Amy and Ben are almost eighteen years old. Ricky is eighteen/ nineteen, and that means that John is two. Amy & Ben are in their senior year, and Ricky's at a one-year college. Amy and Ben have been having relationship problems since they were sixteen. Amy found out about Italy, but she still doesn't let Ben go. He makes her feel.. comfortable. She's gotten over what happened at Italy, at least that's what Ben thinks. And Ben still loves her. Amy and Ricky have become closer friends, and are secretly dating. Adrian has left and found Antonio. Anyway, read to find out more! This is just the main stuff you need to know. It's a different story for me, but let's see how this goes?

Reviews, please! =D

(P.s. some of this may seem out of character, but they're older, they've changed.)

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I looked out my bedroom window that night- the moon was shining exceptionally bright across the pitch black sky. I looked at all the stars, and I had only two things on my mind, or more specifically, I had only two guys on my mind. Ricky Underwood and Benjamin Boykevich. The gorgeous, irresistible, and ever-changing father of my two year old son and the super sweet boyfriend who supported me through my pregnancy.

I thought I would never be able to get over Ben cheating on me, but I really didn't care anymore. It was almost two years ago. (And to be honest, Ricky and I have hooked up a few times since then..okay, maybe more than a few times, but Ben doesn't know about that.)

Ben's Italian one-night stand 'girlfriend' from Italy, Maria, moved here in our sophomore year. Ben says that he doesn't care about her, but she seems pretty into him. She's always flirting with him and messing with him, and when I'm watching, he pushes her away. But I don't know what happens when I'm not around. I bet I'd be pissed if he cheated on me again with her, though.

Ben was my comfort, my support, my shoulder to cry on when I needed it. I love him- but then there was Ricky. Ricky and I have been secretly dating since last year, eleventh grade, and he knows Ben isn't aware of it. Yes, so I know it's kind of surprising about Ricky and me dating and hooking up, but it was something that just kind of happened. The first time, after band camp, was when I was sixteen years old during the summer after I finished tenth grade. And just like band camp, it wasn't planned. (But apparently he had planned it because he hadn't forgotten a condom that time.)

Ben and my first time was earlier this summer, right before senior year (I'm only been in twelfth grade for a couple of weeks), and we've had sex two times so far. Okay, so I've definitely changed a lot in the past year. But come on, I'll be eighteen years old in three months!

And so after that summer last year, Ricky and I decided to start dating and just not tell Ben. Adrian and her family moved away last year and she's found her first love, Antonio. Or so that's what I hear, anyway. Grace and I have become good friends, and I've been talking to Lauren and Madison again, although we aren't close anymore.

So, anyway, here's my dilemma: I am 100% mixed up and confused, captivated by two guys, and I have no idea who I should be with. Ricky and my relationship is mostly physical, but it isn't just like that. We really do love each other. But I love Ben, too!

"Hey," I jumped at a voice echoing from the doorway of my room. I fidgeted back as I noticed Ricky's voice, and I stood up from where I was sitting at the window. I walked up to him and he grabbed me around the waist and quickly kissed me.

"Hey, Ricky," I replied, running my fingers through his hair. Ricky's almost nineteen, just like I'm almost eighteen, and he's at college but it's only for a year.

It's kinda funny, because with Ricky, I could be a total slut sometimes, but then with Ben, I can be just like I was when I was fifteen and sixteen. The good girl. At least most of the time I am (with Ben).

"Where's John?" Ricky asked.

"He's in the living room with Robbie. They're eating dinner. I told my mom I was really tired, and she said she'd take care of it," I said. It's eleven at night, so they're eating kind of late. But my mom and dad went out and didn't get home until an hour ago. (They got remarried last year, so we're all back in the house together again.)

He nodded, but seemed to have something else on his mind. "You look so," he paused, looking at me. "beautiful." I wrinkled up my face. I didn't think I looked beautiful. I was only wearing a tank top and jeans. "You make me so hot, Amy."

He kissed me aggressively, our bodies pressed against each other. It lasted for only a few seconds before he pulled away, breathing heavily to ask, "Want to go out tonight?"

I groaned when he pulled away and breathed, "No, no, let's stay here," as I pressed my lips to his again. He wasn't reluctant and didn't hesitate even a little. He violently kissed me as he quickly picked me up into his arms and turned out the lights, carrying me to the bed.

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"Wake up, Amy," I heard Ricky say, lying beside me in the bed. I groggily woke up and realized that I had fallen asleep. Crap! I was supposed to put John to bed last night, and I'd forgotten I needed to stay awake.

"What's today?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Um," he paused, thinking. "It's.. Saturday." He threw himself off the bed, like he suddenly remembered something. He bent over and started to pull on his pants. "I need to go. I have to work, I'll see you later."

What? No. He can't leave! "Ricky-" I started to protest.

"I love you, Amy," he interrupted me. "I'll see you tonight."

I nodded reluctantly and let him go. I waited until he walked out, and I heard the click of the front door being shut as he left. I got dressed- I wore Ricky's T shirt that he left here from a few weeks ago and my jeans.

And then I remembered. Oh, hell! We weren't protected last night. I don't think we were protected a couple of weeks ago, either. At least I wasn't on the pill. Ben and I did it three weeks ago, our second time, but I think he used a condom. I wasn't sure though. Cursing under my breath, I ran to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out an early pregnancy test.

Please, please, be negative. I thought to myself. I gave it time, waiting nervously and impatiently, and then I held it under the light and fumbled with it nervously in my hand. I looked at the result, and I saw a little pink plus sign.