A/N: Yay, another chapter! I feel like Mondays and Wednesdays are my update days. (It's cause I'm bored at work, but don't tell anyone!) Here's chapter two! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Do I want to own Lazytown? Yes. Do I actually own Lazytown? No. Amy, however, is mine.

"Goooood morning!" a bright voice chirped at Amy. She rolled over and curled closer to the wall. "Amy, it's time for breakfast, the most important meal of the day!"

Amy peered over her shoulder to see Stephanie standing by her bed, dressed for the day. "Wha timezit?" Man, she sounded awful in the morning.

"Nine!" Stephanie replied.

Amy repressed a groan. "I thought it was summer."

"It is."

This time Amy did groan. A whole summer of getting up at 9 am? Summers were meant for sleeping in! "Alright. Gimme fifteen."

"Okay!" Stephanie skipped out of the room.

"Urrrgh. Alright, Amy. You can do this." Amy forced herself to sit up. "You can be a morning person for two and a half months." She threw her feet over the side of the bed. "You can do it. S'not hard."

"Hurry up, Amy! Everyone's gonna be ready to play at 9:30!" Stephanie called.

Amy let herself fall back onto the bed. "This is gonna be a long summer."

At last, she managed to get dressed in a lime-green t-shirt and dark green capris. She braided her hair, shoved a small pillow into her backpack (along with another book, a green journal, and a purple blanket—thank goodness her bag seemed bigger on the inside!), and exited her room. In the kitchen, Uncle Milford and Stephanie were making a big breakfast with toast, eggs, and fruit. It actually made Amy feel awkward. Were they doing all this for her? She'd be content with a bowl of cereal.

"Good morning, Amy!" Uncle Milford greeted.

"Mornin'."

"We have apples, oranges, bananas, and strawberries," Stephanie said, making a plate of eggs and toast and passing it to Amy. "What kind of sportscandy do you want?"

Apparently sportscandy was the new name for fruit in Lazytown. Amy decided to go with it. "Uhm…can I have a banana and an orange?" she asked. Stephanie threw the orange at her, and Amy just barely caught it. Yep, she was definitely still waking up. She immediately began peeling the orange, eager to eat something. Normally she skipped breakfast, but since she was still recovering from traveling all day the previous day, she figured the extra energy would be good for her.

By the time breakfast was over, Amy was ready to go back to bed. It was only 9:30, after all. But somehow, she didn't think she'd be able to. For one, Stephanie seemed extremely eager to play soccer with her friends. For another, Amy'd feel bad if she slept all day. Maybe she could get a nap in during the afternoon.

If she was lucky.

Outside was bright with sunshine. Amy rummaged through her bag and found her favorite pair of sunglasses, which she put on. The rest of the kids were at the basketball court, which was actually just a sports area, she assumed. Two goals were set up, one on each side, and two of the kids were warming up with the soccer ball. Trixie (was that her name?) was stretching off to the side, as was Stephanie. The technological kid (Pixel, she remembered) was messing around on a mini computer, but he smiled at her when he caught her watching him. She smiled back, then started stretching.

"Ready, everyone?" Stephanie called. The other kids shouted their affirmation, while Amy simply nodded. Man, this was going to be a long summer.

She couldn't deny that she was having fun. Once the game started, it went from being a little annoying to being enjoyable. She hadn't played soccer in so long that the kids actually bested her a couple of times. Fortunately, she started getting back into the routine, and then she at least held her ground. It was obvious that they played all the time, because when she was winded, they were slightly tired. It was pretty sad that little kids were in better shape than an almost 21-year-old.

The game went on until lunchtime, by which everyone (Amy included) was starving. They went to Pixel's house for a lunch of PB&Js, and Amy felt her usual tiredness resurface. Lunchtime for her was a prelude to naptime. But how to get away from the kids?

"Amy, we're gonna play videogames after lunch for a while. There's enough controllers for you to join us," Pixel said, noticing that the green girl was done eating.

Amy smiled. "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm gonna go outside and read. It's a nice day." And hopefully she could find a place to sleep.

"Are you sure?" Stephanie asked.

"Yeah, there's plenty of controllers," the short kid in a superhero cape (Ziggy, she reminded herself) said.

"You guys can play. I'll be back around 4, and maybe we can play baseball or something." The kids murmured in agreement, and Amy grinned internally. She picked up her backpack and left the house, ready to find an appropriate nap place.

