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Something Special

By: soren919 in association with Shailene101

Chapter 1

Back to Band Camp

Amy's POV

Finally, it's he last week of 10th grade. This year hasn't been that exciting. Well, sort of…….oh, who am I kidding?! This year had been just as "exciting" as last year. I mean, I am a teenage mother trying to balance school, work, and an adorable baby. And on top of that, I broke up with the one guy I knew loved me throughout it all, but I came to soon find out that he was a jealous, cheating, loser, and to top it off, he slept with the slut next door. And then, I meet a really nice guy named Jimmy. He was cute, charming, and polite, but he didn't call me back all because he found a condom in my purse…I mean really, a condom? And then, there was the father of my baby, bad-boy-turned-daddy, Ricky. He was my first high school crush, and the first and only guy I slept with. Now we have a baby boy named John, and to top that off, we made out all because I wanted to "practice" kissing with him. But we both know that it wasn't practicing by the time we finished. If my year hasn't been "exciting", then I don't know what "exciting" is. I was interrupted out of my daydream by the bell ringing. I grabbed my bag and quickly walked down to the band room and gazed at the bulletin board. I quickly scanned it not paying attention to it and was about to turn away when a poster caught my attention. It read: Band Camp Extravaganza. All band members are required to attend. I re-read that exactly 12 times. "Are…you…serious?" I said yanking the poster down. I briskly walked to Mr. Dawson, our director, and held the poster up. "Is this true, or are you just playing one of your jokes."

"Hello, Miss Juergens. It's nice to see you too." he said smiling. I glared at him. "Yes, Amy. This is a mandatory trip, but it's only three days. I'm sure you can tough it out for three days." He said walking off. I turned around in his direction.

"But…I…I can't…" I said trailing off looking down.

"Why?" I heard a deep voice say. I turned around to see Ricky leaning against the wall.

"Because…Richard. That is where…" I stopped. I started to blush. I looked up at Ricky and he was smirking….gosh, I hated when he did that whenever I got embarrassed. "I wouldn't be smirking. You can't go either." I said looking back up at him. His smirk slowly faded.

"Why can't I go?" Ricky asked standing straight up. "We aren't married, Amy. And you can't tell me where I can and can't go." He said looking a little angry. I retreated feeling a bit scared. "Sorry." He said looking away. I hated when we had these awkward moments. They just take us two steps back.

"I need help taking care of our son. I need you, Ricky." I whispered as I looked into his brown eyes. I showed innocence and desperation because I really didn't want to go back and make the same…error…again. Although that couldn't possibly happen because I've become more…responsible since then, and I'm not as naïve as I was either, I've grown up.

"John can stay with your mom. It's just for three days, Ames. I think we should go." He said placing an arm on my shoulder. I hated when he'd try to make me change my mind about things, because it usually works. Just look at our son.

"I'll think about it." I said leaving the room. I walked to my locker and opened it. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wore my hair long and straight and I didn't wear makeup or anything. There was a tube of lip gloss and scrunches at the bottom of my locker with a note from Ashley that read: Hey Amy, I bought this for you because you've been complaining lately about your look…so yeah, it cost $5.00 so you can just leave that in my locker when you feel like it (like, today). Oh, yeah, I also bought you some hair scrunches so you can change your hair….it's boring. And I also put some scissors in there just in case you're thinking of doing something drastic to your hair…haha…just kidding, although you would look very funny and I would laugh very hard if you happened to cut your hair. Anyways, this is getting too long and we don't even talk this much at one time, so yeah…see ya! I grabbed the lip gloss and I put some on my lips. I didn't put as much on as Adrian, but just enough where you could tell that I had it on. I took the hair scrunches and put my hair in an up-do that I kind of actually liked. "This is the new Amy, and the world had better watch out." I said shutting my locker.

"Who's the new Amy?" Ricky asked appearing behind my locker. I jumped a little.

"Don't scare me like that." I said holding my chest and smiling at my own reaction.

"Sorry." He said returning the smile. "So who is this new Amy?" He said again.

"Me. Don't you notice the difference." I asked as he glanced at me. He looked me up and down and then when he got to my face he just stared.

"Hm…there is something different about you. I like what you've done with your hair. And yeah, you added lip gloss to the makeover too, huh."

"Yes I did, and I actually quite like it. It tastes like strawberry." I said.

"Really? Let me try." He said leaning in. I laughed and pushed him back. I guess this was our joke of the day because he started laughing too.

"The new Amy." He said yet again. I guess he really liked the changes, and you know what, I was beginning to like them more and more.

"Yes. I am the new Amy, and I do what I want"

"So you'll go to camp?" He asked.

