This story is starting based on the preview from the upcoming episode "A New Kind of Green". (Although it's mainly centered around Amy and Ricky.) So tell me what you think about this story, and I'll be sure to update it soon. =D

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Around eight o' clock at night, Ricky and I stood in the living room, arguing, as usual, after we got John to drift off to sleep. I paced back and forth across the dim room, barely lit by a few lamps that were located in the room, giving off a fluorescent glow.

"Have you talked to Ben any this summer?" I asked, the tone in my voice eager but unsteady as he met my stare the first time since we'd been bickering.

"Yeah, a few times." He attempted to sound indifferent as he nodded and took his eyes off of mine, nonchalantly glancing down at the floor. I said nothing, so he peeked up at me. "I don't know anything about what he did in Italy, if that's what you're asking."

Ricky walked a few feet away from me, but I quickly followed after him. "I know that you know!" I said with an edge to my voice right before he turned around to face me.

"I don't know, Amy," he said calmly, yet with a slightly annoyed look in his eyes.

"You don't know if Ben had sex this summer?" I could feel the tension building up inside of me. I knew he wasn't going to tell me, so it was pointless of me to even ask. Why would Ricky Underwood tell me anything? Although I could see truthfulness in his eyes, I still was not convinced that he didn't hear anything from Ben about it. It wasn't that I thought Ricky was lying to me, I was simply desperate to know what happened with Ben in Italy.

"No," Ricky insisted.

I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, I felt the urge to shake him and demand he tell me an answer. Without thinking it through, I threw my hands onto his unzipped jacket and grasped it tightly as I shook him. "I know that you know!" I exclaimed fiercely.

"Hey!" He said, still remaining calm as he put his hands around my wrists and shoved me off of him. "Don't do that." My hands fell down to my sides, and we both stood there glowering at each other.

"Tell me! You know something! I know you do!" I shouted at him, not caring about how loud I sounded. I was furious, although I believed he didn't know anything. I just wanted to be assured that nothing happened while Ben was in Italy, but I had a feeling inside of me that he did do something in Italy. Ben wasn't going to tell me, obviously, so I wanted to find out from Ricky.

"You talk to Ben! You work with him, you must talk to him! Tell me what you aren't telling me, Ricky! Tell me what you know! Tell me! I need to know! I need to know if Ben did anything while he was in Italy!"

"I'd tell you if I knew anything." He slightly raised his voice, but kept his tone even to avoid sounding annoyed or bothered, although I knew he was. I didn't care- I wasn't going to give in. I would keep pressing on until he told me something. He must have at least heard something from Ben.

"Look, I don't talk to Ben, okay? I haven't seen him at the butcher shop. He just came back from Italy a week ago." His once calm face finally turned into a grimace as he pulled his lip upwards and slanted his eyebrows. "What do you want from me? I don't know anything about what Ben did in Italy. Do I think he had sex? I don't know. He might have. Go confront him about it, 'cause you're not gonna find out anything from me!"

"Alright." I murmured, as I wandered my eyes down to the floor. "I guess you should be going then. John's asleep, so there's really no reason for you to be here if you aren't going to tell me anything about Ben."

I took a deep breath and walked towards the front door. I heard him treading behind me. I turned around after I opened the door for him, but he was looking outside like he saw something. His face suddenly had a smirk on it, and I looked out the door to see what he was glaring at. I frowned and scowled once I saw Adrian and Ashley walking up to the door.

Once they reached the door, Ashley came through first with a smile on her face. "Thank you for opening the door for me."

They both came in, and I shut the door behind them, assuming that Ricky wasn't leaving now that Adrian was here. He would stick around to see the commotion. Adrian stood beside Ricky and gave him a seductive smile, and he returned the same smile. I rolled my eyes at them and folded my arms together across my chest as I stood beside Ashley, between her and Ricky. I examined both Ricky and Adrian closely. They looked so.. right for each other. They seemed to be so much alike.

No one said anything, so I decided to break up the silence. "What are you two doing here? Ricky and I were trying to take care of John. Do you have to be in the middle of everything?" Ashley laughed at how upset I sounded, and I rolled my eyes at her and looked back over at Adrian.

Adrian batted her eyes and said firmly, "You think you know everything just because you have a baby."

"No!" I shouted. "I don't." I looked over at Ricky, while tension and anger was increasing inside of me. "Do I, Ricky?" I didn't know what compelled me to ask him such a question as that, he would always agree with Adrian, of course.

