Author's Note: Okay, so here's the first part of my three-chapter story. I know that in the show, Amy and Bob mention that she threw up on her prom dress, causing her to miss prom. But, in my head, things happened differently. WAY differently. So, without further or do, read and enjoy! (Please be aware that some information, such as the date of the prom, aren't exactly accurate.)

Story Title: Prom Night

Written By: ButterflyCryx

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Good Luck Charlie or any of it's characters. I just find enjoyment out of messing with them.

"C'mon mom! Just tell me!" Teddy Duncan, Amy Duncan's daughter said while following her into the living room. They were previously in the basement, where Teddy had stumbled upon beautiful pictures from her parents prom night. Amy, who was usually up for chatting about anything that involved herself, had refused to talk about it. A rather perplexed Teddy had vowed to get to the bottom of this, curious about what happened and why her mother didn't want to discuss it.

"Just leave it alone Teddy; Where is everyone?" Amy asked, trying to change the subject. Teddy sucked her teeth but answered anyway.

"Dad took Charlie and Toby to the park and I think Gabe is with P.J at the movies. Now, can you tell me about your prom?"

Amy ignored her daughters question and walked into her kitchen. She got a cup from the cupboard and poured herself some orange juice. She sat at the wooden table and picked up a random magazine that just happened to be there. Amy always knew this day would come, but she didn't think it'd be so hard to talk about. Teddy, with the photo album still in her hands, walked into the kitchen.

"Mom..."

"Teddy, just forget it, okay?"

"But-" Teddy stopped herself before going any further. What happened that night was obviously something bad. She could tell by the way her mother's face fell whenever she brought it back up again. Sighing, she placed the photo album on the kitchen table before her and walked out without saying a word. Amy's brow furrowed as she slid the photo album towards herself. Should she tell her daughter? I mean, Teddy's prom night wasn't exactly amazing and let's face it- when you're a Duncan, nothing like that ever is. Amy had learned that over twenty years ago when she attended her high school prom with her long time boyfriend Bob Duncan, who was now her husband and the father of her five children. Slapping her hands on the table, Amy stood up and grabbed the photo album. She put her glass cup in the sink and made a quick exit out of the kitchen so she could find Teddy.

-

Teddy plopped down on her bed and searched for her blackberry. She sent a quick text to her best friend Ivy, hoping she wasn't busy at the moment. She honestly wanted to be angry with her mother for not telling her about her prom night but hey, what was the use in that? Besides, hers was crap and she wouldn't want to inform her future children of it either. Well, maybe she would, I mean, it wasn't a big deal anyway. So why did her mother refuse to talk about it? It couldn't have been that bad... right? Snapping out of her thoughts, Teddy patiently waited for a response from Ivy. Just then, a soft knock came to her door, followed by Amy's voice.

"May I come in?" She asked, peaking her head inside the room.

"Sure." Teddy invited her mother to sit with her. Amy sat next to her then gave her the photo album.

"So you've decided to tell me after all, huh?" Teddy said, a smile blooming on her face. This caused Amy to roll her eyes.

"Don't get too excited girl, I can easily walk out." The woman was right. Teddy cleared her throat then replied.

"So, was it bad? Did daddy overeat and barf on you? Wait, did you barf?" Teddy asked all at once. Amy gulped then sheepishly smiled.

"I actually wish that did happen honey..."

"Well? What did happen, mom?" Teddy suddenly became nervous. Maybe her knowing wasn't such a good idea.

Amy hated to remember that awful night. It didn't start off as an awful night though. It was actually quite pleasant and she enjoyed the very beginning of it. Drifting off into a flashback, she began to reminisce of what happened over twenty years ago in South West Denver Community College, year 1989...

x

So... do want me to continue? If you're truly interested, please review.