This is going to be the first chapter of my FatBumper story that I've had a few requests of. I've never written for this ship but I'm going to give it the best shot possible because they are such a great ship. If it's bad please just tell me. Anyways, it's time to get this story into action.
Fat Amy walked down the hallways of the campus, flipping her hair to one side of her head. She rolled her eyes, walking into the cafeteria. It was the start of a new semester and she had missed her Bella's and most of all Bumper. Their bickering and fighting was fun to her. She pretended to hate him but honestly a part of her had always really loved him, although given the opportunity to tell him she would turn it down immediately.
Bumper was popular, wanted by most of the girls around school, and Amy was not going to be just another girl in the pool of girls he's already played. She wasn't going to be a part of some entourage either. Amy had her pride and dignity which was more than enough for her although part of her still ached for Bumper.
"Amy!" She heard a familiar male voice call. She turned, catching sight of Bumper. That was the thing with him, no matter what she was always Amy to him. He never called her fat and it made her feel good inside. Breaking the train of thought, she instinctively shielded herself from whatever attack he was bound to throw at her but no attack ever came. After a moment she came to her senses, dusting herself off and walking over to a chuckling Bumper.
"Maggot." She mumbled. Bumper held up his hands. "I didn't do anything." He replied. "Yet." Amy glared at him.
Bumper smiled. "I'm just playing, you know?" Amy crossed her arms. "We can never be sure with you." She said, strutting away from him.
Bumper watched her go, biting his bottom lip. He had always admired her. He didn't think she was fat or ugly, in fact, he thought she was beautiful. He could never call her fat Amy. It just didn't sound right to him. She would always be beautiful Amy to him even if he never told her that.
"Might not want to stare for too long, you'll give yourself away." Bumper jumped, turning to see his best friend Donald. "Don't whisper in my ear like that! It's creepy." Donald shrugged. "Sorry." He continued on to his table with his lunch.
Bumper took one last glance at Amy, sighing and walking off to the lunch line.
After lunch, Bumper decided to try and talk to Amy again, alone this time. It seemed like they treated each other better that way.
Bumper approached Amy, smiling at her. "Hey." He said. She rolled her eyes. "What now?" She asked venomously. He slid a note into her room, telling her that she should meet him in his room, as usual. She opened it and nodded, offering a small, quick smile before waving again and walking off.
Bumper grinned, walking off to his room. He plopped down on the bed, awaiting the arrival of Amy.
After a very long thirty minutes, there was a knock on his door. He got up, opening the door. Amy stood there, smiling up at them. "Come in." He said softly, moving out of her way. She nodded, walking in.
"So… What are we going to do?" Amy asked him. Bumper had to admit that he wasn't exactly sure so he thought for a moment, smiling at her. "Let's just go some ice cream?" He suggested. "Sure but this isn't a date." Amy clarified. Bumper sighed to himself. "Fine." He mumbled, grabbing his keys and walking out of the dorm.
They headed off to the ice cream shop, blasting the music and joking the entire way there. Once they finally made it, Bumper got out, helping Amy out. They walked into the ice cream shop, Bumper taking Amy's hand in his. "I'm going to pay." He said with a smile. "Okay." Amy agreed with a shrug. Free ice cream was free ice cream to her.
They ordered what they wanted, going and finding a place to sit down. "So, how have you been?" Bumper asked her. Amy nodded her head. "I've been pretty good. How about you?" She smiled at him, getting a smile in return. "Yeah, me too."
Bumper wanted to start a conversation they'd both be interested in having but he wasn't sure what to say. He was usually cool around girls but Amy was different. She wasn't a part of his entourage and he admired that. She was the only girl that ever made him want to quit being a player. She was truly amazing.
"How are things with the Bella's?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes, scoffing in disgust. "They're annoying the crap out of me. I mean, Beca is probably the only one that even makes sense anymore." Bumper laughed. "I told you Aubrey was a pain." He teased. "You weren't lying." Amy laughed also, smiling at him. They looked into each other's eyes, still smiling as they both began to lean in.
Their lips were about one centimeter apart when the door to the ice cream shopped opened and they both pulled apart, blushing and looking at each other. "Bumper? Is that you?" A familiar voice called. Bumper looked up to see Donald, groaning in annoyance. "Hey Donald." He called. Donald, alongside Stacie, sat down at their table. "What are you guys doing here?" Donald asked.
Bumper rolled his eyes. "I could ask you the same question." Donald grinned. "Well, we're getting ice cream." He said with a shrug. "So are we." Bumper replied. Amy glanced up at Stacie once, waving at her and then looking back down at the table. "Together?" Donald smirked at him. "Yeah, what are you guys doing together?" Bumper tested.
Donald grinned from ear to ear. "You already know." Stacie hit him on the shoulder. "Donald!" She scolded. Bumper rolled his eyes. "Well, we're done so you two have fun." He and Amy stood up, walking out of the door in silence.
"That was awkward." Amy spoke up. "Very." Bumper agreed with a laugh as they both got into the car. They drove back in silence, both heading back to their dorms.
Okay, so I know it's short but I have writer's block and besides for that I'm really busy with school work and stuff but I'm going to try my best to keep up with my writing. Read, review, and tell me what you think! Okay, anyways, chapter two should be posted within the next month.