Wild Child (my last fanfic)

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Miss.SunFlower

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*les gasp* tis almost over!!!

WILD CHILD

"Call her." Amy's voice was muffled as she was lying face down into her singe bed in her hotel.
Ryan was pacing by the door, staring at his cell phone, "She's not going to answer, Amy."
"Try."
"She's probably in New York by now anyways."
"Then fly there and explain."
"What if she doesn't listen?" He sounded agonized.
"Just try, Ryan!" She said looking up at him, then back down. He didn't say anything, so she continued, "You HAVE to explain! This HAS to work!" Her voice quieted down, "Or else I'll never forgive myself."
There was a speechless pause, "Amy," Ryan was by her side in a seconds, like the older brother figure he always was. "Amy, don't - don't even think - this isn't your fault! It's all one huge misunderstanding, you know that!"
"A misunderstanding that wouldn't have occurred if I hadn't been here!" She sighed and flopped back into the pillow.
Ryan patted her back gently, "Amy, I am more than happy you are here. Ecstatic. Don't you dare think I'm mad or upset or wish you weren't here."
She sighed again and sat up to look him in the eyes. He was completely sincere, as always.

She remembered a few days earlier, when she first came. Finally being able to see her best friend for the first time in years. Not having to settle for letters and phone calls anymore. She was so happy to see him, and he her.
After multiple hugs and repeated "I've missed you" 's Ryan pulled her at arms length, smiled almost boyishly and said, "Wait until you meet her!"
Amy raised her eyebrows, surprised. Ryan had never mentioned a girl in all there conversations. Well aside from Rachel. The famous young woman who was an understudy dancer for a single spring tour and by the end of it had one of Ryan's group mates head-over-heals for her. They were going to be married in a few days, and that was one of the reasons she'd came. But that couldn't be the “her” he spoke of.
"Her?" She asked.
That got him going. Amy was spun around again as her friend extolled the virtues of some young woman he was obviously more than smitten with. After "Kind" "Friendly" "Caring" and, most commonly, "Hilarious" were mentioned for about the third time, she poked in "Pretty?"
She was, apparently, gorgeous. Her hair. Her eyes. Her smile. Her laugh. The woman was beginning to sound unreal. Someone with that many adjectives tied to their name couldn't be. Amy laughed, and struggled not to roll her eyes at Ryan's lovesick rant.
"Okay, okay, okay." She'd giggled, "So does your goddess have a name?"
He made a face at her, "Vanessa."
She even sounded like a goddess. Amy laughed.
"And when shall I meet her?"
"As soon as I can get a hold of her." He replied, taking out his cell.
As he dialed she casually added, "So does she like you back?"
"Not sure." He blushed, "I like to hope she does, but I'm not sure."
"Well tell her, then." She rolled her eyes.
He punched her in the shoulder and held the phone to his ear, "Easier said than done, you know?"
She never answered. He called more than 5 times, she remembered. Amy had actually found it rather amusing until it became obvious how it worried her brother and friend.
"Maybe she's busy?" She tried, sounding nervous herself.
He sighed, "Probably. I'm going to call Rachel just incase."
"What would she know?" It was an innocent curious question, not sarcastic.
Ryan smiled a bit crookedly, "V and Rachel are like sisters, closest friends I've ever seen."
"Like us?" Amy beamed.
His smile grew, thankfully, and he tugged on one of her black curls. It bounced right back. "Exactly." He said, "I actually met V through Rachel."
Vanessa was obviously V. Amy thought that was cute. She'd always wished for a longer name just so she could be given a cute nickname like that.
He called Rachel. Rachel called Vanessa. Amy remembered that morning Ryan coming to her hotel for one thing or another, when the phone call came.
Vanessa had seen her with Ryan those few days ago. She had gotten the wrong idea about the two entirely, and without waiting for an explanation was returning to her home in New York City.


Overlaps are kind of getting confusing. hopefully you know where you are in the story though... (I need a time-line)
 
I love it already, Ryan is still adorably cute ;)

I've actually been pretty good at keeping up with the timeline and I was actually able to predict some stuff using it :p
 
more stuffs...

