My second entry! Tell me which you think is better...

"Dude!" Amy cried indignantly, trying to shove her way out of the closet.

"No, you need a time out!" Dan protested, shoving his sister back into the small space.

With a push, Dan shut the door tight in Amy's face, causing her to fall on her butt.

"Oomph," Amy said, the wind getting knocked out of her.

"Now why exactly am I in a 'time out'?" she asked, pounding on the door angrily.

Dan's voice sounded thin coming from the other side of the door. "You broke my Nintendo!"

"You're such a dweeb!" she called back angrily, thinking of the stupid blue game system she had accidentally dropped in the kitchen.

"But the meeting starts in five minutes!" Amy yelled, thinking of the Cahill meeting Mr. McIntyre had called to discuss the hostages.

Dan mumbled something unintelligible, probably telling her to get over it, before leaving.

Great, so now I'm stuck in a closet with nothing to do, Amy thought, scooting into the corner of the pitch black closet. No light, nothing to do, and no one to talk to. Even my phone is dead!

The time passed slowly, but it was hard to tell in the eerily dark and quiet closet.

Suddenly, the door opened, letting in a sliver of light. "Get in the closet!" Dan's voice shouted, shoving someone else into the coat closet.

Ian fell on the floor with an indignant, "Hey!"

"Hullo, Ian," Amy said glumly.

"Well, hello, Amy. What are you doing in here?" Ian asked, obviously still fuming from being shoved into a closet by a thirteen year old.

"I accidentally broke his Nintendo gaming thing. Stupid, really, but he made me sit in this closet for the past who-knows-how-long. So why'd he lock you in here?" Amy told him.

"He said he put me in here because, and I quote, 'My British-ness was messing up the aura of the meeting room'," Ian said, sounding as though he was rolling his eyes.

Amy giggled.

"What?" he asked.

"You just sound so funny, saying something informal like 'British-ness'!" Amy laughed, wishing that she could see his face in the pitch black.

Ian laughed lightly. "I guess I do sound a bit odd," he said.

They sat in a bit of an awkward silence until Amy exploded out, "I am so bored!"

"Agreed," Ian said.

"We could play, um, truth or dare, or something?" Amy suggested.

"That's possibly the most cliché thing I've ever heard in my life," he said.

Amy blushed, and was happy that he couldn't see her in the darkness.

"Well, do you have a better idea?" she snapped.

Ian thought for a moment. "No," he admitted, moving over to sit next to her. "But don't we need at least three people for truth or dare?"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and Sinead was pushed in the closet.

"Daniel Arthur Cahill, I'm gonna murder you as soon as I get out of here!" she shouted, not noticing her two companions.

"Hey, Sinead!" Amy piped up from the corner next to Ian.

Sinead started, not that they could see it in the darkness.

"Oh, he put you in here too?" she asked, sitting next to Ian.

"He's rather obsessed with the idea of taking captives, ironic, considering the situation," Ian said, thinking of the Cahills who had been trapped by the Vespers.

"Amy, have you been in here since before the meeting?" Sinead asked in surprise.

"Yep. Dan locked me in. We've been in here for awhile, so we thought we'd play truth or dare to pass the time," she said.

"Most cliché idea in the world, but I'll play," Sinead said, oblivious to Ian's snickers after she said it.

"Truth or dare, Ian?" Sinead asked.

He thought for a moment. "Truth."

"Wimp. Anyhow, what, in your opinion, is the most important characteristic in a girl?" she asked coyly.

"Why do you want to know? Are you, interested?" Ian asked, horrified but amused.

"God no!" Sinead exploded, making gagging noises in the dark. "Someone asked me if you were available, and I was just gonna let her know! Oh, God, no! I-oh, God, I still can't get over the fact that you suggested - just, no. Ugh," she said, shuddering.

Amy thought for a moment, her face bright red in the dark. That wasn't exactly what I asked.

"Well, than I guess I'd say that I'd want her to be original. I wouldn't want a girl to be a cookie cutter imprint of every other girl in the world," Ian said.

Sinead nodded.

"Okay, so Sinead, truth or dare?" Amy asked.

"Dare, not that there's much you can do for a dare in a closet," she said, thinking up a couple of dares that her quiet friend could come up with. Sinead snorted in amusement. She loved Amy, but this was just gonna be too easy.

Amy thought for a moment and then grinned - quite wickedly for a girl like her.

"I dare you to sing the chorus of Justin Beiber's Baby!" Amy finally decided.

Sinead blanched as Ian started laughing.

"Too bad I left my recorder in my room…" he said wistfully.

"Fine," Sinead growled, putting her face in her hands as she started to sing.

"Baby, baby, baby, oooh! Like Baby, baby, baby, no! Like Baby, baby, baby oooh! Thought that you'd always be miiine!"

She stopped, praying that it was enough.

Over their hysterical laughter, Amy mustered up the voice to say, "Nope, I know you know the rap; do that too!"

Sinead groaned and started to rap, "When I was thirteen, I had my first love.

