THANKS TO ALL MY REVIEWERS, FAVE STORIES/AUTHOR ADDERS, AUTHOR/STORY ALERT PEOPLE AGAIN
For my other stories, I've never written back to reviewers in the story, but I'm starting to have fun doing it so I guess I'll continue and you guys can PM me if you want if you have any suggestions…or you can review it whatever suits your needs
XxLuckystar57: Thanks for reviewing again…I was trying to make it dramatic, but not too dramatic so I guess I must have done pretty good to get two reviews from you so thanks. I actually updated all 6 chapters in one day!! I was really excited for this story! PS. Be expecting a lot of replies back :) for the reviews you sent me. And thanks, yes, I do know how to work it haha, and, she's still going to be wearing something, not actual pajamas but still clothes!! I know, a hug from Ian, I wish I was Amy lol
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TrueJackVP408: Thanks :) And whoa, you were my 2nd reviewer…cool! Don't worry, Ian gets nicer once you read this chapter…he's just scared of getting betrayed too, you'll find out later, ps, I love your singsong voice! "he's so mean, he's so fine, he can really blow my mind he's Ian he's Ian he's Ian Ian Ian" I'm lolling right now…legitly…And thanks for adding me to Story Alert
End of Chapter 5
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.
Chapter 6
IAN
OK, who was she thinking about? Probably a guy. OK, way to be jealous, Ian. Ian shook his head. He didn't even know if she was thinking of a person. Let alone a guy. Amy was affecting him way too much. "Amy, get ready for the ride of your life". Amy looked confused. Then she saw the Porsche. "Oh boy", Amy said, looking a bit nervous. She looked so cute when she was nervous. OK, shut up Ian, the boy told himself, angrily. What if you accidentally say it out loud, like last time. He opened the door for her, trying to be polite. Instead, she nudged him aside and held it open herself, sliding in and shutting the door. He shrugged. It would take some time to get used to his kindness after their history together. He went around to the front of the gleaming car and opened the door. The black leather seats were impressive, even for an old generation Porsche. Ian was a classic; he admitted it to himself. He loved older generation cars and could be very polite and cordial, unlike American teenage boys. He looked at Amy, who was uncomfortably trying to hold her suitcase in her lap. Oops, he muttered to himself. "Sorry, Am, I mean Amy, I forgot to put that back". He leaned over and heaved her small suitcase into the back seats, while being careful not to hit the ceiling of the car. "Did you bring enough clothes for the trip? You know how long you're staying, right?" "Y-yeah, like I have any choice in staying or not", she muttered. Ian chuckled at her annoyance.
"Ready for the ride. Ready…set…go!". He sped the car up to about 60 miles per hour and weaved in and out of traffic, determined to get to his little house in New Jersey. He sometimes preferred his big mansion in England, but he liked the coziness of the little cottage. That reminded him of his bed situation. He turned to tell Amy, but was shocked at her expression. Instead of screaming and having fun, her face was pale and she was clutching at the edges of her seat. He immediately slowed down, concern etched on his face. What was wrong with her? She was never afraid of car rides. Then he looked at his speedometer and felt a little guilty. He didn't realize he was driving at 80 miles an hour. "Sorry, Amy". "It-it's fine", she said breathlessly, her green eyes afraid. Slowly, the color returned into her cheeks and her eyes regained that sparkle he lo – admired. Ian, don't push it, he told himself. "Um, Amy. I kind of have a problem. I only have two beds at my apartment; one small and one king size". Amy looked confused. "It's ok. I can sleep on the Queen sized bed with Natalie". She was going to be mad. "Well, um, Natalie has the small bed and never wants to share". Her eyes widened. "Um, pl-please tell me you are joking". "Nope, sorry, I wish I had some couches or something, but our furniture hasn't moved in yet because we just moved to the apartment and Isabel and Vikram don't stay with us".
It hurt not calling them mum and dad, but they weren't real parents. Ian could see the sorrow in Amy's eyes when she heard him call them Isabel and Vikram, but then she realized what he just said. "What? Ian, I am not sl-sleeping in the same be-bed as you". "What can you do? None of us can sleep on the floor; I would have clearly obliged if we had a sleeping bag or something, but our house is so tiny it can't fit anything. I preferred a small cozy house instead of a large mansion; it's more family-like". Amy smiled at him. "Aw that's so sw-sweet". She then thought of something and turned her face away and looked out the window. She was muttering something under her breath.
Ian tried to hear what she was saying and could barely make out her words. It sounded like she was muttering, "Can't love him, can't love him…" He had a sense of guilt. He must have really hurt her if she was trying to convince herself not to love him. He could have chosen to say something about it or laugh at her, but didn't; instead he just turned to the road again and continued driving. In about half an hour, they had reached the house. He parked into the driveway of the tiny cottage set by a big lake. Ian hadn't looked at Amy the whole ride, but turned to look at her. When he did, he smiled. Amy was fast asleep on the armrest. Her hair sprawled out again and her eyes closed gently. Her lips turned up in a small smile and she looked peaceful for once. Ian didn't want to wake her up so he just watched her. Her skin looked so soft and smooth and her silky hair looked so appealing. He reached out hesitantly and stroked her cheek. She stirred a little so he yanked his hand back, but continued to watch her. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. His ringtone was Smile by Lily Allen, one of the most popular singers in England and America at the time. He hurried to switch it off after seeing it was his mother calling, but Amy had already gotten up.
AMY
Amy stirred from her sleep at the sound of music playing in the background. Huh, where am I, she wondered to herself. Then, she saw Ian. He was hurriedly turning his cell phone off. Was she sleeping? Oops. He was probably waiting for her to wake up. Her cheek felt surprisingly tingly. Hmm, it was probably just cold. "S-sorry Ian", she said, apologetically, looking at him. "Nice r-ringtone by the way".
"It's alright…I didn't want to wake you up anyway…you looked really peaceful. Anyway, Come on in, we can discuss the erm…bed situation when you see Natalie. Oh no! I forgot to tell you the plan…well, here's the basic plan…we have to act like a couple, extremely sappy so Natalie gets really annoyed and agrees to stop pranking me. Or…that could make her prank me more…but we'll see… "Um, okay, only fake couples right?", she asked quietly. She was a little worried about what she would have to do with Ian.
"Yes, that's correct…And Amy, um, this may seem really awkward, but we are going to have to kiss…again". Her eyes went wide. Kiss? Again? No! She didn't want to fall for him again…not after what happened. He wouldn't leave her, but after the five days finished, she would just be alone again after her this. "What? NO! We can't! W-Why do we have t-to? I can't kiss you!" Ian looked a little hurt at her revulsion. It wasn't that kissing him disgusted her; she just didn't want to get hurt again. "Sorry, but Natalie is extremely hard to fool, and she thinks I'll have to be faking, but if I kissed you, she would have to believe it!" In truth, Amy was a little worried about what would happen…she kissed Ian before, but not really, just a brush of the lips…what would it be like now?