He glanced at Adrian from the corner of his eye, but then he pulled up the side of his lip through honest eyes. "Kinda."

"Alright, well why don't you leave then? You and Adrian just get out of my house! I don't know why you even came here. Just get out!" I shouted. No one said anything or even moved. I was getting tired of this. I swung my arms as I rushed over to Ricky and shoved him towards the door.

"Hey, stop!" Adrian said. "Don't touch him like that!"

We all froze and looked at her, and Ricky smirked again. "Why, Adrian, are you jealous? She's touched me that way before." He laughed smugly as him and Adrian glowered at one another, Ricky smiling his crooked smile. "Band camp, remember?"

"Amy's right!" She yelled loudly. I could see the anger that lied within her eyes, and I could see the tension that was building up inside of her. "We should go!"

She headed for the door, and as she stood in the doorway she shouted, "Let's go, Ricky!" She didn't wait for him to come with her- she slammed the door behind her as she angrily marched out. Ashley was cracking up at what had just happened, and I spaced out as I had flashbacks of band camp. Ricky was standing where he was before, with no emotion on his face. He was making no movements, and he, too, looked like he was having flashbacks.

"Yeah, we could do that." I had once said, after he pulled away from kissing me; how naive I was, but yet, I remembered how attracted I was to him. I felt my eyebrows pull themselves together as I questioned my own feelings. Was I still attracted to him?

"No, that's not possible." I whispered out loud to myself, but I was still spaced out.

"I've never done that before." I continued saying, remembering how nervous I felt at that exact moment.

"Oh yeah? I bet you'd be really good at it." He told me, sounding just as nervous as I was. I probably made myself look like an idiot, having no idea what he was talking about until he assured me. "Making out."

"Oh. You do that a lot? Make out?"

"I've made out with a few girls, but only if they're special. You're special Amy." I couldn't believe that I had fallen under his evil scheme. He never really thought I was special. He only wanted one thing from me.

I felt someone shaking me. I gasped and snapped myself out of it, looking up at Ricky. "Amy." I stared at him, with my mouth slightly opened in surprise, stared to say anything to him as I couldn't get the band camp memories out of my head.

He looked at me with soft, nervous eyes as I finally met his stare, and we stood there both looking into each others eyes. His hand was grasped firmly around my arm, still not moving it after he shook me.

I pulled my eyebrows together as I studied his face closely. He was different- he wasn't the same as he was at camp. I could see it in his eyes, and I could have sworn that I saw compassion in them.

"I– I'm sorry. I was out of it. Sorry." I looked nervously around the room, desperate to take my eyes off of him as my heart was pounding heavily in my chest at the sight of him. I noticed that Ashley was gone.

"Where's Ashley?"

"She left a few minutes ago." He looked down at his hand which was on my arm and quickly took it off, as he figured I didn't want him touching me. He looked at me like he was expecting me to be angry- but I wasn't angry.

I looked into his eyes, searching for a hint that he was different. But I was not only searching for that, I was searching to see if there was any reason as to why I suddenly felt this way. I actually felt something for him. My heart wasn't pounding because I was nervous – it was pounding because I was attracted to him. I had butterflies in my stomach. I studied him closely, and although I was frantic and my heart felt like it would explode if I looked at him for another second, I continued to stare deeply into his eyes. He looked back, like he was looking for the exact same thing.

Did I like him? I asked myself. Was there any possible way I could like him? I squeezed my eyes shut and thought to myself, "You can't be falling for him! Don't fall under his spell again! He'll only trick you just like he did at camp!"

My mind was thinking one thing, but my heart was thinking another. My heart was thinking that despite everything, I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. But then again, my mind was telling me that I was crazy for feeling this way.

I didn't know which to listen to. I was pulled out of my thoughts once again, and stepped backwards as I gasped for breath. Ricky stared at me, confused, worried what was going on with me. "You okay?"

"I- I'm fine. I think you should leave. It's getting late." I started pushing him towards the door, and he opened his mouth like he was trying to protest, but I didn't allow him to speak. I shoved him out the door and shut it behind me. I leaned back against the door and bent down onto my knees. I rocked myself back and forth, my heart racing. I couldn't believe that this had happened. I was in love with him. And there was nothing I could do about. Ricky Underwood would never love me.