Ryan tried to get her mind off of Vanessa for most of the day. She was still beating herself up about it until she figured out it was only making him more depressed. She hated making anyone depressed ever, so she dropped it. But it was hard to talk about anything else when that's all the two were thinking about. Amy still wanted to meet her, this girl Ryan loved so much. It was now obvious that she loved him too, or else she wouldn't have left at seeing the two together.
"Hey Amy?" Ryan asked, as cheerfully as one could in his case. Which was still pretty cheerful. Amy was glad to know her presence was doing some good for him.
She beamed at him, "Yes?"
"Today is Damian's" One of his group mates, "birthday. Along with Keith's" another group mate, "little sister's. They're having a party."
"Are we going?"
"Do you want to?"
She laughed, "'Course I do. I have yet to meet any of these guys, it would be nice to get to know them before I randomly show up at one of their weddings."
Ryan laughed as well, "I think there are enough people at Paul's wedding, he wouldn't know."
"Still, I'd love to have faces to go with names." She told him, "So when does it start?"
"Right about now."
"Ryan!" She hit him. He laughed.
"What? It's not far from here. Besides, it's one of those "Show up whenever" sort of things."
Amy rolled her eyes, "That doesn't mean you have to show up late."
"This from the girl who would never show up when she said she would." He retorted.
She blushed, "Fine, truce?" She didn't deny it. She was prone to saying one time and never showing. Something, possibly more exciting, always distracted her. Be it an attention problem or just a flighty personality, it was always how she had been.
She liked life that way. That's why she became a nature photographer, her jobs took her all around the world. Ryan always told her even if her parents hadn't moved in her Freshman year she wouldn't have stayed in Ireland long. She replied that she didn't know that for sure. If there was ever a country or place to hold her interest for very long it was Ireland.
Still, with her wild personality and her busy job Amy had skipped out on meeting up with her best friend multiple times. She was incredibly thankful that Ryan was never upset with her for standing him up. During the apology filled phone calls afterwards he'd always tell her he hadn't suspected anything less, and that he hoped, where ever she was, that she was having a good time. She'd send him a picture, or gift from the place anyways. And promise for another time, which she would skip out on again.
She was happy to finally make it. Happy to see her brother-like friend again. He had always been like that to her, as he was 4 and a half years older than her. That hadn't really mattered growing up, it mattered even less now. She'd missed him quite a bit.
"Truce." He agreed with a laugh. "Shall we go then?"
"Sure."

"Ryan?" She mumbled not even five minutes into the car ride.
"Amy?" He replied.
"I need you to distract me..."
"From?"
She shot him a cool look, "What do you think?" Her guilt was seeping in again.
He laughed awkwardly, and looked like he was trying to think of something. She sighed into her hands.
"How was Cali?" He asked at last.
She sighed, more relaxed now, as her guilt was replaced with memories from her trip to California.
"Fun, hot, gorgeous..."
Ryan laughed, "I mean the state, not the surfers, Amy."
She punched him, "Oh they were plenty attractive too, of course. Not many were smarter than a sack of rocks, you know? Want to hear a joke I heard down there?"
He rolled his eyes, "What?"
"What do you call a surfer without a girlfriend." A pause. "Homeless."
Ryan chuckled, "I'll have to tell Keith that one. Probably won't find it as amusing, though."
"He surfs?" She asked, interested, "Here?" The west coast seemed wave-y enough, but cold!
"Yes here." He told her, "He's been to a couple other places too. Never to California, yet. He seemed pretty interested you were there."
Amy giggled, "How much do you tell them about me?"
"As much as I know, basically. Is that okay?"
"Sure, it makes me feel special."
"You are." He grinned, tugging on another curl. Her jet-black mop of unruly curls used to embarrass her, but she liked them fine now. "The guys all really want to meet you."
She rolled her eyes, but laughed, "Now I'm worried I won't live up to expectations."
"They'll love you. You're an incredibly likable person Amy." He chuckled, "Speaking of, did you get any offers from any homeless surfers?"
She scoffed, but after a pause said, "Yep." Her tone dismissive. She said nothing else.
After a moment he rolled his eyes, "Guess that answers that question."
"Come on Ry!" She sighed, "I'm not one for the summer fling idea. I'm not going to go out on a date with a guy I'm going to leave in a few weeks! I'd have to break the man's heart." And her own too.
"So instead you break their hearts by not even giving them the time of day." He laughed.
"I'm glad you find it amusing." She laughed along, "Most of them probably wouldn't want me after they found out how wild I was, anyways." That was another word Ryan described her as a lot. Flighty and Wild.
Ryan's laughter died a little, "Maybe you'll find someone as wild as you, some day."
She rolled her eyes. "That'll be the day." She mumbled.
She didn't know what she'd do if she found someone like her, because she never thought she would.
 
