Author's Note: I just love the secret life, adore it. Sometimes it's so ridiculous and I know that, but I am totally addicted to it! I was reading other stories on here and I was inspired to write my own. I don't know how long it will be or where it will go, it depends on how many people read and review! This story takes place right as Ricky's finding out that he may have gotten Amy pregnant. It will kinda go its own path and may or may not ignore events in the show, it depends on how it fits in with my version of the story. I will switch POVs, mostly from Amy, Ricky, Adrienne, and possibly Ben with a few other characters thrown in from time to time. This story is mainly Ricky/Amy, but not all of it. Please R&R!!! (sry this Author's note is so long)

(Ricky's POV)

"Amy, Amy Juergens?"

"Oh god, she's pregnant?"

"I can't believe this!"

"I don't believe this!"

"That's not possible!"

"Where did you hear this?"

Ricky Underwood blazed pass the horde of gossipy girls, his mind whirling like a carousel. Numb, he glanced their way, barely noticing that they all turned to look at him and he flew by. He had just heard a rumor, an impossible rumor. Amy, little, sweet, kind, naive, virginal….or at least she was until he had gotten with her.

Oh god, he was going to throw up.

It was bad enough that the whole school knew that they had done, well, something together. Those friends of hers, who did they think they were? Couldn't they keep their 'frigging mouths shut?

He snapped into the boy's bathroom, painfully grateful there were no occupants to be seen. He sat on the toilet seat, and his drumsticks bumped against the white linoleum.

Crap. Now he was going to have to wash them, who knows what sorta germs were on this literal shit-hole?

Why was he thinking of germs at a time like this!?

Pull yourself together, Ricky. You can handle this. It might not even be true.

But what if it was?

He rested with face in his hands, noticing how hot they were. How burning hot his whole body was. What if it was true? What would he do? Why didn't he think of protection? How stupid was he? How many times had he done that and he hadn't thought of protection?

Flashback……..

It was because he really didn't think he was going to hook up with her. Not really, he had noticed her from across the room at band camp, when they were practicing indoors that is. Where he played the snare he has the perfect view of her, her auburn hair flowed lightly down her shoulders, big eyes narrowed in concentration. She was different from the other girls he had hooked up with at band camp. He remembered, with no fondness, the one skanky flute player. His eyes shot over to her, sitting in there front row with her brown hair all over the place and a tiny tank top on. That girl was gross, a fling, but she really fit his agenda. Maybe that's what he needed, someone that didn't fit his agenda. Someone new and interesting, and not a skank. Someone he could talk to, yes Amy was a little young, but maybe that was good for him. Someone less experienced so she wouldn't just use him for sex. God he was tired of just being used for sex……

End Flashback….

The bell made Ricky jolt a little, but he stayed where he was, his face buried. If he got with Amy to try and not feel used, why did he use girls like toilet paper? His father, maybe? That's what Dr. Fields said. Maybe…No. I will not think of that bastard now. I am not like my father, I never will be. Maybe I should go and talk to the Doctor. He might help.

Ricky made no attempt to move, he just thought back to band camp.

Flashback….

Practice had ended. Free time until tomorrow at breakfast. Normally Ricky used this time to pick up as many chicks as possible. Not Today. He was determined to change his ways, starting with the French horn player.

"Excuse me, Amy isn't it?"

Amy was putting her French horn away in her locker, and stopped as suddenly as though someone had pressed the Pause button on her actions. She actually froze with her hand halfway up to her locker. She quickly recovered, though, and turned around, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Yea, it's Amy. Can I help you?"

Amy was visibly shocked to find Ricky standing there, and Ricky knew that his reputation had made his way to this girl before he even could. Now he had to work quickly before she thought it was a joke or something.

"Hi, Amy. My name is Ricky. Ricky-"

"Underwood, yea I know."

She sounded curious, well I guess she had that right. I had never spoken to her before.

"Well, I was wondering if you'd maybe like to do something tonight. Free time until tomorrow you know."

