Taking place right after Episode Two of the new season.
## California = 3 hours behind New York
Today was the start of summer break, and Ricky, Amy and John were exiting the plane and entering the New York Airport. Once they went through security, they could go get their bags, so Ricky held their carry-on bags, which mostly consisted of things for John, while Amy held their son.
Several minutes later, they found the correct area and began searching for their luggage. As it turned out, they needed a cart because of all the bags. Ricky chuckled as he looked at the cart filled with one of his bags, one of John's and three of Amy's. She turned to him and asked, "What's so funny?"
"Why'd you pack so much?" She just shrugged. They made their way to the van that the music program director had provided to take them to the hotel, where they would all be staying for the duration of their trip.
It was a long, awkward trip to the hotel and the only sound was the occasional humming of the driver and the sounds of John breathing heavily. In the silence, Amy thought about the day that she had been told about the program.
* Flash back *
Amy sat in the chair in the small counselors office, listening to the woman in front of her. "You've been invited to a program for musically gifted students in New York!"
Amy smiled. "Wow, that's great! Too bad I can't go. I have to watch over John." The counselor smiled like the cat that swallowed the canarie.
"What?" asked Amy.
"Well, Ricky has also been invited to the program! They can book adjoining rooms and you can both take care of John while you're there. Isn't that great?"
* End Flashback *
After several hours talking it out, Amy's parents and Ricky's foster parents finally agreed to the trip.
When they finally arrived at the hotel, there was someone there waiting to grab their luggage, and Ricky and Amy gratiously accepted the offer.
When they stepped into the hotel, Amy exhaled and gasped. The hotel was beautiful! On the inside, Ricky was just as impressed, but keeping up his poker face, he simply led Amy over to the director of events.
"Ricky! Amy! Oh, and this must be little John!" said the tall woman, bending down to look at John in Amy's arms. When she stood she looked from Amy to Ricky then said,"I'm afraid that we have a slight problem."
"What kind of problem?" asked Ricky slowly, as if to control his frustration.
The director looked sheepishly at them. "Well, when we were booking your rooms, we told the hotel that you would need a room with a crib for your son..."
After Amy and Ricky nodded she continued. "Well, they thought that since you had a son that you were married, so, umm, they, uh...booked you only one room to share." she said the last part quickly.
"What?" said the two parents simultaniously. Amy sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I am so sorry. We tried to book another room for you, but they're all booked. I suppose you'll just have to share the room. My apologies. Here is your itinerary for the next four weeks and hotel key." She handed Ricky two booklets, each with their own name on it, and two card keys with the room number printed on it. She walked off leaving the teenagers angry and confused.
After a minute of silence, Ricky turned to Amy. "I guess we'll just have to deal with this. I can sleep on the couch or something. Come on, I'm REALLY tired."
Amy nodded, deciding to agree, because she was also tired. It was only 7:00 p.m. but the plane ride was long and she wanted to stretch out.
So, she followed Ricky to the elevator. Once inside he glanced at the room number and pressed the number to the level they needed. The elevator ascended upward, stopping at the second floor.
When they found the right room, Ricky unlocked the door with the card key and opened the door. They both walked in and saw that their luggage had already been brought up. The room itself was nice. It had a microwave and fridge in a small area which was assumed to be the kitchen. The rest of the main room consisted of a small round table with two chairs, and a t.v.
Amy stepped past Ricky and walked into the bathroom and saw that it was nice enough with a showerhead and a tub for John. She was checking the cabinet for a hairdryer when she heard Ricky.
"Uh, Amy, there's only one bed and no couch."
Amy sighed in frustration, leaving the bathroom and entering the bedroom where Ricky was. She placed John in the crib, who was already sleeping. "I guess we'll just have to share."
Ricky looked surprised. Amy shrugged. "What else are we gonna do? Sleep in that crib?" she pointed to the small crib that John was sleeping in. Ricky looked at their son and nodded. "I guess you're right. We don't have many options."
Amy walked over and laid down on the matress and closed her eyes. "I'm gonna unpack my stuff and John's. Do you want me to unpack yours too?" Ricky asked.
Amy shook her head. "No, I'll get it later." she said lazily. Then she drifted off to sleep.
"Amy."
Amy groaned and rolled over.
"Amy!"
She threw a pillow over her head. She could hear a sigh. She thought she was off the hook. That is, until she felt someone shake her arm. She snapped to attention. "What?" she screeched. Her eyes were beginning to focus and she could see Ricky smirking in front of her.
"You know, you snore when you sleep." he said.
Amy lifted a pillow and smacked him on his face. "Shut up. Why did you wake me?"
"I'm hungry and this book thing says that there's a dinner buffet. Come on, I'm starving!"
