p style="text-align: center;"strongThank you, craycray3 for the support and help! And guest, I forgive u! This is really annoying, I just wrote this whole thing, but made a mistake, backspaced, and it deleted the whole thing! Anyways, here it is, again! Curse you, computer. /strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"Amy looked at the closet in her room. There were several dresses for her to choose from for her date. She didn't know which she should wear. She sighed. But, she came to a decision and chose a plain white one with a white lace bodice and some very light pink dress shoes. The restaurant wasn't very fancy. Amy had found out that the restaurant's name was emRistorante'. /emAmy sighed and put on a thin layer of lip gloss. She wasn't really one for makeup./p
p style="text-align: left;"Amy heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" she called, hoping it would not be one of the boys. She waited a minute for a reply. Nothing. "Who is it?" she repeated, a little louder this time./p
p style="text-align: left;""It's Sinead!" a voice called back this time. Amy breathed a sigh of relief. It was just her best friend. Amy opened the door and let Sinead in./p
p style="text-align: left;""He- Whoa!" Sinead said, looking her over. "Wow, I thought you would have something on a little less fancy!" Sinead said. Amy didn't know why Sinead would have expected her to wear something nice tonight. Unless she knew about the date./p
p style="text-align: left;""What?" Amy asked. Sinead sighed./p
p style="text-align: left;""You and Ian are going on a date, right?" Sinead asked. Amy blushed a little at the mention of Ian's name./p
p style="text-align: left;""H-how'd you know?" Amy asked, getting confused. She was sure that there was nobody in the room when she was talking to Ian./p
p style="text-align: left;""I bugged every room in the house!" Sinead asked, looking amused. Amy huffed in annoyance, she should have known that. Sinead would do anything to protect her brothers. So why wouldn't she bug the house? Amy sighed and rolled her eyes at her friend. Just what Sinead would do. Amy should have expected that./p
p style="text-align: left;""I should have known.." Amy said. Amy was going to do her hair. "I was just going to do my hai-"/p
p style="text-align: left;""I'll help!" Sinead said and started to do something to her hair. Amy knew that Sinead was good at doing hair, even if she wasn't much for fashion. Sinead's fingers seemed to work fast on her hair, almost making it seem like she wasn't really doing anything but randomly arranging her hair. "And done!" Sinead said cheerfully and held out a mirror at an angle so that Amy could see the back of her head./p
p style="text-align: left;"Her hair was in a french braid. Amy looked at her hair in admiration. "Wow.." she breathed. Sinead looked at her like 'See, I told you I can be good at hair when I want to,' Amy rolled her eyes and looked at the shoes she had picked out. Her shoes Were a very light pink, with a half-inch heel. The restaurant wasn't very fancy. "Thanks!" Amy said as Sinead left the room. Amy looked at the clock, it was 4:50, only ten minutes until their date./p
p style="text-align: left;"She looked herself over in the mirror, Her white dress falling to her knees, and the lace bodice's fringes falling to her waist. Her french braid fell to her mid-back. She looked at her face, her emerald green eyes sparkling and the lip gloss making her lips look shiny. Her face was pretty pale...Maybe just a little bit of blush would be good. /p
p style="text-align: left;"Amy applied a little bit of blush and looked at herself now, wondering what Ian would think. /p
p style="text-align: left;"~*~/p
p style="text-align: left;"It was now 5:00, time for Amy and Ian's date. Amy walked down the stairs to where Ian was already standing. "Wow, you look fantastic!" Ian said and Amu blushed a little./p
p style="text-align: left;""Thanks...You look nice, too..." Amy said awkwardly. She blushed more than ever when they started to walk out the door. They walked to emRistorante' /emtogether and entered the building. There were tables and chairs almost everywhere. Amy looked at the counter where their waitress led them to a table. She got them menus as they sat down. /p
p style="text-align: left;"It didn't take Amy long to decide. When the waitress came she took Ian's order then turned to her. "Um, just a the cesar salad, please." Amy said and the waitress wrote it down. /p
p style="text-align: left;""And to drink?" the waitress asked./p
p style="text-align: left;""Just water," Amy answered simply. The waitress nodded and walked to the restaurant's kitchen. "So..." Amy said, trying to get a conversation going. /p
p style="text-align: left;""Yes?" Ian asked in his silky, British accent. /p
p style="text-align: left;""um..." Amy said, not sure of what to say. Ian understood and they just sat there is silence. Amy sighed and looked into Ian's brown eyes. /p
p style="text-align: left;""What kind of chaos do you think the rest have gotten into now?" Ian asked, amused at the thought. Amy thought for a while. /p
p style="text-align: left;""If I didn't know any better, their setting up pranks for us for when we get home!" Amy said, also amused. Ian rolled his eyes and looked deep in thought. /p
p style="text-align: left;""Well, maybe they're just fighting and forgetting about us..." Ian said. Amy laughed a little at the sentence. Maybe they were too caught up fighting to care anymore. Amy laughed some more even though it wasn't that funny. Then Ian started laughing. The other people paid them no attention, because to their concern, Ian and Amy were just a couple of teenagers goofing around. /p
p style="text-align: left;"When their food came, they were no longer laughing, but actually having a normal conversation, no longer awkward and shy. "You thought he said what?!" Ian asked Amy. Amy laughed a little. /p
p style="text-align: left;""I thought he said.." Amy had to stop talking because she was laughing to hard. "I..Thought..that he said...'look at the buns..." Amy said, not knowing why it was so funny. Maybe because there was no more worrying about the rest of the family? Speaking of the family.../p
p style="text-align: left;""Oh no, what do you think the rest of the family's doing now?" Amy said, and immediately stopped laughing. Ian also stopped. /p
p style="text-align: left;""I don't know..." Ian said, unsure. But Amy didn't care at the moment... She was having too much fun! /p
p style="text-align: left;""Anyways, then..." Amy and Ian's conversation continued until they had finished their dinner and left the restaurant./p
p style="text-align: left;"Amy leaned into Ian, resting her head on Ian's shoulder while they walked home. Amy checked the watch she got in Switzerland. It was now 7:00. It was already getting dark, too. She sighed and looked at the sunset, Ian looking at her. Ian also looked at the sunset. The walked up to the front of Grace's mansion. They broke apart and Ian opened the door. A bucket of water came down on him. Amy laughed a little and looked inside, the other's were there, too, also laughing at the sight of a very soaked Ian. /p