Oooh I can't wait ;)

This is a great one, you know I'm never going to be able to pick a favorite from you fics ;)
 
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A blonde teen girl opened the door at the apartment on the outskirts of Derry. Ryan was right, it wasn’t far away, they were hardly late. She beamed at Ryan.
“Hello Ryan!” She said cheerfully, her accent American. Amy blinked.
“Hello Lauren. Happy birthday.” He replied, cheerfully.
Oh, so she was Keith’s younger sister then. She was incredibly pretty. Amy wondered what her older brother looked like.
“Happy birthday.” She added.
Lauren blinked at her, as if noticing her for the first time. She looked back at Ryan her eyes full of confusion, and a little hurt.
And so the awkwardness began.
Ryan shifted uncomfortably, “Lauren, this is Amy. Amy, Keith’s sister Lauren.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Lauren said quietly. Followed by another silence. “The rest of the guys are here, but you haven’t missed much.” She was talking to Ryan again.
“Good,” He replied moving inside. Amy wasn’t sure she was up for this all of a sudden and stayed still. Ryan sighed pulled her in by the hand. “C’mon, you’re fine.”
Amy laughed, “If you say so.”
The first of Ryan’s group mates she got to meet was the oldest. A tall man with a shaved head, holding a young redheaded girl, laughing. The girl was a lovely way to break the ice.
“Hello, sweetie.” Amy said to her, giggling, “What’s your name?”
“Sarah.” The girl replied, giggling as well.
“And what would your name be?” The man asked, his voice pleasant with a thick Scottish accent.
She sighed, but said cheerily, “Amy.”
A look of dawning realization came on his face, and his smile grew. A completely different reaction than the girl Lauren had had. “You’re Ryan’s infamous friend. Well, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
She blushed. She WAS famous. “Same. And, I suppose, you’re one of his group mates, then?” She knew all their names, but not who was who. She didn’t want to guess.
“George Donaldson.” He replied. Oh! Okay so that was George.
“It’s nice to meet you, George.” She smiled, then turned her attention the girl. “You too, Sarah.”
A couple minutes later she bumped into a young man, his eyes a bright blue and an extremely wide grin on his face. He seemed happy to be there.
“Hello.” He said in a surprisingly deep voice, a pause, “You- you’re Amy aren’t you?”
Her shyness was slowly dying at this point, she beamed, “I am indeed. And you?”
“Damian. Damian McGinty.” He replied, hold out his hand. She shook it.
“Ah! You’re the other Birthday child,” She teased, he didn’t look like a child in the slightest. “Hope you’re having a good day.”
His smile grew, “I am.” And with that he moved to talk to anyone else. A few minutes later Ryan told her he and Lauren were together. She caught the smiles on the two’s faces as they talked throughout the party, That was obvious enough.
Awkwardness seeped back in at times like that. It was cute to watch them all talking with each other. They were like one close knit community. One Amy didn’t feel like she was apart of. She wouldn’t tell Ryan that, though.
A cough behind her distracted her from thinking. She turned to face a beautiful dark haired woman. She looked to be close to Ryan’s age. Or closest in the room anyways. Amy wondered in panic if his Vanessa had in fact stayed, and if this was her. That would explain her worried, hurt expression.
She was smiling though, “Hello there.”
Amy wasn’t sure what to say but finally a choked “Hello” left her.
“Did I hear that you’re Ryan’s Amy?”
That she was his Amy? Well that didn’t help anything at all. “Yeah, I’m Ryan’s,” Shoot. What was she supposed to say after that. Friend? Best Friend? Sister? What would be the least awkward, “… Amy.” She ended lamely.
The woman laughed softly, though her eyes were still hurt. “I’m Rachel, Paul’s fiancée.”
Oh. She was the girl that was Vanessa’s best friend. That answered a lot of questions. “Oh, I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”
Rachel blushed prettily, “Th-thank you. I suppose.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Will you be at the wedding?”
“I plan to be. That’s why I’m here.”
“So Ryan invited you?” She asked awkwardly.
She smiled, “More as an excuse, no offence of course. He just, I guess thought he’d need some event to get me to come.”
“Why would it take that.”
“I’m a little, um, free spirited. I very rarely stick to dates, I’ve meant to come here and see Ryan a few times now and just got… distracted.” She mumbled. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mind.” She told her gently.
Amy looked at her. Ryan had told her they weren’t a couple, didn’t he? Should she say so again, just to be on the safe side.
Before she could Rachel blushed again, as a young man put his arm around her waist. He smiled charmingly at her before turning to Amy.
“Hello.” He said grinning.
That was obviously Paul. “Hello Paul.” She replied, smiling back. “I’m Amy.”
Paul’s smile grew, “I could tell.”
“Could you?”
He nodded, “You look quite a bit like your brother, for not actually being brother-sister, you know?”
Amy laughed. She liked Paul, he seemed nice enough. Her eyes moved to Rachel though, and her smile faded. Rachel was looking in complete shock and almost dismay from Paul to Amy to where Ryan was and back. Ryan obviously HADN’T explained. She cringed.
“Rachel? What’s wrong?” Paul asked worriedly. Tears had filled the woman’s eyes.
“I-I-I’m sorry.” Rachel apologized, trying to wipe at the tears. “It’s –it’s ju-just-“ Just Vanessa. Of course.
“No.” Amy cut in firmly, putting her hand on Rachel’s shaking shoulder. “I’M sorry.” She didn’t want to watch her crying over something that was entirely her fault. She turned quickly.
As wonderful as this party was going, she felt again like she didn’t belong. And she suddenly felt the need to leave. Not thinking straight she began to moved for the door.
She’d even got her hand on the doorknob when another voice, thickly accented, asked, “You’re not leavin’ yet, are ya?”
 
