AN: THIS IS NOT AN ORIGINAL STORY, JUST AN ENTRY FOR STARCROSSEDLOVERS1001'S CONTEST!~

(By not an original story I mean that it was made solely for this competition, and will not be one of my main stories, or be listed in my bio as one of the stories I'm working on)

Well, it's not my OTP, but this fanfiction is going to be Jake X Amy. I sprinkled a tiny reference to her "If Only I Could" story, so yay.

There were 3 contests, this is an entry for the first. The basic guidelines were: Make a 39 Clues couple. Get them engaged and/or married.

Well then. Let's! Get! This! Party! Started!

((PS THE GIRL ON THE COVER IS NOT WEARING WHAT AMY WORE TO THE DATE! IT IS ALSO NOT BY ME. IT'S BY A WONDERFUL ARTIST THAT GOES BY THE NAME HYANNA NATSU.

It's the closest picture I could find. Leave me alone.))

AMY'S VERSION

Amy sent "Where are you?"

Jake sent "Nowhere in particular"

Amy sent "No, like, where are you? I'm coming over right now."

Jake sent "No No, it's fine you don't have to come"

Jake sent "You really don't. I'm coming home in a couple minuts"

Jake sent "*minutes. Don't come over"

Amy felt her heart clench painfully as she read the text. Jake had recently been so secretive, careful, suspicious, around her. She didn't want to say it, even to herself... but... was he cheating on her? As soon as the thought was completed, self deprecating thought began crashing down.

She was boring. She wasn't pretty. They'd been together for 6 years already, of course he'd get tired of her. The way he avoided her recently? How he hadn't given her a Valentine's Day gift even though she had seen him with a wrapped present? How he was constantly whispering into the phone, peering around everywhere to make sure no one was around? How he'd make plans with the other Mardigals that didn't include her?

She was clearly desperate if she had ignored all these signs and more for so long. Jake didn't want her. Jake. Didn't. Want. Her.

She thought she'd be the mature one. She thought, after losing someone she loved once, losing another wouldn't hurt as much. She was wrong. So so wrong. It hurt. It hurt so much. Just thinking, for a second, that Jake didn't love her? It killed her inside. Her eyes began to sting, as tears began to prick the sides.

She clenched them together, willing the tears to stop. They dripped out, falling from her eyes onto her pillow as she let out a shuddering exhale and dropped the phone from her hands. Curling into herself, she let herself be lost in their past happy memories.

She had to break up with him. For his sake. If he broke up with her, every person in the family would be after his head. They'd know he'd hurt her. So for him, for him, she'd break up with him. So that everyone would think she got tired of him, when in reality a million years could pass and she'd still lose herself in his eyes, still want to run her fingers though his hair, want to hold his body close, fitting with him like a puzzle piece clicking, kiss his lips and oh god she didn't want to leave him. She loved him. She couldn't do it.

Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy. Amy. AMY. A single syllable. And she was complete. Perfected. And so so irrevocably in love.

That night, Amy, for the first time since she and Jake had gotten together, fell asleep crying.

Some time later while Amy was wallowing in self loathing and her love for Jake

It was April 14th. White day. The day where men in Japan, South Korea, Singapore, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Macau, Vietnam and mainland China (oh god she was rambling) gave gifts back to people who gave chocolates to them on Valentines. Did Jake know? Scratch that, of course he knew. But did he care?

He invited her out on a date. Didn't tell her where they were going. Was he going to break up with her? Could she handle it?

These thoughts swirled around in Amy's head as she applied a layer of scarlet lipstick and nail polish. She was never someone to worry about looks, but recently it had weighed on her mind more often. She didn't use perfume because Jake had once said it reminded him of the women who were always trying to seduce him, but she did put on the vanilla-coconut lotion he liked.

Was she being over-the-top? Was it just her being desperate? Dan had always told her that she was to obsessed with certain things for her own good.

It was time. Slipping into her knee-high boots (she never did get the hang of high heels) she fixed a wrinkle in her forest green dress that apparently "brought out her eyes". She still didn't understand fashion, but Jake appreciated the attempt.

She was going to go in a long, red, dragging dress with heavy blue sequins, but then realized that she would most likely trip on its hem and make a fool of herself, so instead chose a knee-long foest green dress that had rubies along the neckline and waist, and a printing of emerald colored leaves all around the bottom.

She was starting to sound like Ian with his obsession with suits. Jake wouldn't care about these things. Yet she couldn't help but have one more glance in the mirror to check if her hair wasn't out of place.

Jake sent "Are you ready?"

Amy sent "Yeah"

Jake sent "Ok get a ride and come to this location"

Jake sent a location

Amy sent "Why can't you come pick me up?"

Jake sent "It's a secret hehe"

Amy frowned and slipped the phone into the fancy purse that Ian had picked out. He had seemed overly happy to help her get together her outfit for today's date, and she didn't know why. Sure, he was happy off getting engaged to Cara, but was the happiness to contagious that it had spread to him helping her with her date?

She called one of their chauffeurs and handed him the location, not bothering to check where it was herself. It would probably be a library or something anyway, knowing Jake.

"Madam, we're here."