"Well…"

She was really hesitant. I didn't blame her, she was a freshman after all, most upperclassman don't have much to do with freshman.

"Come on. I promise we'll have lots of fun. And I want to get to know you better. I mean, get to know you at all."

"This is a little weird," She admitted, "I have never spoken to you before in my life."

"Please?" Without meaning to, I gave her my famous smirk. Great, that was by accident. It probably looked like I was making fun of her.

She blushed. Actually blushed. "Okay." She relented, "I guess it could be fun."

Hey I didn't scare her off, alright! I cheered myself, New ricky, here I come!

"Of course it will be fun!" I assured her, "I am never bored."

Later……

We were alone in my cabin, everyone else was off swimming, or by the campfire, or making out. Or all of them. Either way we were alone. It was dark, mainly because the cabins weren't equipped with electrical lights. We had talked for hours, Amy and I. I could genuinely say that I had a good time. She was a smart girl, though a little naive. I was wise of the world in a way I didn't want to be, so I could appreciate her endearing childishness. It was cold now, the stars visible over the looming trees, and the very faint splashes from moonlighting swimmers could be heard. Mostly though, the crickets sang, and I felt myself humming along with their tune. Amy laughed.

"What?"

"You were humming music from our show."

"Oh."

She laughed again. I explained "I thought I was singing to what the crickets were making, I guess our songs are permanently tattooed in my brain."

The cold air seeped in around us, and we were curled up on my bunk. I rested my face in her hair and inhaled softly, she smelled like freesia. Like freesia and pine needles. She ran her hand up my chest, and I tingled for a second.

No

I shut my eyes for a second. No, No, no. Not Amy. You promised, Richard, you said that you wouldn't.

"Ricky? Something wrong?" She angled herself to look at me, and her leg nudged me ever so slightly.

Oh god. No, No.

I sat up suddenly, scaring Amy so much she almost fell off the bed.

"Sorry Amy, it's just, I can't…"

"What?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder. And I squinched my eyes even tighter. I hated myself for bringing this up, for reminding her, but it had to be done.

"Do you know anything about me?" I asked her, turning my head.

She widened her eyes, looking innocent. A little too innocent. "Like what?'

"You know. People talk, girls talk."

She lowered her head. "Maybe."

I waited.

"People have said that you're a little bit of a…womanizer." She whispered.

I sighed. "Did you believe them?"

She shrugged, and bit her lip. "Well I have no reason not to. Had, I mean." She corrected herself, "I had no reason to not believe them. But I've spent the whole day with you Ricky. Tell me, are you a womanizer?"

Don'tlieDon'tlieDon'tlieDon'tlie

"No, not really."

Ah, damn. Why did I just lie? After saying that I was going to turn over a new leaf and everything…

"Well, good." She smiled sleepily at me. "Because I really like you."

"And I really like you, Amy Juergens."

And to my surprise, I meant it.

Suddenly, I kissed her. We were standing at the moment, I couldn't remember how or when we had gotten up, but we were standing. I kissed her, deeply, and I tasted the surprise on her lips. Then she relaxed, and placed her hands on my shoulders, that neck, than hair. I realized that she had probably never been kissed before, and I didn't really know what to feel about being her first.

Her first….No don't think about that.

Too late, they were on the bed. How had they gotten there? He was on top of her, running his hands up and down her body, just her waist. And her hips, and…

Stop, stop this. She's barely fifteen.

I couldn't I couldn't. What the hell is wrong with me? Besides she was liking it, she touched my chest hesitantly, and then reached up underneath.

That's not an excuse. Just because she likes it doesn't make it right.

I stopped, just for a second, and pulled off my shirt.

Her mouth dropped.

"I know right?" I smirked.

It was too late, the old Ricky was back. His voice, his smirk, his eyes, his hunger for sex. I had put that all away while talking with Amy. Now he had come back, and I couldn't stop. I couldn't.

I'm sorry, Amy. I tried.

And then I put my conscience away too.