The Re-Done Of The Secret Life of the American Teenager:
Chapter 2:
All characters belong to the Secret Life of the American Teenager
Amy's point of view
Personally, I think this is a horrible idea. Just because apartment went on fire does not mean he can stay in my room. The only reason I agreed to this was that I can see John more on the weekends. Rickey and me in the same room all night is the worst idea I have ever heard. On the downside Ben will not like that idea, but who cards anymore he slept with Adrian from joy of not having a baby. Was he really stupid? I was still in Ricky's car and there was awkward silence between us. Of course, Ricky looked like this is a normal thing happening right now. So, finally I decided to talk because I think he is daydreaming.
"When are you going to move in?"
"I don't know shouldn't take that long I don't have any clothes, but this is really comfy being in an old suit for the wedding."
"Well, take as long as you need, seriously."
"Okay, welcome home girl."
"Ricky, no one appreciates your sarcasm."
"Sure you don't."
After that we just sat there in the complete silence. I wasn't surprised to find out that Ricky was talking to the apartment's manager to talk about the stuff that burned out of his apartment. You can tell that Rickey was talking ferociously to the manager. You can also tell that the manager was mad to at Ricky too. I was mad at both of them. Ricky, for moving in my house well it wasn't his fault it was just, why my house, why? I was at the manger because he was annoying the heck out of me.
"Rickey, do you have any clothes or shoes to wear."
"Nope, maybe I can borrow yours."
"I'm being serious Rickey.'
"It's not a big deal. Besides now I can live at your house."
We finally arrived at my house, wait our house. UGH! I can't even imagine Ricky sleeping in my room. I just can't. I just want him to go away for a while for I can think. I was interrupted Ricky's voice.
"Hey, I got to go to buy me some clothes and shoes."
"Okay."
Ricky's point of view
There was so much at stake for me, Amy, and her family. God the ride to the mall took forever. When I finally arrived at the mall, I was freaking tired from all the driving. By the time I finished I bought 10 shirts, 10 pants, and 2 pairs of shoes. The store was closed when I forgot I was so stuck in the drama I forgot to eat dinner. Oh well.
When I got to my new home I was just wanting to go to sleep. Hunger was washing over me now as I saw Amy's mom clean of the food from the dishes. I went to Amy's/John's room to sleep, when I suddenly remembered that I don't have anywhere to sleep. Amy and John were fast asleep when I came in the room. Amy made me a bed at the bottom of the floor, but she fell asleep on the floor-bed and John was asleep on her bed, somehow. I couldn't sleep in the crib, so I decided to sleep on the other side of her bed. Hopefully, school won't be so dreadful like it normally is.
Amy's point of view
When I woke up, John was sleeping on my bed and Ricky was somewhere. I got up looking at what time it is, crap it was 10:10 A.M., on a school day. Ricky was fast asleep on the floor, snoring. John was wide awake now, crying. I tried to comfort John, but he kept on crying in till Ricky woke up and saved the day.
"Thank you."
"What time is it?"
"You don't want to know."
"Just tell me Amy."
"10:20 in the morning."
"Oh…."
"Yup."
"What are we going to do," said Ricky
"We should probably go to school."
"I have a better idea."
"Whatever you want I'm still tired."
Ricky drove me to somewhere, when we arrived to the unknown place, Ricky spoke.
"Amy, we are going to find me some clothes."
"Why? We are going to ditch school to find you some clothes."
"Sure, why not?"
"Ugh."
First, we had to drop John at the daycare before we were off to the great shopping spree. Ricky and I first went into the store, Freedom Cost. The store was mostly for teenagers and of course no teenagers were in it. Ricky and I walked around the store looking for some clothes. Rickey picked out t-shirts, jeans, and sweaters. I looked around with Ricky in silence, in till Ricky chose an ugly shirt. That shirt had a green strip with pink as background with white covering as an abstract design that had a black heart at the bottom.
I gave him an ugly look and said, "Really?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Uh….it's hideous."
"I don't think it looks that bad."
"Yes it is, with its black heart and pink and green stripes."
"You want me to put it back?"
"Yes, then never look at it again."
"Ha ha you're so funny."
"I know right."
"Okay, we have to go to the dressing room."
"We?"
"Your awesome style will help."
I rolled my eyes at that comment, but still followed him to the men's dressing room. Many men looked at me with a not so pleasant look. I waited outside the dressing room, Ricky was in. Ricky came out with a gray shirt with a black tank-top underneath and black jeans. I thought that he didn't look to bad (actually I thought for the first time after the night in band camp, I thought that he looked kind of attractive).
"What do you think expert," said Ricky.
"Not bad."
"Great, now I can die a happy man."
We went into a store and Ricky accidently grabbed a women's shirt and sunglasses. And Ricky and I went to the men's dressing room. Ricky got a large and he tried on the shirt and sunglasses.
"Weird, this looks really bad on me, "said Ricky.
"Let me see," was all I could say.
He came out with a pink and white shirt that came with a belt. I came out laughing like I haven't in a long time. When I finally stopped laughing I had to tell Ricky that the shirt he was wearing was a women's shirt.
"Ricky, that is a women's shirt," I said with a big grin.
"Really," Ricky said with a surprised voice.
"Ya, that's why there's pink and white with a belt."
"Great."
"Wait, I need to take a picture."
I grabbed my phone in my purse and happily toke of a picture of an unhappy, refusing Ricky. Ricky and I spent the whole day like that. It was great in till we had to go to work. Ricky and I bought all kinds of stuff for him and even got some of John's old toys. He drove me to John's daycare and then he was work at the butcher shop. What a family?
Work was the same ole same ole. I had a wonderful time with John and the other kids. I didn't realize how lucky I am not to have one of those winey children. I loved John. These kids cried and cried like there was no tomorrow. When it was time to leave the daycare I got all of me and John's stuff ready to go. Then, I suddenly remembered that Ricky took me over here. I really hoped Ricky was in a good mood to take me home. I called Ricky to make him come over here to pick me and John up. He had to. He wouldn't leave John in the cold.
"Hey," I said casually.
"Amy, what do you need?"
"Why would you say I need something?"
"Because you never call me in less you need something."
"Okay, I need you to pick me and John up."
"Alright, just wait about 10 minutes."
Ricky hung up. And John and I were waiting on the porch of the church's daycare porch. The wait for Ricky was quick, but cold. When Ricky arrived John cried.
"Daddy," John said in between cries.
Ricky grabbed John and comforted him in till John was okay. He gently put John in his seat and put all of John's stuff in the backseat. I went to the passenger seat. Ricky, John, and I sat there waiting for John to say something, but John was asleep, leaving me and Ricky of to silence. I was too tired to talk, but I had a feeling Ricky didn't want to talk about this either. Which was weird because he actually talked?
"Amy, Ben is worried about you?"
"Why?" It's his and Adrian's fault."
"I don't care. Just go talk to them."
"Well, I don't feel like talking to him."
"Go talk to him."
"Fine if you say so."
