Well folks, I bet you were expecting a romantic date scene neh? Sorry but not just yet XD Claire has a few things to say before that happens. Trust me, you'll enjoy it. Thank you all so much! Oh and by the way, sorry elize_mail! Your casual entry was in the last chapter and I totally forgot to mention it!

Casual entry for this chapter is by ZOE_Productions so be sure to check out the TNAB website to see it! As well as elize_mail's entry from last chapter!

Oh and sorry for the shortness, I'll make up for it next time I promise!

"Ah! What on earth am I going to wear!" Amelia shouted as she frantically raided her closet. It was eight o'clock and she was supposed to be at Jack's house in half an hour.

When she had been working at Moonlight Sonata, she had accidentally let her dinner plans slip to Lori. The assistant manager was so thrilled about the date, even though the poor waitress tried to correct her, that she let Amelia off early to get ready. Now, the frantic young woman was quite thankful for the extra time which she had ended up wasting trying to figure out what to wear.

"No, too flashy." She commented on one outfit in her wardrobe before chucking it across the room and moving on to the next. "Too casual." Clothes flew again. "Gah! This would be so much easier if I knew what he would like."

"What he would like? Would innocent Amelia Brave be going on a date?"

"Eep!" the troubled teenager whipped around to see Claire leaning on the door frame, arms crossed, and a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"W-What are you talking about?" Amelia tried to brush it off.

"So did Jack ask you out?" the tall brunette's smirk grew when her friend's face turned beet red. "I totally knew it was going to happen."

"H-he didn't ask me out! He just…" the light brunette turned her head away and her voice quieted, "asked me to dinner."

"Honey, that's what normal people call a date." Claire said mockingly.

"I-It's not a date!"

"Sure it isn't."

"It's not!"

"Right, and next week when he asks you to go see a movie that's just a get-together."

"Claire…" Amelia whined.

"And when you spend every waking moment together, that's maybe having feelings for each other."

"Claire."

"And when he gets down on one knee—"

"CLAIRE!"

"What!"

Amelia couldn't even form words, so just sounds of protest and embarrassment sputtered out. She then slapped her forehead and groaned miserably.

"…It's not a date." The flustered teen finally grumbled.

"Well anyway, if you're looking for the perfect outfit for your date—"

"Weren't you listening!"

"—we need something flirty. Something that says, 'I'd like to see you try to win me over.'" Claire stepped past Amelia and started to rummage through her closet while her roommate continued to protest.

"I'm not trying to be won over!" Her blush deepened from anger and embarrassment.

"The classic little-black-dress would be good, but might be a little too formal for a first dinner-date."

"It's just a dinner, not a date."

"How 'bout a mini skirt?"

"NO!"

"Nah…that would be way too flirtatious for you. Girl you have a crappy wardrobe."

"Ugh! Will you just leave?" Amelia crossed her arms and glared at her friend digging deeper into the closet.

"Hello." Claire suddenly said, her eyes wide, but then a mischievous expression formed across her face. "What do we have here?"

"W-What?" her roommate behind her asked nervously, biting her lip.

A few minutes later, Amelia was standing in front of her mirror wearing Claire's choice for "the perfect outfit" as the tall young woman had put it. The would-be sorceress had on a nice purple top with a square neck-line which showed off her blue pendant, and three-quarter length sleeves that split to her upper arm so they draped elegantly. She wore a flowing black skirt that hit just below her knees. On her feet was a pair of shiny black shoes with silver buckles that held down the straps. Claire then added the finishing touch, a matching purple double-hairclip to hold back Amelia's light brown bangs. Now, the well-dressed young woman gazed at her reflection in amazement.

"Wow…I didn't even know I had this." She breathed.

"Which is a miracle in itself considering you have no date clothes." Her roommate who stood next to her commented.

"For the last time," Amelia turned toward her friend with an annoyed glare, "it's not a date!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Claire waved her off as she began inspecting her friend's appearance. "Blush, you need some blush and a little foundation."

"What! I have to wear makeup too?" the disgruntled teenager whined.

"Yes, now be quiet and sit in that chair."

Reluctantly, the light brunette did as she was told and the tall young woman brought out a makeup kit.

"Can't have too much now or else you'll look desperate." Claire said and her friend groaned. She then brought out a skin colored bottle and a white triangle sponge.

