Disclaimer: If I owned TSLOTAT Ricky and Amy would be together already. So...I don't.
(I deleted this and re-added so I could put it in the new SECRET LIFE section! WOOT!)
I changed what happened at camp for the story, sue me. THE SECRET LIFE FANFICTION!
The name doesn't make much sense with this intro, but it goes back in time, and it'll make sense later.
I know, I know, everyone's all for Ben and Amy, but I'M ALL FOR RICKY! I believe he's actually a good guy deep down and he just needs a good girl to set him straight, and that's why I made this. What if more happened at camp then they let on? Dun, dun, dun. I have every intention of making this as cute as I can, and I'm sorry the intro isn't longer.
"The point is, you're YOU and I'm..." He smiled easily, "I'm Ricky. I'm not a one woman man. You were nice for the summer...but do you really think we could work?"
I felt a knot in my stomach. Of course something like this would happen. I knew it would, Quinn reminded me that it would. I didn't care. He's just so gorgeous, and...dangerous. I let myself fall for him. I let myself get caught up in this...nothing. It isn't anything, not really. I thought it was. I was wrong. I looked down at my shoes, clenching my jaw. "I think we could if you let us." Sighing, I ran my hand through my straight brown hair, "But I guess that doesn't matter, does it?"
"Exactly." He replied, giving me the charming smile that got me in this situation in the first place. "See you at school."
"Wait." I called to his back that was heading towards the yellow bus that was taking him home. My parents were getting me later. He didn't turn to look at me, he just stopped. "This never happened, alright? We never met. We never spoke. We never kissed. We never..." I glanced down at my feet uncomfortably, clearing my throat, "We never fell in love, either. We're strangers. I don't..." I bit down on my lower lip, fighting the emotion I was trying to hide, "I don't want to be hurt by you again. Let down. Everything people say about you is true. You're dirt." He started to turn to look at me, but before he could I spoke again, "We. Never. Met."
"R-right. We never met." He agreed, his voice cracking ever so slightly. And with that, he walked on to the bus without a backward glance.
The best summer of my life has easily turned into the worse.
After registering at Hadley Hall I was told to wonder around the camp, get a feel of it before the general meeting in the dining hall. Quickly I found my cabin number and dropped my bags on one of the beds before deciding to walk the trails.
The camp was gorgeous. It was surrounded by tree's and I think I heard someone saying something about there being a beach a little ways behind the tree's if you went north. They probably use that to their advantage and lame beach activities on it. But how should I know? I've never been to band camp before. It could just be them working us to the bone and then I go home. Oh man, that would suck.
Not that I don't love band, I really do. I've been doing it since I was small! I just... don't want to do it twenty-four seven all summer, y'know? Whatever. I headed what I assumed was north and walked towards the tree's with a small smile, glancing behind me. I'm fairly sure we aren't supposed to go to the beach alone. For once, I'm going to bend the rules slightly. All the kids were either still registering or in their cabins. With the exception of a small few that were laying in a grassy area to the left of me. I pushed the hair behind my ear and entered the man made trailer towards the beach.
It was both calming and scary on the trail. Mostly because in those movies people all get killed in forests. The sounds of nature and the waves through the tree's was so calming, though. I couldn't deny that, so I tried to ignore the sound of footsteps, knowing they were my own and not a crazy killer. Of course, my fear must have shown on my face, because a light "Boo." was said from the left of me.
I jump about five feet in the air, only not really... I turned to see the person and scowled at her. She was leaning against the tree with a grin. "What do you want?" I demanded to know, figuring she was a camper.
She shrugged, "Nothing. Sorry, I was just hanging out." She rolled her eyes. "You were really easy to get, too." She smiled at me, "Hi, I'm Quinn." She introduced, reaching her hand out with a small smile.
I shook her hand and smiled a bit, "I'm Amy." We stood there for a few minutes, unsure of what to say. "Okay- well, I'm gonna go to the beach now, so...you can come too, if you want." I offered, thinking it would be cool to make a friend already.
