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Romeo and Juliet's Curse
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I hope u enjoy this chap.
Ian's POV
Amy stared, unblinkingly, at me, waiting for me to go on.
"But I can't tell you." I finished.
Amy frowned. "Why not?"
"Because you'd hate me much more than you do now." I slightly smiled at the irony.
Amy sighed, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. It was a few seconds before she finally opened her eyes. "I don't hate you, Ian, I'm just...hurt. And anyways, what do you care. I'm just another girl to use for her secrets. I'm not even pretty." I frowned. She was pretty. She had sparkling green eyes, tan skin, long reddish brown hair, and a smile to die for.
"Amy... never say any of that again in your entire life. Ever. You are pretty. And I would never, ever, use you again. I really do like you." Liar. I did use her. I'm using her again. And I didn't like her. I loved her. But it was Romeo and Juliet's curse. The course of true love never did run smoothly, Shakespeare had said. Now nothing seemed more true. It hurt to see Amy's elated face when I told her that, but I forced a look of sincerity. She smiled as she leaned forward and did something I never expected her to do again. She kissed me. When she pulled back, she was grinning like a Chesire Cat. I grinned back, a real one. My mood was considerably better. I hugged her tightly.
Then I sighed. "Amy.. I feel compelled to tell you how your parents died." I glanced at her expectant face, then pinched the bridge of my nose. "Amy, on the night your parents died, my mother was there. Unfortunately, it wasn't a coincidence. She was the one who set your parents house on fire. She killed our parents." Amy was silent. I winced at the obviously thick tension. "I'm so, so, so sorry, Amy." I quietly said, breaking the awkward silence. I leaned forward to brush a lock of hair from her face, then decided against it. She probably hated me. Again. And this time there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe I shouldn't have told her, but strangely, I felt sastifyed. I didn't have to keep feeling a sense of silent remorse towards her.
Amy looked up, tears brimming her eyes, but a sad smile on her tanned face. "What are you saying sorry for, Ian? It's not your fault your mom killed my parents. Just 'cause you're related doesn't mean you'll make the same choices she did. There's always a choice in your life. It's up to you to make the right one, or learn from your mistakes." I stared, suprised at the honesty and wisdom of her words. I smiled softly at her. She wrapped her arms around my torso, enveloping me in a gentle hug that I was all too happy to return. Suddenly the tent flapped open. "Um.. hey Amy, look I, GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Amy and I instantly broke apart and stared at the person who had spoken.
Amy looked up to see a blond haired boy, whose regularly cheerful blue eyes now seemed as cold and hard as ice. " Why in the world would you be hanging out with this... this ENGLANDER!!!!! Not to mention hugging him. You shouldn't even be talking to him!!! Don't you remember what he did to you last time, Amy?!"
I sneered. "Is that the best you can come up with, you pathetic excuse for an American, much less a man!? You make me sick."
Zane and I glared at each other, I stood up and reached inside my pocket for my precious silver dart gun. It would have been such a shame to waste its contents, especially when they had been made especially for Zane.
Suddenly Amy stood up. She rolled her eyes, a half smile gracing her lovely features. "Boys," she muttered "Always so violent." She flipped her hair over her shoulders, then walked over to me. "I'm gonna go talk this out with him. See ya later." She smiled and kissed my cheek. Over her head, I saw Zane scowling, burning in oh-so obvious jealousy. I smirked. Amy turned, and with one last wave, was gone. I could hear her screaming at Zane that it was her life, and her choices, even after a few minutes. Suddenly, the tent flap opened again, and in stormed my younger sister Natalie. In the short time I had talked to Amy, she had changed her hair and outfit. She wore black dress pants with a blue blouse. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her usually brown eyes were red with rage.
"Ian Damon Kabra... WHY THE HECK WERE YOU HUGGING THAT PATHETIC, POOR, AMERICAN ORPHAN!!!!" She screamed at me. Crap. She had seen me. I flicked a piece of dust off my jacket and shrugged. She snarled. "Have you forgotten about your pretty little girlfriend Rosalie?" I flinched. I had totally forgotten about the blonde haired, blue eyed girl I had once dated. Then I smirked, remembering what had happened last summer. "Ah, but dear Natalie, I don't date her anymore. We broke up over the summer. Apparently, she was moving to Italy, and didn't want to be restrained by someone she so obviously didn't 'connect well with'." I used air quotes around the words 'connect well with'. I hadn't remembered because I don't like to remember bad things that happen to me. I've heard it gives you wrinkles, not that I know, of course.
