
"Well, you actually do have one of your head." He noted.
"Very funny, I'm not falling for it."
Buzz! Click, click, buzz!
"Gross!" I swatted at the cicada.
"What's gross?" Dan asked, suspiciously, walking over "What did Ian say?"
"There's a bug in my hair!" I informed him, still shaking my head.
"Oh, good." Dan sighed.
"Good?" I asked.
"Well I thought it was worse…"
Ian sighed, rolled his eyes and pulled a buzzing black bug out of my hair by it's wings. "Got it."
"Thank you!" I sighed.
"Well, that was a fun day!" Dan announced as we walked back to our house.
"You guys have an odd idea of fun." Ian said.
"Maybe, but you have to admit, it's amusing." I noted.
"I suppose-" Ian started. Mwahahahahahaha
Ian's eyes widened. For a second he looked scared but quickly covered it up and picked up his phone.
"Interesting ringtone…" Dan stated.
"For a very interesting person." Ian muttered.
"Hello?" he said "How did you get my new number? That traitor… No I do not wish to speak with you! Isa- can we not talk about this now? Yes she is. No. You. Can't." Ian's voice suddenly sounded dangerous "I don't care! I'm not going to- you horrid bitch!"
I glared at him and motioned to Dan who looked highly amused by the conversation.
"Sorry" he whispered "No, not you and you don't know where- I'll have to kill that man. I swear if you are having the slightest shadow of an inkling of a thought about- no I am not stealing you words! How do you even remember- okay, fine just don't hurt her! Really? How cliché. I am being a smart mouth and I don't give a- well she hung up on me…" He muttered.
"What was that about?" I asked.
He looked startled like he just realized Dan and I were there. "Oh, hello... umm that was just someone from the stronghold…"
I sighed. I can tell when I'm being lied to normally but Ian can usually (or used to) make me believe it. I didn't buy this but I knew he wouldn't tell me.
"Who was that? Who's getting hurt? You're actually going to kill someone?" Dan started bombarding Ian with questions.
"You heard all that?"
We nodded.
"Very well… I must get going. Homework due tomorrow… See you later." With that he took off.
"He's obviously not doing homework." I said.
"Why do you say that?" Dan asked.
"He got out of school last week!" I said.
"Oh."
When we walked in the house Nellie immediately checked for cicadas again. She always made sure we didn't have bugs on us after last time. Trust me; you do not want a mosquito to lay eggs in your house.
"You're clean. What was the record?" Nellie asked.
"One oh nine." I told her.
"Who got that?" she asked, clearly amazed.
"Ian. He actually plays tennis so he had an advantage." Dan grumbled.
"How did you get Ian Kabra to play with insects?"
"Amy has snake charming skills if you know what I mean." Dan informed her.
"I thought we agreed we'd stop calling him a snake!" I protested.
"Sorry, habit…" Dan muttered. "Anyway, I hear Black Ops calling my name so, later."
"He's addicted to that-"
"What's bugging you?" Nellie cut me off. Dang, she can read me like a book. "It's Ian isn't it? God, I hate that kid. Just say the word and I can make him disappear from the face of the planet, kiddo."
"You told me you guys wouldn't hate him anymore!"
"That was before he- what did he do again?"
"He was just – and this is going to sound really familiar – he was acting really weird."
"Oh no." Nellie said. "Not this again. Amy, I think Cupid is out to get you."
"No, no not cheating weird. Like, Cahill weird."
"Well he is a Cahill and all of you guys are weird."
Right… I thought. It's kind of weird thinking about the fact that your boyfriend is, in a way, related to you. [No, you wouldn't, Ian. If we were close cousins you would not still love me but that's sweet anyway.]
"Why is my life to a point where that doesn't offend me?" I asked. "And, technically, you're a Cahill now too."
"Whatever, what exactly do you mean by 'Cahill weird'?"
I told her everything about the phone call and she came to one conclusion.
"I don't think he lied." She explained. "It sounds like a branch issue to me. My guess is he was just stressed from the phone call and didn't have time to think up a real reason to leave."
"I guess you're right." I said. Nellie's always right.
Little did I know, Nellie couldn't have been more wrong.
Okay, I almost had Amy follow Ian but that would basically kill the plot entirely.
I'm gunna put the conversation between Isabel and Ian here just cuz it's fun.
Ian: Hello?
Isabel: Hello, son.
Ian: How did you get my new number?
Isabel: Your assistant, Carter I think, told me.
Ian: That traitor…
Isabel: Anyhow, the reason I'm calling; I wish to speak with you.
Ian: No I do not wish to speak with you!
Isabel: Let me rephrase that, I have to speak with you.
Ian: Is- can we not talk about this now?
Isabel: Is the girl with you?
Ian: Yes she is.
Isabel: Can I speak with her?
Ian: No. You. Can't.
Isabel: We have important matters to discuss!
Ian: I don't care! I'm not going to-
Isabel: Do it or your precious girlfriend pays the price.
Ian: You horrid bitch!"
Isabel: Is that anyway to talk to your mother?
Ian: Sorry
Isabel: Really?
Ian: No, not you and you don't know where-
Isabel: Carter told me where you live as well.
Ian: I'll have to kill that man. I swear if you are having the slightest shadow of an inkling of a thought about-
Isabel: Oh now you're just using my words.
Ian: No I am not stealing you words!
Isabel: I remember saying that to you once.
Ian: How do you even remember-
Isabel: Not the topic! Meet with me tonight or else.
Ian: Okay, fine just don't hurt her!
Isabel: Okay, midnight at that old drugstore in town.
Ian: Really? How cliché.
Isabel: Don't be a smart mouth!
Ian: I am being a smart mouth and I don't give a- well she hung up on me…
The end.
Interview:
Me: *yawn* Yeah, yeah y'all know the drill.
Amy: Ewww! I HATE cicadas
Ian: Agreed. But hitting them does sound fun…
Amy: I'll suggest it to Dan. How does it work, bookgirl39? Bookgirl39?
Me: ZZZZZZ
Ian: *pokes obnoxiously*
Me: VESPERS! What that heck? Ian!
Ian: Sorry…
Director dude: *yawn* CUT!