"I'll hang out with you, but I suggest we don't go to the beach." She leaned closer like there was a giant secret, or big gossip, to tell. "Ricky Underwood and Kate Marshall are making out over there."
I just shrugged, "Should those names mean anything to me?" I questioned lightly with a smile.
She sighed exasperatedly, "Ricky is the player of the camp. We makes out with a bunch of girls until he finds one to 'date' until he rudely dumps her at the end of summer. No one smart would want to be that girl. Kate has a boyfriend. It's scandalous!"
"Oh." I nodded, "I'm not really into gossip, much. My best friends at home are. It's just not my thing, you know?" I scratched the back of my neck uncomfortably, "Maybe we should go some place else. You know anywhere we can hang out? The only place I thought could have been the beach... But maybe you know somewhere! You sound like you've been here for camp before." We both started walking back towards the camp on the trail.
As we exited it we were approached by a camp counselor. "Quinn," He thought for a moment, "I'm sorry, I don't think I have your name." He smiled somewhat kindly, so I told him it. "Right. Quinn, Amy. You weren't at the beach without supervision, were you?" He questioned, thinking he knew the answer already.
"Actually, Jack, we were going to but Ricky Underwood and Kate are making out on it." She grinned like a little girl who had just gotten candy. I'm guessing that you'll get punished for being on the beach without a counselor. I'm also guessing she doesn't like Ricky Underwood.
"Kate? Kate Marshall? Isn't she dating Henry Burns? Or did they break up during the school year?" He asked interested, making me giggle at how into the gossip he was.
"Well yeah but apparently he isn't...pleasing her, if you know what I mean. But I guess you can't really blame Kate, Ricky is the one that lures helpless girls into his charm. But anyway, you should go catch them before they leave."
He grinned, "Of course. Thanks for the tip, Quinn! It was nice meeting you Amy, I hope to get to know you better. You seem like a very nice girl." The male with dark shaggy brown hair--he couldn't be older than twenty-- started his walk through the trail.
Quinn and I continued to walk to where ever she was leading us. "That's Jack, he's one of the cooler counselors." She shrugged, walking into what looked like a game cabin with a TV and a pool table. "Want to play?" I shrugged, nodding. In the end she won the game, which isn't much of a surprise. "I have to meet up with a friend, I'll see you at the cabin meeting in the cafeteria, right?"
"I guess, yeah." I nodded as she smiled and gave me a one sided hug and skipped out of the cabin. I looked around the game cabin and sighed, leaving it too. Now where do I go? The second I was off the small stairs and on solid ground my shoulder collided with another shoulder. "Ouch, how rude are you?" I questioned to the male who looked like he was seething.
He glanced behind him, not stopping from his walk, "Sorry." I hardly thought he meant it. But he's attractive, and I'm bored. So, I followed him with a small smile. He noticed soon, glancing behind himself again in annoyance, "What?" He questioned.
"What's bothering you?" I asked happily, not really caring that the stranger seemed to be having a horrible day.
"A rat. I guess I should have seen it happen, it always does." He shrugged, stopping his walk and turning to me. "Who are you?" He asked, smiling as he looked me up and down. I shifted uncomfortably, biting my lip as the attractive guy didn't even try to hide that he was checking me out.
"I'm Amy Juergens. Who are you?" I questioned back with a slight smile.
"I'm Ricky Underwood." I felt myself take a step back, although I'm not sure why. I guess I sort of recognize him from my middle school, now that you mention it. But really I just stepped back because of all I've heard of him. "What?" He asked somewhat kindly, with a smile.
"Um...nothing...you're just sort of infamous, I guess." He didn't try to deny that, "Can you point me to the cafeteria?" I asked. His smile widened as he pointed to the side of us at the large building that had the bold lettering of 'cafeteria' on the side of it. "Oh." I blushed, looking at my feet. "Thanks." I muttered, heading towards it. "It was nice meeting you." I added as a second thought.
His laughter at the blonde moment I had fill my ears, and it only made me smile more.