A few minutes after leaving Pixel's house, she saw a sign outside of a park. "Lazy Park," she read aloud. "Huh. That sounds like a great place for a nap!" She entered the park and immediately spotted a bench. "Perfect!" She skipped to the bench and sat on it, unzipping her backpack to pull out the pillow and blanket. Then she laid down and allowed sleep to take over.

Five minutes after Amy fell asleep, Robbie Rotten approached Lazy Park, his orange pillow and blanket in hand. He, too, was ready for a nap, and Lazy Park was where he usually took one, when those blasted kids weren't being loud. He saw his usual bench and marched over to it—then stopped. Amy was already on the bench, fast asleep! She had a purple pillow and blanket, which contrasted her green attire, he noted. But she was sleeping! On his bench!

He crept closer to her, trying to be sneaky. However, he stepped on a twig, and it snapped. Amy's eyes popped open, and she let loose an, "AAH!" Robbie jumped backwards, but didn't fall over this time.

"I wasn't scared," he protested.

"I didn't say you were." Amy sat up. "Wazzup?"

"You are napping on my bench," he said. Amy looked at where she was sitting.

"Am I? Sorry. It's my DNT—Designated Nap Time. I was just trying to find a good place to sleep, and this seemed good…"

She had a designated time for napping? She didn't want to play around like the others? Was she even really related to Pinky? Robbie had no clue what to think. "I suppose it's alright, if you're not planning on being noisy."

Amy laughed. "I just want peace and quiet so I can get two or three hours of sleep. What can I say?" She shrugged. "I'm lazy."

Robbie flinched at her words. "You…consider yourself lazy?" he asked slowly.

"Well, maybe not all the time. But Steph woke me up at 9, and it's summertime—you're supposed to sleep in, aren't you? We ate a healthy breakfast—,"

Robbie tried not to gag.

"Although I would've been fine with a bowl of cereal or a poptart. Sugar isn't all bad, you know."

Yes, he did know. Sugar was amazing. Amy was amazing. Wait. How had those become connected in his mind? He was a villain! Everybody had told him so, almost every day. He tried to make Lazytown lazy, and that made him the bad guy. Bad guys didn't have friends, and they didn't call people amazing.

He was so lost in thoughts that he didn't see Amy packing up her stuff until she stood up. "Here's your bench back. I'll find another place to nap." She started walking away, but Robbie didn't want her to leave.

"You don't have to go somewhere else," he said to her retreating back.

Amy looked over her shoulder. "Naw, it's all good. I'll find another bench. No worries." She gave a small grin, then continued on her way.

Robbie watched her leave, feeling a sense of sadness with each step she took. He wouldn't have minded if she'd decided to stay. Maybe they could've talked some more about how much fun it was to be lazy, or how delicious sugary foods were.

He sighed dramatically, and placed his pillow on the bench. He laid down on it, pulling his orange blanket up to his chin. Usually he'd be snoring in minutes, but this time was different. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Amy. He tried rolling over, which didn't help at all. No matter what he did, he could not fall sleep!

The sound of children laughing snapped him to attention. He sat up right as the kids, led by Pinky, ran by. With a growl, he stood. "You! You're all being too loud, and you woke me up!"

Stephanie turned and saw Robbie. She frowned. "We just got outside. We've been inside playing video games all afternoon."

Robbie blinked at her. "Oh." Well, now he felt stupid. "Go…play or whatever then. I've got better things to do than stand here talking to you." He spun on his heels and began marching away.

"Hey, Robbie, have you seen Amy? She's supposed to meet us for a game of baseball."

He froze. The last time he'd seen Amy was…when? How long had he been trying to sleep, anyway? Felt like hours. Actually, it probably had been at least two hours. "No. I haven't seen her," he replied stiffly. It was a tiny lie; he had seen her earlier, but that wasn't important for them to know. With that declaration, he continued on his way. He was nearly out of the park when he realized—if Amy was meeting the hooligans for a game, he could always watch them play.

No, what was wrong with him? He hated sports! He hated anything that required moving around. He was a lazy person, not a Sportacus! Even watching sports was exhausting. This Amy girl was making him think differently, and he didn't like it. Not at all. Besides, why would a girl have such an impact on him? Just because she liked some of the same things he did, and she was nice to him, and considered him a friend, and she was pretty—

Pretty? Where had that come from? Robbie shook his head. "This is ridiculous," he muttered. "I need cake."

While Robbie had an internal debate, Amy was chilling on her new bench. She'd gotten a nice nap in (unlike poor Robbie). Once she woke up, she decided to read her next book. All in all, it had been fairly relaxing. Except every now and then, she'd find herself wondering about Robbie. What was he doing? Was he napping? He seemed so nice around her, so why did the others act like he wasn't? What was his favorite kind of cake?

