Long wait…I know. I'm sorry. I HAD HOMECOMING SATURDAY!!! It was the best night of my life….next to going to Disney World and family reunions, but anyways…it was amazing. And today I was sick, so I decided to write a fanfic….YAAHH!! Ok, now that I got that out the way, here's chapter 2.

Chapter 2 - Here I Stand

Amy's POV

I ran up to where they were wheeling Ricky into the ambulance. The other ambulance with the other driver had already left. "What happened?!" I yelled frantically at an officer as I felt the tears stream down my face. I looked at Ricky and saw that he was cut up pretty badly and unconscious. I heard them yell that he wasn't breathing when they closed the door. "What…happened." I barely said as John started to whimper.

"Ma'am, who are you?" The officer said to me in a blank voice. I ignored

"I am his son's mother. He is the father of the baby I am holding. That is my friend!" I yelled. The officer sighed. "Does that answer your question!?"

"Ok, ma'am. Calm down. Well, what happened was that the other driver ran the stoplight and smashed into the front end of…Ricky's?…car." the officer said. I felt more tears come.

"I need to see him." I said chocking up. I looked at John and he was starting to calm down.

"I will drive you to the hospital, ma'am. What's your name?" He asked.

"Amy." I said. "Can we go?" I asked. I wanted to see Ricky. I wanted to see how he was doing. I wanted to know for sure that he was going to be ok. We hopped into his police car and drove to the hospital. It seemed like forever before we got there. I hopped out to see Adrian rushing into the hospital. I thanked the officer, grabbed John, and ran after Adrian. She saw me and turned around.

"Amy, what happened?" She asked frantically.

"Ricky got into a car crash."

"What? Oh, my baby. Is he gonna be ok?"

"I don't know. I…" She ran away. I followed close behind her. She ran to the receptionist desk.

"I'm looking for Ricky Underwood." She said slapping her hands on the desk.

"Ok, well, the doctors just took him back. Wait here ma'am." She said pointing to a seat.

"You don't understand! I'm his…I'm his…" She looked down. "I'm his fiancée." She said. What the hell! I thought Ricky didn't want to get married to anyone. He told me and Adrian that. She gets on my nerves sooooo much.

"No she's not! She's just his girlfriend!" I said walking next to her.

"Oh, and you are?" The receptionist said shifting her focus from Adrian to me.

"I'm the mother of his son." I said looking down at John.

"Ok, well you two can sit down and wait for the doctors." She said turning around. Adrian grabbed my free arm and pulled me to the side.

"Ow!" I said as I yanked my arm back.

"What the hell." She said glaring at me.

"What do you mean?" I said with the same glare.

"How could you tell her that!"

"What…the truth?"

"I was trying to help him by saying that I'm his fiancée. I could fill out the paper work, and everything."

"No, you were trying to help yourself. You wanted to see him first, fill out his paper work, get more information, but no, Adrian. You know nothing about him!"

"And you do?!"

"Yes!"

"Like what?" She said putting her hands on her hips. I wanted to grab her hair in my hands, but that would be wrong. I put John down in the chair next to me, and got in Adrian's face.

"His favorite color?"

"Um…blue…o-orange…RED! That's it. His favorite color is red. He said he liked my red top one time."

"It's baby blue because he said I looked hot in my baby blue, and his favorite outfit for John is the one John has on now. What about his middle name?"

"I know this one. It's David." She said cocking her eyebrows in victory.

"No. It's Anthony. Richard Anthony Underwood. Sexy, right?" I said sarcastically as I put my hands on my hips and tilted my head. "So, now what do you know?"

"I know that I hate you, and that if you hadn't been such a bitch to Ricky talking about how you need your space, then he wouldn't have sped over to your house so that he could pick up John. And if he didn't speed then he probably wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed, barely clinging to life." She said yelling now. I looked around and everyone was staring at us. Then I looked back at Adrian. She huffed and walked away bumping into me, knocking me out of my bad girl stance. I stood there for a moment absorbing in everything that she said. Then I felt the tears come again. I sat down and picked John up and started to sob. I help onto John for dear life.

2 Hours Later…

"Is there an Adrian Lee and an Amy Juergens?" A receptionist said. I got up slowly because John was sleep in my arms. I walked up to the receptionist desk with Adrian. I looked her up and down and she did the same.

"Yes? Is he ok." I said hyperactive.

"Don't mind her. She's a ditzy." Adrian said looking at the receptionist.

"O-ok? Anyways, he is stable and breathing…" Adrian cut her off.

"Can I go see him." She said.

"Adrian. Stop being rude." I said not looking at her. I knew if I looked at her, then that bitch would be mine. I've stored these feelings in ever since she called my pregnant mother a slut four months ago. How can she call my mom a slut when she sleeps around with whores all the time? Hell, she is one. Her…you know what…has been invaded more than Iraq, yet she calls my mother a slut.

"Whatever. The point is, I want to see my future fiancée right this minute." She said looking at me on the word future and looking at the receptionist with her signature glare.

"Honey, please. That glare doesn't affect me. " The receptionist said in an akimbo (hand on hip) stance. "Anyways, he's stable an breathing, but he has a concussion, a broken leg, two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and he's unconscious." She said in a low voice.

"Oh my gosh." I said feeling the pressure starting to build in my head.

"Amy, I think you should take your son in there to see his father. Then, you can go in, Adrian." She said smiling at John and I. I smiled at her and went in to see Ricky. I looked back at Adrian and she was arguing with the receptionist. The doctor led me back to see Ricky. I peeked in the room and saw him lying their looking dead. There goes the pressure again. And here comes the tears.

"Hey." I said looking at him as I walked towards his bed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let this happen. I never meant to involuntarily hurt you like this. I didn't mean to hurt you at all." I said letting a tear drop. It fell on the top of John's head and I wiped it off. "I didn't mean to tell you I hated you a while ago. I don't hate you at all. Ricky. Please wake up. I can't do this without you. I can't raise our son by myself. I can't. I just can't. Ricky, I need you. I…I…love you." I said. My voice cracked on the word love.

"I love you too, Amy."