"The foundation evens out your skin tone and hides blemishes." She explained as she applied the liquid to her friend's face. She knew that Amelia wasn't exactly keen on using makeup and didn't know what hardly anything was in the box she had brought out so she took the liberty of explaining what she was doing. Next, the tall young woman grabbed a little tray with an assortment of different shades of pink. She picked up the brush, chose a color, and began to apply it to her friend's cheeks.

"Considering you blush around him all the time, maybe this will help to make it not so obvious."

As if on cue, Amelia's cheeks became a natural, light cherry color.

"As I expected." Claire gave a curt nod and finished applying the blush. She crossed her arms and grasped her chin as she pondered something. "Hmm…Since you're going to be eating, I'd say just a shiny clear-coat lip gloss would work." She got up to get said item while the dressed-up young woman just slumped with dread. Claire came back and handed a clear tube to Amelia, who slowly took it and put the lip gloss on.

"Ok, are we done now?" She turned toward her after she finished and handed back the clear tube.

"Yes, so you can breathe easy now." The tall young woman joked.

"Good," Amelia sighed, "Um, could I wear my black slacks instead of the skirt?"

"No!" Claire shouted absolutely appalled, and her friend even winced a bit at the sudden outburst. "It'll throw off the whole look!" she put her hands on her hips, "Girl, you have nice legs. It's high time you showed them off!"

Amelia nearly fell over from embarrassment and her face flushed bright red.

"But it feels so weird! I'm not used to wearing skirts!" She complained.

"You're a horrible liar." The tall young woman stated bluntly. "You wear one as part of your work uniform."

"Th-that's different!" her roommate protested, "I'm forced to wear one then! A-and you know I hate it!"

"Stop being so self-conscious, you're nineteen for gosh sake!" the dark brunette scolded. "You should be used to wearing clothes that flatter your figure by now!"

The light brunette sighed in defeat then her gaze shifted toward the digital clock next to her bed. She suddenly gasped and quickly stood up.

"Oh no, it's almost eight-thirty!" She hastily grabbed her car keys and ran out of her room toward the front door. As her hand grasped the door knob, she stopped and turned back to her friend who walked into the room.

"Thanks Claire." She smiled graciously.

"No big." The tall brunette shrugged and a smirk crossed her lips. "But if you come home without a "taken" status, I'll slap you." She laughed, but Amelia got the feeling she was serious.

A short while later the well-dressed young woman pulled into the driveway of the old, yet newly renovated house and noticed that the illusions of construction workers were gone. She got out of her silver car and looked toward the front door, which now seemed to be over a hundred feet away. Gulping nervously, she began to make her way to the house. When the would-be sorceress came to the door, she pressed the doorbell and heard the funeral march play.

"Figures." She rolled her eyes and smiled.

Amelia nearly jumped out of her shoes when she heard the door knob begin to turn. It seemed as though everything was running in slow-motion as the door opened and there stood a sharply-dressed human Jack Skellington. He wore a slate gray suit, black shoes, and a white undershirt, leaving the coat unbuttoned.

"Hello Amelia." He greeted, but then emerald eyes met ocean blue and time fully stopped. They stood there staring at each other in silence, both astonished by each other's appearance.

"Whoa." They breathed, and then snapped out of their dazes.

"Erm, wow Amelia. You look wonderful." Jack managed to speak first. The sorceress had a tint of pink splash across her cheeks.

"U-um, thank you…Jack." She fumbled over her words, "A-are you sure it isn't too much?"

"No not at all! Honestly, you look…perfect." He said still in a bit of a daze.

"Th-thanks…again." She laughed a little. "You look great yourself."

Jack blinked in surprise and felt his face heat up. "Well um, thank you. It's not much really." He laughed sheepishly. He then stepped aside, holding the door open, and gestured for her to walk inside. "Please, by all means come in."

Amelia giggled, "Why thank you, Jack." She said and walked passed him into the house, the sorcerer gently shutting the door behind them.

And now finally the dinner can begin...next chapter *giggles evily* Sorry to keep you guys waiting XD But don't worry, it'll come next chapter! Anyway, a big thanks to ZOE_Productions for her amazing casual entry and thanks to elize_mail for her entry which was in the last chapter. Again I'm so sorry for not mentioning it! And again I'm sorry for the shortness of the chapter ^^;

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