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TrueJackVP408: Hey, thanks! Lol, can you give me some tips to make Ian more in character? I wasn't sure what to do, I think I changed him a bit, because I don't want him to seem like a jerk
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SummerThief: Thanks so much! Wow, I like him mean better, too…there's no drama when he's nice…it's too fluffy if you know what I mean…I hope you like this chapter
End of Chapter 7
Amy started whimpering quietly and Ian turned around, frowning. "Why are you still on the ground?" He then saw her face and his eyes widened. He bent down quickly and took her shoe off.
She groaned again clutching at her ankle and he began examining it and sighed in relief.
"Don't worry…it's just sprained slightly…it'll be better by tomorrow morning"
"W-well what about now", she glared.
"Let's see if you can walk", Ian replied, reaching out his hand. She pushed it away.
"I can do this on my own". She stood unsteadily and walked two steps, before she cried out in pain, falling back down into Ian's arms.
"Really, Amy? You can?" Ian asked, chuckling. "You won't be able to walk". Then he started smirking. "Ok. I guess I'm going to have to carry you".
"N-no way", Amy said, a nervous look creeping onto her face.
"Too bad. Do you want to stay out all day?"
Amy looked like she was debating. She frowned while she was thinking. Ian sighed and bent down to pick her up.
"N-NO, Ian…I don't need you to help me".
"Too bad, love…I'm carrying you anyway". With an easy hoist, he lifted her up into his arms, bridal style".
Amy was bright red by this time and was trying not to get comfortable, but Ian's arms were just so sturdy and strong. In a couple of minutes, they reached the house again…
Ian looked down and smiled softly. Amy was fast asleep in his arms.
Chapter 8:
As Ian walked Amy inside the house, Amy woke up with a startled gasp. When she saw his face, her eyes widened.
"I-Ian, what are you doing?"
"Love, you fell asleep in my arms…"
Amy blushed red. "I Thought I told you not to call me love", she said, fiercely.
She jumped out of Ian's arms and continued walking with him to the rooms.
"I brought your suitcase in, Cahill…you can um, change in the bathroom if you want".
"Okay", Amy agreed. "Which one is my room?"
"Didn't I tell you? We're sharing a room…"
"WHAT? You were serious about that? Ian, I'm not sharing a b-bed with you?"
Ian smirked. "Okay, love, would you like to sleep on the floor?"
Amy growled. "N-no, fine I'll sleep with you…I mean on the same bed as you". She blushed again and he chuckled.
"I like your humor, love"
"S-stop calling me that…", Amy said, annoyed at her stuttering…why did he do this to her?
Ian changed in the room, while Amy brushed her teeth bathroom attached to it. When she was done, she walked out. She yelped and went red. There was Ian, standing in his room, shirtless.
"I-Ian! Put your shirt on", she stuttered, embarrassed.
Ian chuckled. "Love, I sleep shirtless…"
"You're kidding, right?" Amy asked dryly.
Ian laughed and nodded his head, pulling a vest on.
Amy sighed inwardly…why did she suddenly feel a disappointment when he put his shirt on…
"N-now can I change?" Amy asked.
"Sure, love", he said in a silky voice.
She blushed; she was trying to make herself stop liking that British accent of his, but it was so pure and gentle. Instead, she just pushed Ian out, locked the door and changed into her clothes.
"R-ready" Amy stuttered, finished. She was extremely embarrassed at what she was wearing. A pair of short shorts and a tank top is fine when sleeping on your own, but when sleeping with a complete stranger…
Ian walked into the room and his eyes widened.
"Whoa", he whispered, running his eyes down Amy.
Amy went red, ignoring his comment.
"St-stop staring at me, Cobra".
Ian looked up at her face, this time going red himself.
"Sorry", he muttered.
He climbed onto the bed and motioned to Amy to come and join him.
She hesitated. "D-do you think the floor is comfortable?"
Ian started laughing. "No, love, it's made of wood".
Amy sighed, still red and climbed into the bed, staying as far away from him as possible.
Ian sighed; she was making the situation even more awkward by trying to make it less awkward, if that made sense?
Amy pulled the blanket over her bare arms…she was feeling extremely uncomfortable with what she was wearing and was still embarrassed of walking in on Ian, shirtless.
"Goodnight, Cobra", she joked around.
Yes, thought Ian. She's not as nervous around me as she was before.
"Goodnight, love".
Amy went red again and turned to face him. "Please…stop calling me that?"
He looked her in the eyes. "I hurt you, didn't I?" he asked, regretting the way he treated her in Korea.
She looked down at the blanket and nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Why are you so shy, Amy?"
She looked up at him again, half angrily, half regretfully.
"W-what do you think, Cobra; everyone in my life has left m-me".
Ian winced at the name Cobra. It made her sound like she hated him. He hated seeing her so sad and suddenly got an idea.
"Want me to tell you a secret?" he whispered to Amy.
"S-sure, if you want".
He scooted over to where she was lying down, frowning at the way she tensed, like she was scared. He didn't want to see her scared of anyone, especially him.
He bent over to whisper in her ear, ignoring the way she shivered at his touch.
"W-what?"
"This, love".
With those two words, Ian started tickling her sides.
"Ha-haa, Ian, s-stop it", she screamed, trying to stop laughing.
"Nope, can't stop love, it's funny".
Amy continued laughing and clutching at her sides.
"P-please", she begged and he finally stopped and smiled, moving back to his own side.
She was happier now.
She laid there, her eyes sparkling, still red because of the contact she had with him, but giggling at the same time.
"T-that wasn't funny, Ian".
He just smiled and learned over to pat her head. She flinched, nervous and he moved back quickly.
"S-s-sorry, it's hard to be too close to someone…you never know what'll happen".
Ian went red at this…she wasn't accusing him, but they both knew he hurt her.
Instead, he just smiled and let it go. The past was the past and for now he would just focus on those two days.
"Night, Cahill"
"You're a Cahill, too", she whispered, remembering their conversation a long time ago.
He smiled and they both fell into a peaceful sleep, secretly waiting for the morning.
Ehh, I thought that chapter was too cheesy, but I sort of had writer's block…tell me if you like it, tell me if you don't…some of you preferred Ian as meaner, like me (it's more realistic), but some like Amian moments…so just review and I'll see what to change in the next chapter.