Amy rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. Ricky stood up as well. "Geez, you're so whiney sometimes! Get John and we can go, just let me call my dad. I was supposed to call him when we got here." Ricky nodded and went to wake John while Amy grabbed her phone from her jeans pocket and dialed her home phone number. She listened to the ringing until she heard her maother on the phone.
"Amy, is that you?"
"Yeah, mom. Well we're here. Sorry, but I fell asleep as soon as we got to the hotel."
"Is John okay?"
"Yeah, Ricky's got him right now. We're about to go get dinner. There's a buffet in the hotel dinning room and we're supposed to eat there."
"Okay, sweetie, just be careful and call us everyday."
Amy smiled. "Sure. Love you guys."
"We love you too Amy, John too. Good night."
Amy pressed the end button and walked back into the bedroom with John's diaper bag. He still wasn't potty trained, so he wore diapers. The bag also had some snacks that he liked, mostly animal crackers. "You ready?"
"Yeah." Ricky said, exiting the bedroom with John in his arms. Amy smiled when Ricky leaned down and tickled John's stomach and John giggled, tickling Ricky back. She laughed along with them. The three then left the room and went down to the dinner buffet.
Ricky, Amy and all eighteen other program participants were seated in the large dinning hall, and Amy was getting frustrated. She was frustrated because she was trying to feed John while some fake-blonde airhead was flirting with Ricky. After five more minutes of listening to her giggle obnoxiously, she had had enough.
Amy set John in Ricky's lap and stood, walking the two steps behind Ricky to face the girl.
"Look, can't you see that we are kinda busy here trying to take care of OUR son?" she said, placing emphasise on the word 'our'. "So, why don't you just leave us alone and go find someone else to annoy?"
The blonde retreated to another table, mumbling as she walked off. Amy sat back down and immediately saw Ricky smirking."Is someone a little jealous of the blonde girl?" he asked, teasingly poking her shoulder.
Amy rolled her eyes and poked him back. "No, someone is a little pissed at the blonde girl." Amy's eyes landed on a small square of paper with a phone number written on it. Ricky looked in the same direction she was and also noticed the paper. He crumpled it up and threw it onto his plate along with his napkin.
Amy stared at him, one eyebrow raised. Ricky just shrugged and leaned closer so that his lips were centimeters from her ear. "I prefer brunettes." he said before pulling back abruptly to smirk. Amy rolled her eyes and turned back to her own plate to finish the last few bites of her salad, leaving Ricky to finish feeding John. She was able to mask her speeding heart rate and blushing cheeks well, she thought.
Amy held John as Ricky unlocked the door of their hotel room. She followed him in and went to the bedroom to set John into the crib then went to unpack her bags. "Hey, Ricky, I'm gonna put all my stuff up now, so you can have the bathroom."
"Okay Ames, I'll tell you when I'm out." he said as he reached into a drawer and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. Amy mechanically put away her clothes and found her pajamas to change into. She also grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste and her strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner. She didn't want to use the complimentary stuff, she preferred hers.
Amy had just put away her last shirt when she heard the bathroom door click open and Ricky's deep voice calling out to her. "Okay, I'm out. Bathroom's all yours." he said, entering the bedroom. Amy stood up and had to stiffle a gasp. Before her stood a freshly showered Ricky, wearing no more than a towel carelessly wrapped around his waist.
Amy grabbed her clothes and other supplies to busy herself. To avoid staring at him. Amy had forgotten that he was so musular. She carefully stepped around him and walked into the bathroom. She needed a long cold shower.
Thirty minutes later, Amy exited the bathroom, her toiletries neatly put away in her traveling case in her hand. She tip toed into the room for fear of waking John. She didn't think Ricky would be asleep yet, but you never know.
She walked into the bedroom and found Ricky stretched out on one side of the bed. At least the bed is big. And thank god he put some clothes on. she thought. Ricky was wearing a t-shirt and some pajama pants and had the t.v. on the dresser turned on, watching something. Amy was intrigued and walked over to the other side of the bed, the one closest to John's crib, and stretched out too.
She watched the screen and noticed that it was familiar to her, she just couldn't put her finger on it. She pulled her dryed hair into a loose ponytail and continued watching. When she saw the familiar japaneese actor on the screen, she smiled. "Oh my gosh, you watch Heroes too?"
"Yeah, it's my favorite show."
Amy stared at Ricky, who hadn't turned from the screen. "What?"
"It's my favorite show too."
Ricky looked at her. "Really? Who's your favorite character?"
"Sylar. No question."
"Okay, this is getting weird. He's my favorite character too. Wanna watch some episodes?" he asked, gesturing to the dvd set boxes stacked on his bedside table.
"Don't we have stuff to do tomorrow?"
Riky shook his head. "The book says that we don't start workshops until the day after tomorrow. We're supposed to just relax tomorrow so we can get to work later."
Amy grinned. "In that case, throw in season three."
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