AN: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to update. And I'll be honest with you - it wasn't that I was busy, or being lazy (well, maybe a bit) but I honestly had complete writer's block for the Ian/Amy. That is, I knew what I wanted plotwise, I just couldn't figure out how to put it into words so that it didn't sound utterly horrible.

Well, anyways, this is what I finally came up with. So, enjoy :)

Amy's POV

"And that's how you organize an account."

I nodded at Maggie as she finished her explanation. It sounded easy enough. Then again, I usually managed to mess up everything if I was nervous.

Maggie seemed to know what I was thinking. "Don't worry, you can ask me questions if you need any help."

"Thanks," I said gratefully.

I started the work, doing exactly as she showed me, occasionally asking a question if I was confused. At first, I concentrated hard on not doing anything wrong, but after a while, when I had already gotten the hang of it, it sort of became tedious and boring.

So I started talking.

"So, you like it here?" I asked Maggie.

"Oh, definitely. I was lucky to get this job. What about you? Do you like it here as an intern?"

"Um, yeah, I guess."

"And Mrs. Palico?" Maggie prodded.

"She seems fine."

"And the other employees?"

"Well, Sabrina was a bit mean."

"To put it nicely."

"I haven't really gotten the chance to talk to anyone else."

"And what about the other intern, Ian?"

There. There it was. The question I was hoping against all odds she wouldn't ask.

"Umm, he's okay. He s-seems sort of, I don't know, f-full of himself." Maggie nodded at my answer, still staring at me expectantly as if she wanted me to say more.

"And I g-guess that he's, well…c-cute?" I said, my voice getting smaller and smaller with each word, the last part coming out as a question.

"Cute? I think he's really good-looking. Well, then again, all the girls do." She giggled, and then looked at me with a sly smile. I didn't like that at all.

"Is that really all you think of him?" she asked. "Come on. I saw the way you looked at him when you first saw him. You looked awe-struck."

Awe-struck? I looked awe-struck? Great. Then he probably thinks I'm going to fall in love with him again. Suddenly I had the urge to march over to his desk and set him straight about everything, internship or no internship, coffee or no coffee. I already hated myself for thinking those thoughts about kissing him - the memory felt hazy, as if I was half-asleep when it happened.

That's the problem. When he's around, it's hard for me to think clearly, to talk clearly - I still remembered that from the hunt. I'd rather hoped that that might have changed, but of course it hadn't. He was too - too - too handsome. And the British accent didn't help. Not that I'd ever admit that to him. And the way he had smiled at me - my stomach couldn't help doing a loop-de-loop when I thought about it. I disgusted myself.

"Amy…Amy, you there? You look dreamy. You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Maggie asked, winking.

My cheeks turned the color of a tomato. "What? No - no, I wasn't." I had looked dreamy? Really? I seriously had to get my facial expressions under control.

"I don't care about him," I said defensively to Maggie's skeptical look. Drat. I totally made it sound like I cared about him.

Just as I was about to desperately change the subject, the phone at Maggie's desk rang.

She lifted it up. "Hello?" She paused for a few moments, listening.

"Yes, Mrs. Palico," she finally said, and hung up. She looked at me. "There's a package down in the lobby. Could you go get it?"

I nodded. Anything to escape the conversation we were having.

After a few minutes, I was already standing at the front desk, waiting for Burt - I had learned that that was the name of the guy at the front desk - to bring the package.

"Hey," a voice said from behind me. "I don't think I ever got your name."

I turned around, only to find the guy I had met on my first day in the elevators. He was even cuter than I remembered.

He flipped his hazel hair out of his eyes as he smiled at me.

I smiled back. "Amy. Amy Cahill."

He shook my hand. "And I never got to introduce myself properly. My name's Kyle Wickman."

"Oh, well…" I began, but I trailed off as soon as I realized I had no idea what to say.

He only stared at me for a few seconds, as if contemplating something, and then started talking. "Are you free on Saturday? " he asked.

The question took me by surprise. "Oh, umm…"

"Because if you were, we could go to this restaurant I know about for lunch, and then after that we could do a few things."

I stared at him blankly. "As in, as in -"

"As in a date," he said.

