Rimsha Bashir 7M

10/2/2012

So sorry for posting so late. Don't hate me! I've been a busy, busy girl. Anyways thank you all for the reviews and everything. Love ya!

Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 Clues!

AMY'S P.O.V

A date. Okay, it'll go just fine. Just don't stutter, just don't stutter, just don't stutter. Oh, why did I let Natalie talk me into this? And of course my date had to be with the adorkable Evan! Deep breaths, you're okay.

I sighed gently brushing my fingers through my professionally curled hair. Naturally, Natalie had gone all out doing my makeup, my clothes, my jewelry, and my hair. She dressed me in a silky jade green mini-dress stopping mid thigh. It had two spaghetti straps at the top and a fitting top pushing my chest up. The skirt flared out. I wore six-inch pumps with it and added a Prada bag. I had long matching earrings with Grace's necklace around my neck. Everyone says it complements my eyes. Lovely. That's what he said…forget it, Amy. There is no way he is coming back to you when he has a million girls practically kissing his feet.

I dabbed some makeup, not too much, not too little, but just the right amount.

"Kiddo! Get in the car already. You don't want to keep your date waiting," Nellie, my multi-color haired au-pair yelled from outside in the limo.

"Coming!" I called back checking my reflection once more.

"You look really pretty," a voice commented behind me. Behind me was Sinead Staling.

"You think so?" I bit my lip anxiously. Would Evan like it?

Sinead being the mind reader, and one of my best friends, replied, "He'll love it. And if he doesn't, I'll get Holt to smash him up," She blushed a little when Hamilton Holt's name was mentioned.

"Yeah, okay," I smiled at the offer also noticing her facial expression.

"Well now leave. You only have eight minutes, fifty three seconds, and twenty milliseconds left until your date and estimating the time you're taking right now plus the time and speed it will take you to get to Luciano's…" She muttered calculating in her big Ekat brain. "…which will total to exactly three minutes late," Sinead concluded.

"Okay…thanks?" I giggled nervously. "Bye. Wish me luck."

IAN'S P.O.V

"Should I wear the black Armani suit or the negro?" I asked Dan furiously unable to make up my mind.

"Dude, they're both the same," Dan responded lazily licking a popsicle upside down. "Hey, have you ever wondered if a tattoo could be covered up with new skin? Like when you get a scratch or something, skin grows back, right? So if you had a tattoo, could skin grown back over it?"

I looked at him in complete horror. "Why would you ever think about that?" I shook my head in disgust. "Why do I even ask for your help?" I looked frantically between both suits.

"Black one!" a voice screeched down the hall.

"Thanks, Jonah!" I responded just as Dan groaned, "Hurry up and get ready already. Sinead already left."

"What? How could she? I still have to do my hair!" I hurried into the bathroom, changed, and combed back my hair in my best style. I had spent at least an hour earlier to make it look just right. I rushed out and spread out my arms. "Well, how do I look?"

"Uh…Cobra, I'm not an expert but I know Am-Sinead will love it. Now get in the car!" Dan urged pushing me towards the door. Just as I turned towards the flight of stairs, I saw a flash of auburn hair. Sinead? But she was in the limo. It was probably just Amy. I sighed. I wished I was going with Amy instead of Sinead. Not that Sinead isn't great and all, but Amy was lovely…

I got into my car and drove off towards Luciano's…