End of Chapter 4
IAN
Ian was shocked. "Amy? Why would you think that? I wouldn't want to humiliate you". It was the truth. But Amy wouldn't believe him. Would she? She ignored him. "Am, come on". "Don't call me that. Grace – Grace called me that. You could never be like Grace". Ian wrapped his arms around her, ignoring her protests and her struggles to push him away. He was too strong. "Come on, Amy. You need a hug. I know you do. You haven't had a hug in years. No, not from Dan. Not since – not since she died". They both knew he was talking about Grace. "Why, Ian?" Amy sobbed. "What did I do to deserve everyone leaving. Mom. Dad. Grace. Uncle Alistair". Here she paused. "Y-you", she whispered softly. With this, he hugged her harder, burying his face in her hair. Oh great, Ian, he told himself, your plan is going so great. You're not supposed to show any feeling to her.
Chapter 5
AMY
Here she paused. "Y-you", she whispered softly. It felt good. No. Not Ian's arms around her; although that was pretty comfortable. Shut up, Amy; he's just trying to be nice, she thought to herself. No, that's not what felt good; it was her relief. For being able to let everything out. For telling someone. She was confused, though. Why was she telling this to Ian? The guy who didn't care about her? Who she didn't care about? Yeah right, Amy. You care about him. She had nobody; that's why, a voice inside her head argued. Yeah, but that doesn't mean that she should tell Ian, she argued back. She breathed in a last scent of Ian's musky perfume, knowing it was the last time she would be that close to him. Not the first, but the last. But for some reason, she couldn't feel the ache. It's probably because Ian was burying his face in her hair and breathing in and out. She blushed and pushed Ian off. "Um, I-I-an, why were you smelling my hair?" Ugh, why couldn't she just. Stop. Stuttering! Only in front of him she did it. In front of anybody else, she was confidant. Completely confidant. Except for him. Ian went red. Wow, was that even possible…she made Ian…Kabra…blush? "No, no I didn't". "Yes, you were sniffing my hair. If you weren't why was your face in my hair and why were you breathing in and out?" "Well, duh, I need to breathe". "Ian, you know what I mean!"
IAN
"Um, I-I-an, why were you smelling my hair?" You idiot. Now she probably thinks you're a creep…if she didn't already think so. Ian blushed red and started trying to think of an excute. "No, no, I didn't". "Yes, you were sniffing my hair. If you weren't, why was your f-face in my h-hair and why were you breathing in and out?" Aha, I need to breathe, don't I? That's a lame excuse, but still. "Well, duh, I need to breathe?" "Ian, you know what I mean". Yes, she's losing her stuttering. That means she was less nervous. Which means she was more used to him, if that made sense. Why did he even care? Wasn't he just here for the plan against Natalie? No, you aren't, his inner voice said sternly. You know that you love her. "I do not love her", Ian yelled. Amy looked confused, but started giggling. "W-Who don't you love, Ian?" she said through laughs. "Uh, no one". "Okay", she said, looking weirded out. Great, Ian thought to himself, now what does she think of me?". Amy was smiling now, clearly enjoying Ian's embarrassment. "I think we should leave now that you're better", he said, smiling. Why was he being so nice, Amy thought. I hope he doesn't plan on hurting me anymore.
AMY
"I think we should leave now that you're better", Ian said, smiling. Why was he being so nice, Amy thought. She hoped he doesn't plan on hurting her anymore. That was pretty funny though. She wondered who he loved though. Come on, Amy, don't be jealous, she told herself. But she knew it was of no use. She was in love with Ian Kabra and there was nothing she could do about it, was there?
Ian leaned over to pick her suitcase up. "It's not closed", Amy said, but it was too late. Everything spilt over. Amy groaned and began putting everything back into her suitcase, Ian helping her. Suddenly, Ian started laughing. "What", Amy said, confused. "What's so funny?" He held up something that was lying on the ground. Amy went bright red and tried to snatch her bra back from Ian. "Wow, Amy, lace bras. I like this side of you. When do you use those?" Suddenly, Ian realized that awkwardness of his question and blushed a little, but it was nothing compared to how much Amy was blushing. She felt like her face was on fire. "Ian. Give it back". Ian laughed.