She managed to read the first few chapters before checking the watch she kept in her backpack. It was almost quarter past 4! "Holy cow!" she yelped, then shoved everything into her bag and running around in an attempt to find the others for their game. Only, where had they decided to meet up? Did they even have a place, or had they just agreed to play?

Up in his airship, Sportacus's crystal began to beep. "Someone's in trouble!" he announced to himself, then kicked the button that opened the door to outside. He grabbed his spyglass and peered through it. A girl dressed in all green (Amy, he remembered, Stephanie's older cousin) was wandering around the park, a confused expression on her face. She was obviously a little lost. "Ladder!" he called, and the ladder dropped to the ground. He immediately clambered down, dropping off at the last few rungs. "Are you lost?" he asked the girl.

Amy spun around, startled by the sudden appearance. "Whoa! Don't do that, buddy. I'm a jumpy person." She placed a hand on her chest to slow her breathing.

"Sorry," Sportacus apologized. Amy gave a small huff.

"Don't worry about it. Just try not to do that again."

The slightly-above-average hero smiled. "I won't," he promised. "Now, what are you looking for?"

Amy sighed. Her face grew slightly pink, embarrassed at being lost. "I promised the kids I'd join them in a game of baseball at 4, but I have no idea where they are," she said.

"Ah," Sportacus nodded. "I'll help you find them."

"Thanks." They began walking, and there was a short silence. But then Amy realized this was an excellent opportunity. "So, Sportacus, right?"

"Yes," the blue elf smiled.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Is Robbie really a bad guy?"

Some people, when posed this question, would immediately reply with a "Yes." Sportacus, however, took the time to think it over. Was Robbie Rotten truly a bad person? He thought of all the times Robbie had tried to get Sportacus kicked out of town, and how many times Robbie had almost ruined Lazytown with his schemes. But there were good moments in there as well. He'd returned Stephanie's diary that one time, and he'd come to Stingy's birthday party.

"That's a hard question," he finally answered. Amy's face fell a little. "He has tried to get rid of me many times."

"Why?"

"I guess he just doesn't like me."

"Oh."

"And he has disguised himself to try and get the kids to stop playing sports and being healthy. He wants Lazytown to be lazy, I think." He observed Amy's face. With each word that indicated Robbie was indeed not a very good person, it drooped a little more. So he'd been right yesterday; Amy and Robbie liked each other, at least enough to want to be friends, even though they were very different.

"But," he began, and Amy's face perked up, "while he likes being lazy, I think he can be nice if he wants to be. Stephanie lost her diary once, and he returned it to her."

"That's good!" Amy replied enthusiastically.

"Yes," Sportacus grinned. "I think he just needs a friend."

"Really?"

"Yes!" Amy grinned at the elf, and he beamed back at her. Right then, they came into the clearing with the other kids, who were ready with bats and gloves.

"Amy! Ready to play?" Stephanie called.

"Yeah! Sorry I'm late. I got a little lost, and Sportacus had to help me. Which reminds me." She turned to the elf. "Thank you so much. For everything."

"Anytime," Sportacus answered, still smiling.

"Sportacus, are you gonna play with us?" Ziggy asked.

"If that's alright with you," he replied.

"Can he, Steph?" Ziggy looked to the pink girl, who giggled.

"Of course he can!"

What followed was a tiring but fun game. When the sky finally turned orange and pink with sunset, Amy, Sportacus, and Stephanie all bade the other kids goodnight. Sportacus called for his ladder, and it dropped down to his hands. He waved at the two cousins before climbing up and returning to the airship.

Amy sighed. "I'm tired now."

"Me too. And hungry. Let's go see what's for dinner!" With that, the two cousins made their way back to their home, where a huge (and healthy, Amy noted) meal awaited them.

After they ate, Stephanie went to her room to write in her diary. It seemed like Steph went to bed at 8 every single night, even in the summer. Which was probably why she was up so early all the time. Amy, on the other hand, wasn't even close to tired. Well, she was, but she didn't feel like going to bed yet. So when Stephanie retired to her bedroom, Amy opened the window in the guest bedroom and climbed out. It was a beautiful night—warm and clear, so she could see the stars twinkling above. She could even see Sportacus's airship, a small blob way up in the air.

She stayed outside for about an hour before deciding to go back in. Once back in her room, Amy pulled out her current book and read until she fell asleep, dropping the book on the floor.