Then I winked at my sister. "And how do you know that I'm not using Amy, darling sister?" It was a total lie. I did promise Amy.... but she forgave me once... and there are such things as third chances. Right? Besides, my mother had said if I screwed up again, I'd be disowned. And what was the point in wooing a girl if you were dirt poor? Not to mention, as a poet once said, 'Hell hath no fury like Isabel Kabra's anger', or something like that. Besides, if diamonds were a girl's best friend, I'd buy the whole lot of them, if Amy would forgive me again.
Natalie scowled. "You'd better, Ian. I'd hate to see Father and Mother disown you. It would be such a pity..." She turned and began walking out. As she was about to walk outside, she turned casually and said, "Oh, and don't forget. This afternoon. 5 'o' clock sharp. Don't mess it up, or you'll be the first Kabra to be considered FLO." As soon as she walked out, I groaned, closed my eyes, and put my head between my knees. My head hurt. About 10 minutes later, I heard someone enter, but I did not look up. They put their hand on my head and stroked my hair. I looked up and felt my heart break. Amy.
She smiled. "Hey... you ok?" I mustered up a smile.
"Yeah, I just have a headache."
She nodded, and put her head on my shoulder. I sighed. Showtime. "So... Amy... since we're 'together' in a sense of the word... I thought we should discuss our clues." She frowned.
"I g-guess... and you promised, so maybe.. yeah, sure. Why not?" She smiled. I inwardly groaned.
"Great... Meet me near Crystalline Lake. At 4:55." Enough time to finish the plan. It should take about 5 minutes to get to the lake from the campsite, so we'd arrive just in time. I just hoped Amy would forgive me.
1 Hour Later
Amy sat down on the grass while I leaned against a rock. A line of parked cars stood near the cliff above the ocean. It was unfenced, so you could just Amy grinned. " Ok, so we've found water, silk, myrrh, tungsten, iron solute, melted amber, gold, and aloe. What about you?" I flinched, then sighed. "Wha- Oh. I made a list, it's in that Silver Lamborghini Gallardo." Amy blinked.
"The what?"
I would've snickered, but I just wasn't in the mood. "The silver car." She nodded and got up, and walked towards the car. I longed to yell not to go, that it was a trap. But once glance at Natalie's expressionless face, hidden behind a tree in the forest near the lake, stopped me. Once Amy was inside, I jogged up to the car and closed the door. Amy's face had a mixture of confusion and fury, as she noticed the three other people in the car; Netty(I think), Zane, and Dan. Natalie stepped out and pressed a button on the remote she had been holding. The car beeped, and a clicking sound was heard. It was locked. Amy furiously pounded her fists against the window in an attempt to get out. I turned away. It hurt so much. Two men walked out of the bushes.
I didn't turn around. "Where's Mother?" I asked Natalie in a numb tone.
She frowned. "She wouldn't ruin her Louis Vuitton dress by standing in a forest. She's in the Black Mercedes." Natalie then started rambling on about how lucky she was, and how her Gucci pants and Ralph Lauren top were new, but ruined forever.
"Silence, Natalie." A silky British accent almost identical to Natalie's commanded. Mother.
"Say your goodbyes, children. This is the last time you'll see the Cahills." She laughed coldly. I unhappily turned around to see Amy's tearstained face pressed against the back window. I took a deep breath. She's just another girl. An FLO. I will not become an FLO!!! I thought furiously.
Mother stepped forward, until she was face to face with Amy. "I told you, you should've listened. You could've been great." she murmured. Then she stepped back, and with a flick of her hand, the two men walked towards the car, until they were right in front of the car. Then with a great heave pushed the car into the lake. The last thing I saw was Amy's mouth open, and tears streaming down her face. Then I turned around, so no one would see the single tear fall down my face. I'm sorry, Amy.
So, not my best work I'm sure. Sorry. Btw, does anyone know if they chose the cast for The 39 Clues movie? If they haven't, where are they holding auditions? Thanks. I'll update sooner. I promise. PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!
