Weekend At Amy's

"He walks funny."

Amy scrunched up her nose as she said this with a tilt of her head and Ricky, in response, scoffed, rolling his eyes as he threw her a look. "He runs funny." The two of them laughed together until it slowly died away, leaving them in a comfortable silence. Ricky watched as she dropped her gaze and shifted closer, reaching out a hand to hers.

She didn't pull away from him, just let him take her hand and thread his fingers through hers as she smiled up at him through the veil of her hair. He returned the smile and rubbed his thumb against her own. "So where do we go from here?" His gaze fell on their intertwined hands as Amy examined the expression on his face.

She didn't know how to answer him, wasn't sure of what the next step to take was, but she knew that she couldn't ignore what was happening between them now, in this moment. And he had come all the way to New York after all, just to figure it out.

"I'm not sure," she whispered back. "But I do know, that I don't want you to leave."

His smile grew wider and she could have sworn she saw him blush, though, it faded quickly as he returned her gaze. "But it's late, Ames." He whispered, bringing her hand towards his chest and leaning closer. "And I promised your parents-"

Amy silenced him with a hand reaching up to graze his cheek, her own gaze falling to his lips. "Just stay the night. Please? I—" Her voice dropped out as she dropped her gaze entirely, squeezing his hand back. "I've really missed you."

He leaned into her palm and shut his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his and pulled the hand that he still had to his heart. "I've missed you too."

He opened his eyes to see her smiling at him and couldn't help but bring her hand to his lips. He kissed it softly and smirked as she sighed at his touch. He hated to break the moment with words, but he could feel his heart beating faster and feared what that could mean for them. "But Amy," he said, reaching up to take the hand on his cheek. "I don't know if that's a good idea, to stay here around you. Any more time here and I might not be able to keep my promise."

Amy laughed and squeezed his hand tight. "I believe you can," she scooted her body closer to his until she sat beside him and he adjusted accordingly, unable to keep his eyes or his body from following her cues. She tucked herself in to his side and nuzzled his neck. "I believe you can do anything you decide you want to do and if you want to keep your promise to my parents and even keep your promise to me about trying to change. Then I believe you can do it, without a doubt."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, her words drowning him in a feeling he had never felt before. Her faith in him staggered him and it felt scary and exhilarating at the same time, like free falling or skydiving. He buried his face into her hair and let the smell of vanilla beans and lilies fill him up as he closed his eyes. Amy trusted him. She knew he could change, but wasn't forcing him to. And that thought alone made him believe in he could do it too.

The next morning Ricky found himself laid out on the couch, he and Amy having stretched out some time during the evening so that they were lying together, her back against his chest. A feeling of déjà vu washed over him as the familiar memory of he and Amy at band camp flashed through his mind. He couldn't ignore the familiarity of it all, Amy, lying beside him, sleeping soundly with the barrier between them broken. This time, of course, it seemed that they had rid themselves of their emotional barriers rather than the physical ones, but he relished in how good it felt.

Granted, they were far from having solved everything, but as long as they were in New York it felt like a fresh start, a clean slate. "The start to something big," he whispered. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead before he had time to over-analyze anything. She didn't stir, so he allowed himself to watch her for a beat longer before slowly pulling himself away, standing up to stretch. He walked over to her bed in the corner of the room and pulled the top blanket off moving to place it on her as she readjusted her position while sleeping. He smiled as she curled into herself even more.

Amy was never much of a mover when she slept and he used to marvel at her during those late nights when he would stay over to watch John. She would fall asleep and never move from her place, just simply curl up into a ball and knock out for hours. He himself tossed and turned a lot at night, which made him surprised that he hadn't pushed Amy off the couch at some point the night before, but then again, he had never actually cuddled with a girl at night. Usually he was leaving or making her leave and with Amy he didn't think that would ever be the case.

He watched her for a moment longer before turning toward her little kitchenette and stepping to the fridge. Amy had the essentials: milk, eggs, and bread, some deli meat and bacon, even some butter and jam, but there were more leftovers in the fridge than actual groceries and he shook his head, making a mental note to buy her some food and teach her how to cook some decent meals. 'Let's hope I have time,' He thought remembering that his flight was leaving Sunday afternoon. But he shoo the thought away and grabbed the eggs, milk and bacon, then proceeded to seek out a skillet.