This guy, Kyle, was asking me out on a date? Me, out on a date? I could hardly believe it.

I think he mistook my surprise for rejection. "Oh, you know, never mind -"

"No, no, I would love to go," I blurted out.

Kyle smiled. "Oh, great. I'll meet you at the Central Park at eleven on Saturday morning."

"That sounds great," I said.

Kyle grinned. "Bye," he said, and then walked off.

Burt suddenly reappeared. "Here's the package," he said, handing it over to me. I took it, and though it was pretty heavy, I practically floated over to the elevators. Kyle had asked me out on a date!

When I reached the fifteenth floor, I arranged my face into a mask of calmness, even though I was burning with excitement on the inside.

I headed over to Maggie. "Oh, she wants you to bring it straight to her," she said after glancing up.

I carried it to her office and managed to knock. The door opened and I walked inside to find Ian standing there and Mrs. Palico sitting at her desk.

"Perfect," she said. "Set it down in the corner."

After having done so, I made to leave. "Wait," she commanded. And of course, like an idiot, I waited.

"Now, I know that usually weekends aren't part of the work week here at Whitman Banks and Financing, but there are just so many papers that need to be sorted, and us being behind - well, you both are going to need to come in this Saturday morning."

The first thing I thought was, Well, I suppose it's all part of being an intern.

The second thing I thought was, Wait, both? I'm gonna have to do this with Ian?

And only then, the third thing I thought was, Saturday? But that's the day of my date with Kyle! This cannot be happening.

"Umm…" I raised my hand tentatively. "Mrs. Palico, could it be Sunday morning?"

"No, it can't. The cleaning's that day. Why?"

"I just h-have something planned on that day, and -"

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to reschedule it. I expect you to be there, Amy."

I nodded miserably. Maybe Kyle and I could just move it. But I didn't even know if I would see him again before Saturday. It was Thursday already. And I didn't have his phone number.

"Ian, do you have any problems with this arrangement?" Mrs. Palico asked. I could tell by the way she said it the question was meant to be a challenge.

" None at all."

Mrs. Palico nodded. "Very well. Saturday morning. Be here at ten."

And then we were excused. She didn't have to say anything - it was sort of obvious with the finality of her tone.

I turned to open the door, but Ian beat me to it. He swung it open and just stood there, holding it to the side. After a few awkward seconds I realized he was holding it open for me.

"Oh, thanks," I muttered, and got out as fast as I could. I set my course directly to Maggie's desk. My cheeks must have still been blushing, because she looked at me a bit funny and asked, "You okay?"

I nodded. Then I sighed as I remembered my dilemma. Of course, when a cute guy asks me out, I have to work on that day. Stupid internship, I thought.

I must have looked really unhappy, because Maggie said, "Oh, well, we all have one of those days where the world seems against us. They can seem like long days, but the next day's always better."

Yeah, I thought, - the next day's bound to be better. And then I added, almost as an afterthought, though I didn't know exactly who I was addressing, Please?

Ian's POV

"And that's how you break up with a girl."

I rolled my eyes as Alex finished his description of how he had dumped his most recent girlfriend. Alex was the closest thing I had to a friend in the workplace, and though he was practically ten years older than me, we still got along alright.

"Fascinating as always, Alex," I stated. Alex didn't fail to notice the sarcasm in my tone.

"Hey, one day, my wisdom will help you along in your life, so heed my words," Alex said, laughing, and then tossed a wadded piece of paper to the trash can. He missed, of course.

Before I had time to react, he glared at me. "Not a word."

I only shook my head, grinning.

Alex decided to change the subject. "So, what do you think of your third summer here?"

"Well, it hasn't really changed much."

"Yeah, I know, right?"

By this time, Alex had retrieved the piece of paper, and, sitting back at his desk, he threw it again. This time it went in.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

He went back to the conversation. "Hey, what about the new intern? You know, Amy?"

The question caught me off guard, and it took me a few seconds to formulate an answer.

"She's…okay."

"I think she's kind of cute. And she totally likes you."

That bit got my attention. "Really?"

"Yeah. You should see the way she looks at you."