"Maybe, maybe not." I said while dialing my mom's cell phone number. There were three rings before she answered.

"Amy? Why are you calling me during school?" She asked me

"Sort of a study hall in band, but you won't believe this. Mr. Dawson is making us go back to band camp for three days for a, how does he put it, a "Band Camp Extravaganza". So I need you to watch John this weekend, so that I can go." I said not taking my eyes from Ricky the whole time. I don't know. Lately we've been "flirting" a lot. Since our breakups, things have just gotten better for us, and I like it this way because I hate when we fight.

"Is Ricky going? Is he going too?"

"Yeah, Mom. Ricky is going too. That's why I need you to watch John for the weekend."

"Well, ok, Amy. Just be careful." She said warily.

"Mom…I'll be 100% ok. I promise." I said assuring her.

"Ok, then I'll watch John for the weekend. Now go back to class."

"Thanks, Mom. Talk to you later." I said hanging up. "I guess we'd better pack, given that it is Thursday and we leave tomorrow." I said as we started to walk back to the band room.

"Yeah we can, after school's done in about…2 hours? Hey, I'll race ya to the band room." He said beginning to walk faster.

"Oh, it's on." I said running after him.

*After School*

I went to pick John up from the day care, and then the two of us went shopping at the mall because I needed new clothes to bring on the trip. I wasn't trying to impress anybody, I just wanted new clothes to go with my new look. I picked out about 7 new outfits (gotta love sales right?). One was a yellow strapless sundress with white flowers and a white jacket to go over my shoulders and white flats. That was my favorite outfit. Then, there was the more formal outfit. It was a black spaghetti-strapped dress that puffed at the waistline and had a gold waist tie; I bought a pair of gold pumps to go with it. I didn't know if I was gonna need it or not, but I really liked it. John was beginning to get tired, so we left. I buckled him in and we drove towards the house. As I came to a red light, Lady Gaga's song, Telephone, began to play on the radio. I turned it up and started dancing and singing to it.

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't wanna think anymore

I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't wanna talk anymore

I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Then I hear the sound of a car horn next to me. I look up and I see Ricky laughing at me. I started to turn bright red1. I turned the music down and rolled down my window. "Nice moves." He says beginning to stop laughing. I roll my eyes and drive off. I get to my driveway and Ricky pulls in behind me. "Speed Racer." He says approaching my car and getting John out the backseat. His face lights up when he sees his father. It always does. "Here, you take John in and I'll get your bags." He said handing John over to me. I take him and go upstairs to my room.

Ricky's POV

As I was getting Amy's bags out of the car, I happen to come across a Victoria Secret bag. I can't help but wonder what's in it. I was conflicted at that point, and I didn't know whether or not I should look in the bag, or just take the bags in. Just like in those cartoons, I pictured the angel and the devil sitting on my shoulder saying, "Look in the bag, she'll never notice."

"Yes, she will, they always find out."

"Do it."

"Don't do it."

"She'll never know."

"But, you'll know."

"Do it!"

"Don't do it!"

Ugh! I opened the bag and looked inside and just saw some body lotion and perfume and stuff. "It's just perfume." I said to myself. But as I was about to close the bag, there was something that caught my eye at the bottom of the bag….and it was a piece of lingerie. "Oh…my…gosh." I thought. I can't even say the thoughts that were going through my head. Then I quickly stashed them back in the bottom of the bag before she came back out wondering why I was taking so long.

"So you are sleeping with her." I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around to see the saddened face of Adrian Lee.

"Adrian, even if me and Amy were having sex, that's none of your business. We're broken up." I said turning back around.

"Then, why else would she be buying lingerie. I saw them Ricky." She said turning me around.

"Ok, you might have seen them, but I didn't even know about them. Plus, Amy and I are just friends. And we just became that, so you need to mind your own business, Adrian. We're through and as much as it hurts to say it, we are."

"Go have sex with Amy."

"Go have sex with Ben."

"Go to hell."

"You first." I said getting in her face. She backed up shaking her head fighting back tears. "Adrian, I'm…" I tried to say, but before I knew it, she ran back to her house and slammed the door.

"Is everything alright?" Amy said walking slowly behind me.

"Um, yeah. Just some me and Adrian drama, as usual." I said trying to blow it off. I lifted all the bags out of her trunk and began to walk towards her door.

"Oh, here, let me help you with those." She said taking a few bags away from me.

"Thanks." I said. "You know what Amy. I want this to be a good trip for us. Drama free. I want us to become better friends…for the sake of John." I said smiling. A real smile.

"I was thinking the same thing." She said putting the bags down. She held out her hand, and I followed suit. We shook hands and smiled at each other.

"This could be the start of something big."

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