IAN
Wow. That was really awkward. I swear was about to die laughing when I saw her face. She tried to grab it back, but he held it. "Wow, Amy, lace bras". I like this side of you. When do you use those?" Oops. He didn't mean for it to sound like that. He blushed. "Ian. Give it back". Ian laughed. "No way. I should really take a picture of this". He got up and ran away towards the kitchen. "I-Ian. Give it back". She got up too and started chasing him. She'll never catch me. That won't even be possible. Suddenly, he heard a yelp. "Ow". Oh no. What happened? "Amy?" No answer. He ran back to where she was and looked down. Amy was on the floor, clutching her leg and wincing. Ouch. "That must hurt. Here lemme help you up" As he bent over, she reached over for the bra and instead, ended up pulling him to the ground. "D-darn it", she said. What? She tried to trick me. No one tricks Ian Kabra. He was on top of her and they were both facing each other, and he suddenly noticed the awkward position they were in.
Amy was on her back on the ground, her red hair spread out under her and Ian was on top of her, perfectly fitting to her. His face was only a couple of inches away from hers. She looked like she noticed the position they were in and went red again. "I-Ian", she whispered. "Yeah?" "Can. You. Get. Off. Me!" she yelled. "Nope", Ian chuckled. Wow, she was annoyed. "You tricked me! So why shouldn't I just lie on top of you? I think I'll just stay here for a while. And go to sleep or something". He turned his head and put it on Amy's face, squishing her face into his hair. "Ian", came her muffled voice from underneath him. "Et of e". "What's Et of me?" He knew she meant to say "Get off me", but he was having too much fun. "You're hurting my nose", she tried to whimper, uncomfortable with the position they were in; she'd been in that position before with him five years ago.
"Sorry". He quickly lifted his face and stared into her eyes. He had never noticed how pretty her eyes were. They were a crystal green and were beautiful. Unfortunately, they were filled with pain that was built up. He could tell. He belt down towards her, both of them staring into each other's eyes. Right as his lips were about to meet hers, she turned her head, tears in her eyes. Ian, you idiot, of course she doesn't want to kiss you again, he told himself. Not after what you did. You made her cry again. He mumbled an apology and got off her, both blushing. He gave her the bra she wanted all along. Her face was bright red when she stuffed it into her bag. But that was one hot bra. Ian, don't be a pervert, he told himself. It was red, and lacey and really, really thin. He tried not to imagine Amy in it. Come on, he groaned. Don't think that way. "Let's go", Amy growled at him, annoyed. "Okay, okay, someone's a little temperamental". "Well, whaddya think. You just squished me to the ground and almost – never mind", she said quickly. She looked a little disappointed, but Ian wasn't sure.
AMY
Oh no. Not again. She would keep falling for him and he would trick her. She had to turn her head away…or she would regret it. She already regretted turning away. She wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world, but she knew it would be useless. "Let's go", Amy growled, trying to mask her confusion. "Okay, okay, someone's a little temperamental". "Well, whaddya think. You just s-squished me to the g-ground and almost – nevermind". Oops. That was embarrassing. She really wanted to kiss him though and was starting to regret her decision. Amy grabbed her bag this time, checking to see if it was closed, and ignoring Ian's chuckle when he saw this. She headed out the door and Ian followed, still laughing. Oops, she forgot to lock the door. She turned around quickly and bumped into Ian, their heads colliding, although he was one or two inches taller than her. They both blushed. "S-sorry. The door". Ian nodded, still red. Why was he embarrassed? Everything embarrassing happened to her. Stuttering. The suitcase. Him on top of her. His warm body touching hers and his minty breath fanning her face as he leaned down, closer, and closer. "Amy, Amy! Wake up!!"
IAN
What is she doing? Ian thought Amy looked a little dazed out. "Amy, Amy! Wake up!" She shook her head, startled and went red again. What was she thinking about? "What were you thinking about?" "N-nothing", Amy said, blushing furiously while locking the door and turning around again to walk back downstairs.
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