Hallo! So this fic is my entry for SugarQueen8490's "Down with Evan Tolliver/Kurt Contest"! I'll admit that I'm also a die-hard Amian fan, like Sugar and a lot more awesome people out there.
Disclaimer: I only own title, summary, and plot. Meow.
"Amy! Amy!" Dan yelled. "It's the first day of school!"
"What?" Amy said sleepily.
"It's the first day of school!" he repeated. "And we're gonna be late!"
She checked her clock and gasped. "Out, out, out," she told him.
"Wha—okay! I'm gonna eat your breakfast if you aren't down in fifteen minutes," he said, grinning.
"What's for breakfast, anyway?" she asked.
"Your favorite. So I'll eat your share if fifteen minutes have passed and you're still upstairs," he called, running down the stairs.
She sighed and walked to her closet. It was six-thirty, so Dan would start eating her breakfast at six-forty-five. She picked out a simple T-shirt, jeans, and a jacket, because it seemed like it was going to rain today.
After brushing her teeth, washing up, combing her hair, and changing clothes, she headed down as fast as she could while holding her bag. She flung her bag onto the couch and ran to the dining room, where she saw her insane brother Dan waiting for her, grinning as he stared at the wall clock.
She sat down beside him, trying to calm her breathing.
"Just in time!" Dan said, still grinning.
"Dweeb," Amy sighed. "Say, where's Saladin?"
"Mrrp!" Saladin, the Egyptian Mau they'd inherited since their grandmother Grace's death, jumped onto the chair beside Dan's.
"Present!" Dan said in a cat-like voice.
"Morning, Amy!" their au pair Nellie Gomez said as she set down food-filled plates in front of her and Dan.
"Mrrp?" Saladin said, as if asking, "How about me?"
"Ah, right," Nellie said, placing a plate with fresh red snapper and a saucer of milk on the floor. Saladin jumped down from his chair and began drinking some milk.
"Good morning," their great-uncle Fiske said with a smile.
"Morning, Uncle Fiske," Dan and Amy said at the same time—which was totally unexpected.
"I'm off to a Madrigal meeting today," he announced. "I'll be home late, so don't wait for me. Nellie will pick you up from school."
"The café, right?" Amy asked.
He nodded. "So, are you excited?"
"Sort of," Dan said.
"Yes," Amy said.
He smiled again and sat down. Nellie gave him a plate with two slices of toast with butter and jam and a blueberry muffin.
Dan looked down at his plate. He had gotten a muffin too, with pancakes and maple syrup. Amy got a muffin and a waffle with syrup.
"What's with the muffins?" he wondered.
"What do you mean?" Nellie asked.
"I mean, we all have muffins," he said.
"Oh, I baked them. Try," she invited.
They all took a bite out of their muffins. "Wow," Amy said.
"This is good," Fiske said.
"Yeah," Dan agreed.
"I gave you and Amy two each in your lunch, just in case one won't be enough," Nellie said. "C'mon, kiddos. You're going to be late… so we should get going."
Amy and Dan stood and hugged Fiske. "See you," said Dan.
"Bye, Uncle Fiske," Amy said.
"Have fun," Fiske called after them.
I was right. When Nellie dropped me and Dan off, it was already drizzling. I pulled my jacket hood over my head and walked faster.
Suddenly, I slipped. But before I could disgrace myself, someone grabbed my arm and hauled me up. "Watch where you're going," he said.
I looked up and saw a guy with tousled black hair, fair skin, and bright ocean blue eyes that were staring at me in concern. But I had a weird feeling that he was familiar. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Um… yes," I managed to say. "Th-thanks." My stutter came back in the wrong time.
"By the way… my name is Kurt."
My eyes grew wide. No wonder he seemed familiar! "Kurt?"
"Hey, Amy," he said, smiling. "I was surprised you didn't recognize me at once."
"Ah… it's been quite a while," I said. "I can't believe it! You're… here!"
He shrugged. "I was able to get out of South Africa."
"So… where are you studying?" I asked.
"Boston High. I'm guessing you're there too?" he said.
I nodded. "Second year," I agreed.
"Huh, me too," he said cheerfully.
After school, I met with Dan in the café we usually met in while waiting for Nellie to pick us up.
"Hey, Dan," I said.
"Hey, Amy," he said without looking up from his cinnamon roll.
"You remember the guy we met in South Africa, right?" I asked, sitting beside him. "And did you get me a cinnamon roll too?"
"Sure did." He pushed a plate with a cinnamon roll on it to me. "Yeah, the guy you played chess with… Kurt, right?"
I smiled. "He's here."
"What do you mean?"
"In my school, in my class," I clarified.
"Hi, Amy!" Kurt said. "Uh, you're Dan, right?"
Dan nodded and drank some water. "You still play chess?"
Kurt smiled. "Why?"
"Well, sometimes, I do," he said.
"You want a cinnamon roll?" I asked.
"No thanks. I'd better go, anyway," Kurt said. "Thanks anyway. Probably next time. See you tomorrow, Amy, Dan."
"See you," Dan said.
When Kurt was out of the café, he looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "You missed him?"
"You miss Ian?"
My eyes grew wide. "No!" I said in horror, a little too louder than I expected.
"He came in," Dan whispered as he finished his second cinnamon roll.
"You're joking," I whispered back.
"No. I'm not." I glanced at my brother and saw that his face was completely serious.
I turned and saw that he was right—a good-looking guy (like… Kurt) with jet-black hair, cinnamon skin, and amber eyes sat down on a table near the window, asking for a cinnamon roll.
"Crap," I muttered under my breath.
Then we heard a car horn honk twice. "That's Nellie," Dan and I blurted at the same time. My brother did something that I really didn't expect—he held out his hand.
I smiled and high-fived him. "Race you?" I challenged, filled with a sudden burst of energy.
"Sure," he said. "I'll give you a head start, 'cause you're too slow."
"Dweeb," I laughed, running out of the store. I risked a glance over my shoulder and saw Ian watching me and Dan run to Nellie's car.
Third Person POV
The next day, Nellie dropped Amy and Dan off at their schools. "See ya later, kiddos!" she called as she drove off.
"I wonder what song she's listening to," Amy mused.
"Well, as Nellie says, see ya later!" Dan said in a not-so-bad imitation of Nellie's voice. "And watch out for the Cobra."
She nodded and ruffled his hair. When she looked over at the sidewalk near the café and saw Kurt waiting. He looked up from his book and saw her smiling at him, so he waved.
"Okay, Dan, go and be random," she said.
"You mean it?"
"No. I mean it when I say don't do ninja moves and get in trouble." She walked away.
Dan followed her gaze and saw Kurt smiling. Oh, so that's why she's in a hurry, he thought as he headed off to his school.
Ha-ha. I was listening to songs by Luke Benward while I was writing this last part. I heard that he's going to play Dan in the movie… so anyway please leave a review! No flames, for they shall be doused.