Amy wheeled around, and completely lost what she was going to say.
Standing in front of her, away from the other guests was a gorgeous young man. His blonde hair long and messy and falling a little over one eye, Those eyes were sparkling with the smile that lit up his face. He looked incredibly friendly, and incredibly cute.
“What?” She asked, stupidly.
He laughed, “You’re Amy, am I right?”
That didn’t answer her question, but it didn’t matter. “I am. And you’re Keith.” She didn’t think about it before she said, but, by elimination, he had to be. He looked a bit like the girl, Lauren, as well.
A nod. “So, why were you leaving?”
“I- I – I’m not sure. Just, ah, some fresh air.” She tried to defend, pathetically.
Another nod, “Kinda crammed in here, huh?”
Maybe she was a better liar than she thought. A smile returned on her face, “Just a little.”
“Do you want to come outside for a bit?” He asked, casually. She didn’t know what to say so he continued, “I, actually, have to go out to me car for a moment to get beers for the guys.” A wink.
He was asking her to come with? She thought about it, looking past him into the party. While not on purpose, she noticed Rachel, her face tear stained. She defiantly needed to get away. If Keith was going to help her with that, then she wasn’t going to complain.
“Okay…”
If possible his smile grew. She blushed, because it only made him more attractive. Geez, why hadn’t Ryan told her his group mates were like male models that just so happened to be able to sing.
Without saying anything, both wandered out of the apartment to where a bunch of cars were parked. He moved over to the trunk of an old VW beetle, tan and a little beat up. She was surprised for about a second. Looking from Keith to the car, they kinda matched. Same style.
He pulled out a few crates. She shook her head, and took one from him, chuckling.
He laughed too, “You don’t have to do that.” It was the first thing he’d said on the entire trip down.
“Ah, but you look ready to fall over! And besides, I need an excuse if anyone asks.”
“You were going out for air. Seems simple enough.”
It should be, but even if her lie had worked with Keith it wouldn’t with Ryan. He knew her too well. “I suppose. Would you rather I didn’t help?”
His smile softened, “Help is fine. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
There was silence. Which was odd. She was fairly outgoing, and he seemed to be as well. So why was there silence? She tried to think of something to say to him. One question kept popping up. Why not? She thought.
“Ryan says you surf?” They both said at the same time.

There was a brief silence before both broke into laughter. He had an adorable laugh to match his adorable grin. As it quieted down, Amy was thankful that there was a way to break the ice.
“Yeah, I surf.” She continued, “Or I DID surf. Just for a little bit when I was in Cali.”
“Did you like it?”
“Of course! It was amazing! I’d never felt so happy, it’s like – I –I – I don’t even know…”
More laughter, “Indescribable?” He proposed.
“Very.” She replied.
“I know what you mean, I haven’t found words to describe it yet, ya know?”
She giggled, “I do. Kind of miss it now, those weeks in California were wonderful.”
“Were you good?” He asked.
“What?”
“Were you good, ya know, at surfing.”
Oh. “I was decent, I mean I was able to stand up and not make a fool of myself, for the most part. I stood up my first time.”
He seemed completely interested now, “First time?”
“First time.”
“That’s pretty incredible, Amy.”
“So I’ve heard.” She laughed. “I’m afraid I probably wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. It’s one of those things you have to do often to keep afloat, am I right?”
He laughed, “I think so. But how long are you staying here?”
“I promised Ryan through Christmas time.”
“Well, then I’m sure there’d be time for us to get out to the coast and refresh your surfin’.”
She blushed and nearly dropped her cargo at his words. Us? He’d said ‘us’, not ‘you’. And his tone made it obvious he was included. He WAS friendly.
“I – I guess.”
He laughed, and looked a little proud of himself for causing her to blush. She made a face at him and he winked.
“So, what’s the surf in Cali like?” He continued, “It’s one of my dream surf spots. Haven’t got to go yet…”
The conversation continued that way. Surfing. Amy didn’t mind, it was nice to talk to someone so passionate about it. She had enjoyed it more than she could explain and it was wonderful to be around someone who understood how she felt.
The party was already beginning to look up.


If you want a picture of Keith's car ask. I didn't make that part up.
 
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