I glanced at Amy. She didn't seem to care too much about me. She was doing something on the computer while talking to Maggie. I watched her for a few seconds. Something that Maggie had said had gotten her attention, because she turned to face her. She looked nervous. I swear I could practically hear her stutter.

Then Maggie laughed and said something. Amy seemed to freeze for a few seconds before Maggie snapped her out of her reverie.

"Ian, hello? Yoo-hoo?" Alex said, trying to get my attention back.

I looked at him, slightly embarrassed.

Alex smiled, then said in a singsong voice, "You like her, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes. "I do not." I couldn't help but glance in her direction just as she got up and left the room. I looked away quickly. Thankfully Alex didn't notice.

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do -"

"Excuse me," Sabrina said. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," her tone suggested that she knew she wasn't, "but Mrs. Palico wants to see you, Ian."

I nodded and went directly to her office. After knocking and walking inside, I waited as Mrs. Palico finished writing something.

She finally looked up. "Let us just wait for Amy. She shouldn't be but a minute."

It was seven minutes later, actually, when we heard a knock on the door. I opened it and Amy walked inside, carrying a box.

"Perfect," Mrs. Palico said. "Set it down in the corner."

Amy did so, and then attempted to leave. She was stopped by a sharp "Wait," from Mrs. Palico. She turned back around.

"Now, I know that usually weekends aren't part of the work week here at Whitman Banks and Financing, but there are just so many papers that need to be sorted, and us being behind - well, you both are going to need to come in this Saturday morning," Mrs. Palico stated.

I nodded. I had had to do that more than once. And as much as I had detested working on a weekend, it was all part of being an intern. Then again, I would be working with Amy, and I didn't exactly mind that.

I watched Amy's reaction. At first she seemed only slightly annoyed, but then she became distressed.

Must have something planned, I thought. Sure enough, she started talking.

"Umm…" she raised her hand slowly. "Mrs. Palico, could it be Sunday morning?" she asked.

Mrs. Palico didn't like being questioned. "No, it can't. The cleaning's that day. Why?"

"I just h-have something planned on that day, and -"

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to reschedule it. I expect you to be there, Amy." Amy nodded meekly. She seemed to be done with arguing.

"Ian, do you have any problems with this arrangement?" Mrs. Palico asked me.

I shook my head. "None at all." I could tell that that was what she wanted to hear.

She nodded. "Very well. Saturday morning. Be here at ten."

I could tell the conversation was over. I opened the door, and, remembering my manners at the last minute, held the door open for Amy. She stared at me for a few seconds before it seemed to click that I was waiting for her to pass. She muttered something I assumed was a thank you, and hurried out of the office, blushing all the way.

I shook my head before stepping out and closing the door behind myself. Well, she seems a bit of a nervous wreck, I thought. But I think it's rather cute when - cute? No. Absolutely not. I already went over this, I reminded myself.

It was true. I understood everything now - my thoughts about Amy weren't confusing anymore. The feelings I had, let's say, developed for her when we were both fourteen, were just being transferred by myself to present day. All I had were the memories, not the actual emotions. All the thoughts I'd had about, well, kissing her, and when I thought she was beautiful - well, she is, but that's not the point - were just me remembering the past. But the truth was, I had long moved on. Well, at least, that was what I had told myself. But it seemed my thought process didn't agree with me.

And anyway, it was obvious to me now she hated me. She tried to avoid me, and when we were forced to be together she ignored me as much as possible. I suppose she just didn't know how to show she was angry.

I made my way back to Alex. He looked up at me. "So, what's up?"

I shrugged. "I have to work on the weekend." I sat down and started playing with a pencil, trying to keep my mind strictly off Amy.

Alex nodded. "Ah, well. I suppose it's just one of these days."

"What days?"

"You know, boring ones. But the truth is, tomorrow's probably going to be as boring as today."

I shrugged. Maybe boring wasn't such a bad thing. Yes, I decided. Tomorrow's going to be as boring as ever. And then, almost as an afterthought, I added, Maybe.

AN: Okay, so here it is, just as I promised. That is, I promised it would be here, not that it would be good. :D But anyways, I hope you liked it, and that no one seemed to OOC - the usual. So, what can I say, other then, review!