AMY'S POV

I woke up and looked at the clock. 7:30. I was up at 7:30 on a Saturday. I decided to check my phone for messages and voicemails. I looked down at my phone.

6 Missed Calls

2 New Voicemails

2 New Messages

I looked at my missed calls. I didn't recognize one of the numbers… which took up 4 missed calls. The other two were from Ben. Oh my god. Why couldn't he just leave me alone. I was really annoyed with the way he was so clingy. He thinks I'm going to marry him. I'm fifteen years old! Anyways. Onto the voicemails. I listened to them. One was from Ben. One was from the other number. I skipped over Ben's. I listened.

"Amy. We need to talk. Call me back when you get a chance." There was a pause. "well… bye."

Oh my god! It was Ricky!!

I would call him back after I got ready. Onto the messages. Ben.

Amy. Why aren't you picking up?! I need to talk to you…

I Love you.

-Ben

Amy. Please. I love you with all my heart and nothing could ever change that!!

-Ben

Did he have to say "I love you" every five seconds?! I threw my phone on my bed. I took a shower and got dressed. Then I picked up my phone and right as I was about to put it in my pocket it started to ring. It was Ricky. I picked up.

"Uhm… Hello?"

"Amy… Didn't you get my voicemails?!"

"Uh… Yeah. I was going to call you back eventually."

"Listen can I come over? We need to talk."

"Uhmm… Ricky. I don't think that's such a good idea…"

Just then, I heard the doorbell ring.

"Hold on. Someone's at the door."

"Sure."

I was still on the phone when I went downstairs to answer the door. I opened it. It was Ricky. I hung up my phone.

"What?"I asked.

"We need to talk."

"Come in."

My mom walked into the hall.

"Mom, this is Ricky."

"Wait! The Ricky? The same Ricky who got you pregnant!?"

He looked at my mom and put out his hand. "Nice to meet you?"

"Amy. Can I talk to you in the kitchen?"



"Sure," I turned to Ricky, "Ricky, just… just go wait in the living room."

"Mom, Dad, I don't want to talk to Ricky right now."

"Just go talk to him." My mom said.

My dad just looked at me with one of those "I'll take care of it later" kind of looks.

I left the kitchen and walked into the living room. Ricky was on the couch.

RICKY'S POV

I was sitting on the couch when Amy walked in.

"Hey," I said.

"Well, you said we need to talk," she sat down in the chair next to the couch, "Talk."

"Well, I don't know how to say this. Did I get you pregnant?"

I know. Dumb question. Just need to get that out in the open.

"No Ricky. I just ate a whole lot and went to the family planning clinic to get my stomach pumped!"

"Ok. I deserved that. So what do you want me to do about this?"

AMY'S POV

He just asked me what I want him to do about it.

"You could start by not smiling! This isn't funny," I didn't like how he was smiling at me. I was the same as right before we had sex. "I know that smile. It's the smile you had on you're face before we had sex."

"You want me to go out with you. You want me to take care of this baby. You want me to do things that I'm not ready for."

"No Ricky. That's not what I want."

"Yes it is."

"I can speak for myself."

He stood up.

"Since when?"

"Since I got pregnant! And I admit that this baby is as much yours as it is mine. And I can think of a million reasons to get rid of it. But I can think of at least a million more to keep it! And if you don't want to help me, then why did you come here?!"

He walked over to me. He leaned in until I could feel his breath on the side of my face.

"I want to help you."

He looked at me and smiled. I crossed my arms. He put his hands on my waist. I slapped his wrist.

"what do you think you're doing?!"

"This."

He leaned in and our lips touched. It felt the same as at band camp. I was attracted to him. I was drawn to his amazing smile and perfect body. His tongue was touching my lips. I opened my mouth a little. I could feel his tongue in my mouth, exploring. I liked it. His hands were sliding up and down my back. It tickled and I started to giggle. I could feel him smiling underneath the seriousness of this kiss. I pulled away.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow what?"

"Wow I really like you."

"Wow I really like you too. And how could you not remember that I am a good kisser?"

"Our kiss at band camp lasted like three seconds. Then you had sex with me. I didn't even think it was sex until…."

"How could you not think it was sex? Did you skip fifth grade or something?!"



When he said that I started to cry.

"Aww… Amy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm just… I just… my life is just a little weird…"

"YOUR LIFE IS WEIRD!! Ricky! I'm pregnant and I have a boyfriend that loves me and now you like me so…"

"Wait. You have a boyfriend that what?! Loves you?!"

"…Yeah."

"Amy. Ben just asked you out to have sex with you. Adrienne heard him talking with his little friends about how he was the only 15 year old boy in our school who was still a virgin. So then April or whatever told him that you would be easy to fuck. And so him and whats his face there made a bet that he couldn't get you to have sex with him!"

"wh-what?"

"Yeah. Amy, he was using you."

"will you drive me to his house?"

He smirked.

"Gladly."