"Again?" Ian disappointedly groaned, his brow furrowing as his fingertips gently tugged at the end of his girlfriend's glossy auburn ponytail.
His girlfriend, otherwise known as Amy Cahill, offered him a gentle smile and sat down. "I'm sorry," she apologized, nibbling her lower lip. "I had a lot of paperwork. And we lost three agents! I also had to sort out some old files! I was up all night doing that! I also had a meeting right, before this, and I was five minutes late! Five minutes! And I-"
"Slow down," Ian teased playfully, tucking a lock of russet colored hair behind her ear. His cheerful look suddenly turned into a slightly serious one. "Amy," he sighed softly, "I'm the Lucian branch leader, I have work too, yet I make plenty of time for you! Really, this is the third time you're late for one of our dates!"
Amy lower lip curled outward slightly as she listened to her boyfriend softly reprimanding her, but then her pout turned into a frown.
"Excuse me!" she interrupted, startling Ian, "but you don't know what it's like being in my shoes! I have a lot more work than you do! And I don't shove it all on my younger sibling! Seriously Ian! Stop smiling!" she demanded, seeing Ian resting his chin in his hands, a crooked smile taking over his features.
She paused for a moment, her frown fading, waiting for him to say something. He didn't, so she asked "what are you smiling about?"
For a moment he didn't say a single word, so she nudged his leg underneath the table.
"Take off your shoes, love," he requested, nudging her back.
Amy frowned lightly, and confusion took over her delicate features. "Ian, what-"
"Just take them off, you'll see," Ian cut her short, and a chuckle escaped from his lips as she scowled at him.
Sighing and feeling extremely irritated, Amy slid off her strappy, pale gold heels underneath the table. Her green eyes widened slightly as Ian took off his own shoes.
"There," she grunted glumly, "I took them off. Now what're you going to do?"
Greatly surprising Amy, Ian attempted to squeeze his foot into one of Amy's narrow heels.
"How do you wearthese?" he muttered, his smirk momentarily gone.
Amy giggled, her anger forgotten as she observed how comical Ian looked wearing one of her open-toed Prada heels, which had been a twenty-second birthday present from Natalie.
Ian stopped struggling, and smiled when he heard Amy's giggling. His foot was barely in the shoe. His toes barely peeped through, and two thirds of his foot stuck out.
"Alright, so I'm wearing your shoes-well, shoe-and I now know how it feels to be you," he declared, folding his arms and leaning back in his seat.
Amy raised a single eyebrow and leaned across the table towards him, her eyes full of mirth. "Okay then, Ian. Tell me how it feels to be me."
Ian glanced down at his foot, and slightly pursed his lips. "Well, I must say, I know why you're nervous and why you fidget so much."
Amy raised an eyebrow and swept her reddish-brown ponytail over her shoulder, which Ian took to mean why.
"It's because your shoes are so bloody uncomfortable!" Ian growled, as Amy laughed softly. "And my sister gave these to you about, what, a year and a half ago? That shows that you're a saver. As in, you save money."
Amy's eyebrows shot upwards. "Not all of us need to go to Armani Exchange to survive! Wal-Mart is, like, cheap designer."
Ian shrugged and continued speaking. "And you have small feet, so-"
"Ian-"
"I think it means you have a-"
"Ian-"
"Small amount of time to spare and-"
"IAN!-"
Ian's head shot upwards, and his amber eyes fixed on Amy as if he just remembered that she was there. Clearing his throat embarrassedly, he replied "yes?"
"It's my turn," Amy said mischievously, smirking faintly as she slipped one of her feet into Ian's larger, custom-made leather shoe.
"Alright then, tell me love, what does it feel like to be in my shoes," Ian queried, smiling.
Amy bit her lip and studied her foot. "Um, well," she started, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear nervously. "Your shoes are kind of, err, big? So that means you have tons of free time?"
Amy frowned slightly at Ian as he reached across the table for her hand, and intertwined their fingers together, smirking arrogantly.
"You're horrible at this, Amy," Ian stated blatantly.
"Um, excuse me, but you're worse!"
"No love, you're definitely worse."
"I'm not!"
"Would you like to order?"
Both Ian and Amy's heads shot upwards to see who had joined their conversation. They looked up to see a young, bored-looking blonde woman looking down at them.
Amy blushed, and even Ian turned a light shade of pink.
"Yes we would," Ian said silkily, glancing back at Amy.
Amy's face twisted into a scowl, as she muttered "this is not over!"
Ian rolled his eyes, and began to order.
Have I been missed? No? Aww. So anyway, I wrote this because I need to work on my Amian writing skills. I LOVE Amian. But Hamy's okay. So is JoAmy, and Ned/Amy, Ted/Amy, Evan/Amy, but NO Kurt! I hate him! He's so stupid! I just realized that I'm okay with almost every singe Amy/Whatever pairing O_o
Oh, and the two amazing people that joined my contest, if you're reading this, there will be ONE winner. Duh. Results up soon! Only two people...
The ending of this was really rushed by the way. I eat reviews. Without them I starve. CC is going to be put in my Happy-Box! Yay! And Flames will be...okay, I don't understand how people do this whole "Fangirly reviews will get cookies tee-hee!" thing. So, review, CC, flame whatever, just let me know you're reading! By reviewing...