Amy snapped out of her daze and thanked the chauffeur, blushing. She stepped out of the car with her eyes closed and took a deep whiff of the cool night air. Opening her eyes, she looked at the building in front of her in shock, then confusion. In front of her was the most gigantic restaurant she had ever seen, and she had been to France. Did Jake want her to come here? It was a typical dating area, but they normally went to historical, learning, or researching places.

Hesitantly, she walked in. Immediately, she was asked her name, and once she timidly gave it, she was escorted to a glass elevator besides a gigantic marble staircase.

Above her was one of the hugest, fanciest chandeliers she had ever seen. She was afraid the roof would collapse under the weight of all the gems on it. There was a red carpet with a gold border running to the stairs, and the staircase handles were made of ebony. There was a sweet scent of sandalwood in the air, but Amy couldn't pinpoint where it was wafting from.

There were tables all around her, with waiters, waitresses, butlers, and maids alike bustling about. As she climbed into the elevator, the escort pressed the third floor, and Amy could only assume that was Jake was. She stepped out and was then lead to a dark hall. The escort left, and she walked down the hall alone. At the end of the hall were some heavy curtains, which she pushed aside.

Stepping forward, she noticed the entire room was slightly dim. Turning her head from side to side, she scanned the room for Jake. She looked forward, where she noticed something she hadn't paid attention to earlier. The entire wall in front of her was blue, but looking closer, she realized it was actually an aquarium. Colorful, glittering fish lazily swam about, the the light of that floor was filtered through the water, giving off the illusion that the room was submerged underneath slow waves.

A small light caught her eyes as she noticed a table on a deck right in front of her. Amy mentally facepalmed for not noticing something so obvious. There was a small stair case, then the deck which was bordered with an ornamented fence. There were also fairy lights weaved into it.

Once again, how hadn't she noticed this?

Climbing up the stairs, she wondered what Jake was trying to do. Was he trying to make their last date as memorable as possible? She stepped onto the deck, where Jake got up stiffly from the candlelit table and pulled back her chair, motioning her to sit. The candles were on either side of the table, giveing off a sweet scent, mingling in harmony with the scent of roses from the bouquet in the vase and the petals strewn about.

Why had he gone so far to make it romantic? Was it because he wanted her to have happy memories of their last time together?

Amy elegantly, or so she wished, sat down and looked at Jake. He was wearing a suit, well, more like a tuxedo, and seemed very figity. He constantly glanced around and twiddled with his fingers smiling.

Was he that happy about his new girlfriend? That he was finally breaking up with her and moving on? They caught each others eyes and simultaneously opened their mouths. Noticing the other was going to talk, they closed it, then stared at the other in confusion.

They stared at each other in silence for a while longer, before Jake gave a small cough.

"Well, do you want to eat?" He motioned to the plates in front of them awkwardly. The candle flickered, dancing in his eyes as he looked at her with a half smile. The scent of the roses seemed toxic, because suddenly she couldn't take her eyes off him, the way the candles highlighted every part of his face. How it made his eyelashes seem longer, his lips fuller, his cheekbones higher. He seemed unearthly.

Amy nodded mutely, afraid that if she talked the spell would be broken. She cut a small piece of the main dish, skipping over the Hors d'oeuvre. She didn't feel hungry at all, her stomach was in knots and her hands were trembling.

But when she glanced up, she noticed Jake was looking at her and forced herself to eat.

After they were done eating, Amy decided to break up with him. It was now or never. But once again, they both started to speak that the same time.

"Jake-"

"Amy-"

Stopping short, Amy breathed in slowly. Might as well let Jake go first. This might as well be the last time she hears his voice. Closing her eyes, she pulled back tears and motioned towards him.

"Y-you can go first." She heard rustling as Jake stood up and walked over to her. She wouldn't open her eyes. She wouldn't cry in front of him, even if it meant the entire world would burn.

"Amy, will you marry me?" A whisper, nothing more.

Amy's eyes shot open as she stared at Jake, kneeling in front of her. "Wha-what?" He wasn't, he wasn't breaking up with her?

"I-I uh-I..." she covered her face, embarrassed at how much her face was burning up. the tears she had so desperately been holding in earlier spilled over the edge, and for once Amy was thankful she used waterproof makeup. She peeked at Jake through her fingers, who was still kneeling, but now staring up at her with a earsplitting grin.

"YES!" Amy blurted. Then, taken aback by her own yell, she covered her mouth. Jake grinned, and stood up, gently taking her hand off her mouth and slipping the ring on.

It was nothing fancy, just a gold band with a row of tiny jades spelling out their initials. Amy stared at it in wonder. Here she was, thinking they were going to breakup, and instead they're engaged. She looked at Jake, then the ring, then at Jake again.

Thats why the date was so over-the-top. Jake had been peer pressured by Ian's fancy proposal to Cara, and wanted his proposal to be even better. It was so much like him.

With a huge smile, Amy leapt into Jake's arms, kissing him with all her might. They landed on the deck with a thump, and Amy was sure her dress was ruined, but neither of them cared.

Right now, it was only them, the fish, and their blissful happiness.

Next chapter will be the same, except from Jake's point of view