There was nobody that compared to my baby.

And nobody came between us who could ever come above.

She had me goin' crazy, oh I was Starstruck!

She made my heart beat. Skip a beat when I see her in the street.

And I see her on the playground. But I really wanna see her on a weekend.

She know she got me dazin', cause she was so amazing.

But now my heart is breakin', and I just keep on sayin',

"Baby, baby, baby, oooh!" Sinead broke off, her singing now drowned out by Amy and Ian's hysterical laughter.

"Oh, God!" Amy laughed. "I need that on video!"

Sinead scowled, which was sadly wasted in the darkness.

Even Ian was doubled over laughing, despite his normally formal manners.

"Truth or dare?" she snapped at Amy.

"Truth!" Amy decided.

"Ian, what do you think?" Sinead asked.

He thought for a moment. "Have you ever been obsessed with anything?"

Sinead started laughing and Amy hit her hard in the head with a coat hanger that had been left lying on the ground.

"Well, when I was little, I used to be obsessed with…" she trailed off.

"Unicorns!" Sinead said, rubbing her head where Amy had hit her.

Ian stifled a laugh. "Unicorns?"

"I was little!" Amy protested.

Ian could have sworn that he heard her mutter, "Unicorns are real," under her breath.

Sinead nudged Amy in the side and said, "That's not the only obsession, according to Dan."

Amy thought for a second. Then, she let out a strangled gasp and said, "Sinead, drop it!"

"What was the obsession?" Ian asked, now interested.

"Tell him, or I will. In full detail," Sinead threatened in a whisper.

"Well, there was this one guy, who I kind of had a crush on," Amy said hesitantly. "But I'm over it now!"

"Sure. 'Over it'," Sinead said, thinking of all the times Amy had brought it up...recently.

For a split second, Ian felt something in the pit of his stomach. "What guy?"

"Oh, um, he's really a bit of a jerk. But he has the most amazing eyes. His family is devil spawn, I swear, though," Amy told him, hoping she wouldn't give too much away.

"So, why do you like him?" Ian asked, confused. This guy sounded awful.

Amy stayed silent for a moment, and then said, "I guess it's because he saved my life in a freak accident. And for a little while, he was kind, and I saw what he could be like when he wasn't portraying his jerky normal status. And I fell for him."

Sinead snorted and said, "Amy, come back to earth. That guy was and still is a total jerk."

Ian sighed to himself, unnoticed by the two girls, who were currently grilling each other with embarrassing truths.

Finally, a couple of hours later – or so it seemed – Sinead started to fall asleep.

"Guys," Yawn. "I think we've been in here for," Yawn. "More than a few minutes." Yawn. "I think I'm going to fall," Yawn. "Asleep."

In a matter of minutes, Sinead was dead asleep, snoring softly in the corner of the closet.

"I'm still wide awake," Amy admitted to Ian.

"Same. Though I don't know why considering I've been staring into blackness for the past few hours."

"I have a question," Amy started hesitantly. "Have you dated a lot?"

Stunned silence.

"I'm just asking because I'm the only girl in my grade who hasn't had a boyfriend," Amy continued quickly. "And I was just wondering if I really am the only one. Even Dan went out with a girl to the movies earlier this year!"

Ian shifted awkwardly. "Well, to be honest, yes. But I've never had a long term girlfriend. No one was right for me," he said with a shrug. "They just liked me for my looks or my money, or even the famousness of my family. It's rather annoying," Ian admitted.

"I like you for yourself," Amy said, not realizing what she really had said. "I mean, well, you know what I meant!"

Ian chuckled quietly and said, "I think I do."

Amy groaned. "No, you think that I meant that I like you!"

"Do you?" Ian teased.

"Of course not! I mean, in theory, aren't we cousins?" Amy asked, trying to come up with an excuse.

Ian actually laughed. "That's just a title because we're Cahills! Amy, we're barely related! We had one common ancestor, about five hundred years ago. When I kissed you in Korea, it wasn't like I was kissing a cousin, it was like I was kissing a girl I had a crush on!"

Ian seemed to realize what he had said at the same moment Amy had.

"Oh," was all she said. "You had a crush on me."

It wasn't exactly a question, more of a straight forward declaration; Ian had had a crush on her; Amy.

"Had," Ian repeated. Then, he said, "Has."

Amy was stunned speechless for a moment and then leaned on his side. "You like me?" The question was filled with a longing hope that even Ian understood. As if to answer her question, he took her face in her arms, and placed his lips on hers. She held still for a moment and then kissed back.

"I'm sorry," she muttered when they broke apart. "I've never really kissed anyone before."

Ian laughed and said, "Don't worry, you're fine."

Then, he leaned forward to kiss her again, only to hit her nose – hard.

They pulled back and Amy said, "Ouch," void of most emotion except embarrassment.

That caused them both to erupt in a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Sinead asked sleepily.

"Nothing!" they chorused, hands intertwined in the dark.

"Nothing at all."

Thanks for reading!

~Dani (Aka amianfan102)