After a good twenty minutes he was placing plates of eggs and bacon on the table while waiting for the bread to toast when a knock came at the door. He glanced over at Amy who was still sound asleep and smiled, heading toward the door. Another knock came and a outcry of, "Come on Amy! I'm starving! Let's go get some breakfast!" Again he glanced at Amy and saw her stir before he opened the door.

On the other side of the door stood two girls, both with dark hair and pretty, and from their features he could vaguely remember the names Amy had given him for her friends in the program. Meena and Megan. "Uh," he started, "hi," offering a small wave and polite nod. The two girls looked at each other, then at him, smiles creeping up their faces as they sized him up.

"Hi," the taller one said, stepping forward to glance around the door at Amy who was still on the couch, though she seemed to be waking up. "Ricky? Right?" He nodded and grinned, glancing over at Amy for himself before turning back toward the girls. "Yeah, Ricky, and you're Amy's friends?" The taller girl nodded and held out her hand.

"I'm Meena, that's Megan." Megan also offered her hand and he took it, nodding at both as he heard Amy sit up and get up off the couch. Meena looked around the door and waved over at Amy. "Good morning Sunshine." Amy came up behind him and he could feel her hand come to rest on his lower back as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Good morning," she yawned, smiling at her friends while one side of Ricky's mouth curled up in a smirk.

"Well," Megan giggled, she and Meena sharing a look as they watched Ricky and Amy interact. "You didn't tell us Ricky would be here."

"It was kind of an impromptu trip to visit Amy," Ricky explained, leaning against the doorframe as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It wasn't really planned." Amy nodded.

"Yeah, he had the weekend free and we just thought this would be a good opportunity for us to—"

"Spend some time together?"

"Talk." Amy reinforced, throwing an uncertain look in Ricky's direction. He made no move to agree with her or with Megan, though he did seem amused at her response. "We had or…have a lot to talk about."

Meena and Megan both smiled, causing Amy and Ricky to blush and avoid eye contact with each other until Meena broke the silence. "Anyway, we were coming here to pick you up for breakfast, but…it looks like Ricky's got you covered."

At this Amy turned toward where Meena was motioning and took in the sight of the kitchen table, a smile finding its way across her face as she looked at Ricky surprised. "Aw," she cooed, "You didn't have to do that."

Ricky shook his head and looked at her pointedly. "I had to do that. Have you seen your fridge lately? It's so full of fast-food leftovers that it's actually a little sad. You need some actual food in you or else you're going to get too used to this stuff." Amy rolled her eyes at him, but patted his back in thanks before turning to her friends.

"So, I guess I'm eating here." Amy said, ignoring the poignant looks they were shooting her, she brushed her back once more as they nodded.

"You girls could stay, I could cook some more if you girls want." Ricky was trying to be polite, feeling a little guilty for breaking their routine, but Megan shook her head waving him off.

"Nonsense. You two talk. If you're only here for the weekend, then you need all the time you can get. We'll catch up with you later, before the festival tonight?"

Amy nodded as she crossed her arms, "Yeah," she turned to Ricky and explained, "We're playing again in the park tonight." Ricky nodded as Megan turned toward him.

"I trust you'll be there to see Amy play?"

Amy tossed Megan a look and shook her head, opening her mouth to tell Ricky that he didn't have to, but he pushed himself up off the doorway and reached out to lightly take hold of her elbow. "Are you kidding?" he laughed. "When have I ever missed an opportunity to watch you play?"

Again Amy blushed, running a hand through her hair once more, but smiled none-the-less as she realized he hadn't ever missed her play, mostly because he was usually playing with her and, if she was honest, he had always been there at her concerts at Best of the Best. She could almost feel Meena and Megan's giggles on her face.

Ricky knew he had embarrassed Amy to some extent, but he couldn't deny how adorable she looked as she blushed from his sentiments. He also knew that her girlfriends were dying to poke fun at her and wanted to give them a chance to talk. They seemed to like him, maybe they would be able to talk him up to Amy, so he provided the opportunity.

"Well," he coughed, "I'm gonna clean up a little bit." He turned towards the girls in the hall and nodded his head. "It was nice meeting you both."

They waved back, returning the sentiments while he made his way to the bathroom, the last thing he heard was Megan saying clearly to Amy, "Damn girl. No wonder your John is so cute."

AN: Hope you enjoyed! This will be a three chapter piece, but can I just say. RAMY NOW AND FOREVER! Love it. Read it. Review it. Thanks!