Chapter 3 has come! The date, the date! Okay, read.
Ian drove to Amy and Evan's house, pulling at his jacket. He was casual Ian, which meant jeans (He blamed Dan), a polo shirt, and leather jacket. Yes, he wore leather. Not just on his feet.
He walked up to the front door, but before he could knock, Amy opened it. She looked gorgeous, per usual. Her long, red-brown hair was flattened and he wore no make up. Ian personally thought she was more beautiful that way.
Her outfit consisted of a dark blue, black shorts, and leather knee-high boots. Amy looked simply Amy, which meant unattainable beauty by all other women. Even in a paper bag, hair filled with rats, bags under her eyes, she would still be the most beautiful thing Ian had and ever would seen. She held this natural beauty, in her heart and looks.
"Hey, Ian, ready for Benny's?" she asked, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Even though he knew it shouldn't have, his heart quickened. He knew it was wrong to love someone who was betrothed, but he felt a pang of compassion for everyone else that had been in his position. No one could control their emotions. So screw it. That's a watered down version of the war inside him.
"Actually, I ordered two movies on Netflix that looked good, pizza, and have ice cream sundae ingredients in my house. I have 'The Notebook' and 'Remember Sunday', which one do you want to watch?" Ian rushed the words from his mouth, opening the passenger seat door for Amy.
"Sounds awesome, actually. Remember Sunday, I love that movie!" Amy gushed as Ian drove. He smiled slightly.
"Pizza is coming in about 30 minutes, so let's start it when we get home. So, did you miss me yesterday? I went on a date with your brother, he was weird, as usual," Ian said.
Amy laughed. "Did he behave?" she teased.
"No, when does Dan ever behave?" Ian asked, smirking. Amy rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Well, he was a very good baby, you know," she informed. He raised an eyebrow.
"Easy babies usually turn into terrors," he remarked dryly.
"You were an easy baby, I was an easy baby," Amy listed off.
"So you see my point."
It was 10 o'clock, the pizza finished, and ice cream slowly melting. Ian and Amy were playing a very competitive game of not chess, not checkers, not Monopoly, not Risk, but Disney Headbandz.
Amy was the Enchanted Rose. It was Ian's turn and he was guessing.
"Am I a person?" he asked. She shook her head. "Do I talk?"
"Yes," she assured.
"Am I an animal?" he asked, nervous.
"Yep," Amy laughed.
"Damn it. Tell me I'm not someone from Bambi, not Bambi," he begged.
"I would, but I don't want to mislead you," she smirked. Ian closed his eyes.
"Am I Thumper?" The second the excitable bunny's name left his lips, Amy started laughing hysterically. "Aw, hell." Ian took his card down form his mouse ears and indeed, he was the overactive rabbit.
"My turn! Am I an object?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Am I in a princess movie?"
"Yes."
"Am I in Cinderella?"
"No."
"Am I in Snow White?"
"No."
"Am I in Brave?"
"What the hell is Brave?"
"I'll take that as a no. Am I in Sleeping Beauty?"
"No, well, you show up, but it's from another movie," Ian explained.
"Am I in Beauty and the Beast?" she asked.
"Yes." Amy eyed him carefully, thinking hard.
"Am I a cup?"
"No."
"Do I talk?"
"No."
"Am I a plant?" Amy remarked, sarcastic.
"Actually, yes." Amy blinked at him like an owl, surprised. Then the answer popped into her lovely brain.
"I'm the Enchanted Rose, aren't I?!" she squealed, pumping her fist into the air.
"Yeah, you are," he affirmed.
"Great! Okay, we've finished the deck. What do you want to do now?" Amy asked, curious.
"I think I should take you home. It's late, and Evan is probably missing his lovely bride-to-be," Ian smiled. He wasn't lying, she was lovely. But he wished that he was with the part about her being Evan's bride-to-be.
"Okay. Do you want to do this every week? I've missed you, Ian. I missed what we did before the wedding, how we would just hang out. I need some sanity, and it seems like you're the only sane person left on earth sometimes. Sinead is driving me to the brink of insanity, bombarding me with questions and stuff, cause you know she's engaged."
"Woah, Sinead is engaged?" Ian couldn't believe that. "When did that happen?"
"Three days ago," Amy responded. "Seriously? You need to check your emails, Ian."
"I know, I know! And yeah, that sounds really, really nice, Ames," he admitted.
"Thanks, Ian. Now come on, let's start towards home," she said, getting off the floor and stretching gently. Then her mouth dropped. "Ian, look out the window." Ian stood up and turned around, freezing as he did.
Snow almost completely covered the windows, the barest amount of light leaking through. They still had power, luckily. It wasn't all that cold, but they were snowed in.
"I-I-I need to call Evan. I hope he's okay," Amy stammered, her old stutter returning for a moment. She dialed his number and held it to her ear, nervousness spelled plain across her face. Ian wished that she would be like that for him. "Evan? Evan, are you okay? Yes, yes, we're fine, we have power. But we're snowed in. I have no clue how long we'll be here, Ev, I'm okay, don't worry! Is anyone at the house with you? Dan? Good God, I'm so sorry. I hope he doesn't bug you too much. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you, Ev. Bye!"
"Are they okay? Had Ev lost his mind yet?" Ian barely contained a snarl. She called him Ev. Curse his short name! No nicknames, nothing. He knew his anger was wrongly aimed, but that didn't matter. It. Just. Made. Him. Mad.
"Actually, not yet. So, do you have a spare guest room or anything? Couch?" Amy asked, gently pulled at the edge of her sweater.
"Yeah, a guest room. I also have some pajama shirts that might fit, do you want the pants too?" he asked awkwardly.
"I think the shirt should be fine, but can I please have the pants just in case it gets cold? I'm sorry, I feel awful, I'd totally get it if you didn't want to do this again, I'm a bit of a jinx," Amy blurted out. Ian shook his head.
"No, it's fine. Jinxes, while inconvenient, are usually when the best things happen. And sure, no prob," he answered, heading into his room to grab the clothes. Amy smiled, relieved.
"Thanks, Ian. Right down the hall, right?" Amy asked, pointing. He nodded. "Okay. Night, Ian. Love you!" And then she gently kissed him on the cheek before heading towards the guest room. Ian waited until he heard the door lock before jumping up in the air, fist up, mouthing 'Yes'!
How long will they be stuck together? How long until 'Ev' goes insane? How long until this story ends? How long until they get together? How long before I stop asking how long questions?
