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Stuff And Things- Chapter Two: If You Seek Amy

Rick had been scaring the living daylights out of his fellow survivors since he had gone off the deep end. He wasn't a fit leader at the moment; he was far too busy jamming to Britney Spears and being on the lookout for walkers. (Okay, so at least he was protecting them from that, but God forbid an actual person tried to get in the middle of this.)

Amy, after having a little chat with the rest of the group, had been bullied into trying to get her iPod back from the loon in question. The others figured that she would be the one that he would listen to, given the fact that he had been sweet on her ever since things with Lori went sour.

When the blonde survivor came up to Rick, he was, as always, plugged in and singing his heart out. While it really wasn't that good hearing him singing in a high-pitched girly voice, she tried her best to get this over with, with a smile on her face.

"Uh, Rick, can we talk for a second?" Amy asked.

Rick grinned at her and frolicked over while holding his fingers out. Good Lord, he was going to start singing again. He had just finished singing "I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman". Now that was priceless.

"French fingertips, red lips, this bitch is dangerous," he sung, wiggling his fingers as he glanced at Amy.

"Rick, I really need to talk to you," the blonde began worriedly. Her blue eyes widened when he wrapped an arm around her and continued singing.

"Cotton candy kiss, can't wait for the sugar rush!" He screeched, kissing her on the cheek like in the lyrics.

Amy pulled away from Rick, shaking her head to get a hold of herself. He wasn't being himself. He would have never kissed her in his right mind, even on the cheek. "Rick, c'mon, when is the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

"This feeling so strong, I'm puttin' you on tonight," Rick sung to her, clinging right back around her waist.

"Rick!" the young blonde squeaked. "Please, listen to me. I need my iPod back."

The former deputy sighed and took the pink ear buds out. "But I like having music to listen to. It makes me not so… focused on me and Lori."

Amy smiled sadly, not bothering to move out of his arms. "Well, maybe you just have to find another distraction. A healthier, saner distraction that doesn't involve you burning up my battery. I actually have my iPod for a service, you know."

"Britney Spears?" Rick asked her, innocently glancing down at her.

The former college student just snorted. "Not really. Don't get me wrong, I love me some Britney, but no…" her lips began to twitch slightly. "I have recent pictures of my parents on there. And, well, the odds are pretty high that I will never, ever see them again."

He traced his hand up and down the blonde's back, just to be able to do something. He might have been out of his mind, but he was aware of some things.

Amy tried to hide the smile growing on her face. She was sure that he was going to give her iPod over after that sob story. However, when the former deputy plugged the ear buds back in, the blonde was sure that her face fell.

"Oooh! It's your song, Amy!" Rick bobbed his head along with the music blasting through his ears. "Baby, baby, have you seen Amy tonight?"

At that point, Amy wanted to smack her head against something very hard. Maybe then all of these comedic acts would stop bugging her. Did they miss the memo about the world ending?

"Is she in the bathroom, is she smokin' up outside?" He continued, nuzzling comfortably into her blonde locks.

"Rick, please, just give me my iPod back!" the former college student pleaded. It was really quite cute how he was singing to her, but she knew that if she fed into it, she would get chewed out by Lori for not helping the situation any.

"Ha ha, he he, ha ha, ho!" Rick sung, pulling her even closer.

"Oh, come on!" Amy began, bashfully pushing the former deputy away. She surely had hoped that he wasn't aware of her very prominent blush. "Rick, you've lost your mind!" She added with a slight chuckle. Even then, he just continued to pull her back into his arms.

"Love me, hate me. Say what you want about me!" the blue-eyed former deputy buried his head beneath Amy's hair, taking her hands in his own as he swayed with her to the pop music blaring out.

The blonde, at this point, couldn't hold her laughter in much longer. So be it if she was bitched out!

"But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy!" the two swayed around to some offbeat number, not that either of them minded. Amy was too busy trying to keep herself together, and Rick was just having the time of his life.

All of a sudden, Rick stopped and went digging for the iPod in his pocket. "Noooooo! Why did it change the song on me?!"

Amy stood back and watched her friend go crazy over the change in song. "What? You don't like Katy Perry?" she teased.

"I wanna see your peacock-cock," the former deputy slapped a hand back over his mouth, just like he had the night that he got caught singing Britney aloud. "No! Amy, why'd it do that?"

"It shuffled the song 'cause you moved a particular way. Always gotta be a bitch," the blonde assured Rick. "You can always go back, you know…"

"But, I was…." Rick whined, a pout stretching across his lips. "Amy…"

She rolled her eyes and held her hand out. "C'mon, give it here." Rick just gave her a look, to which she returned it playfully.

The former deputy let out a defeated sigh and handed over the iPod. He thought that she was going to take it away from him for good. However, he was surely surprised when she handed it back over to him, having switched it back to Britney Spears for him. Rick just grinned back at the blonde and kissed her square on the mouth.

Amy stood there in shock for a few moments after. Did he really just kiss her? Apparently, though, he wasn't going to dwell on that fact. Rick just started humming the intro to "Stronger" and scurried off in the opposite direction.

o—o—o

Later on that night, Lori came up to Amy, asking how everything went. The blonde tried to keep her calm. She most certainly couldn't tell her that Rick had kissed her. That would have broken the poor woman's heart. Even if Lori did deserve it, Amy decided to keep her opinions to herself about all of that.

"Hey Aimes, got a minute?" Lori asked, one hand supporting her very large stomach.

Amy just nodded and left her post at the fire pit in between the prison gates. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

Lori quirked an eyebrow. "Did you get Rick to listen to you about that stupid iPod? How he's scaring his son?"

The blonde motioned over to where Rick stood in front of the fence, just dancing away. Eventually, he would run out of Britney songs to listen to, she figured. But hell, there were so many more pop artists to go through on her iPod…. "See for yourself," Amy muttered.

The pregnant brunette held her mouth open for a moment. "What the hell? I thought you were going to talk him out of it?"

"Yeah, well," Amy shrugged, "he's just like a kid right now, Lori. I dunno what's going on with him, but he tried to throw a fit when he thought that I was going to take it away from him!"

Lori paused for a second to let all of that process. "Now, what?"

"Beats me. I'm just entertaining him for as long as I can. But, when the iPod dies…" the blonde shook her head, "I can promise you that it won't be a pretty sight."

Amy brushed past the older woman, leaving her to her thoughts. Maybe there could have been another way that the blonde could have distracted Rick, but she wouldn't dare mention any of that to his wife, for crying out loud!

The expecting mother sighed and looked towards her husband. When she had made him listen to Britney Spears in the car, she never would have thought that this would be the outcome. Rick had gone insane.

"I love rock n roll, so put another dime in the jukebox, baby!" Rick sang, taunting walkers from the other side of the fence. He jabbed one right in the eye, which made the former deputy start his victory dance once again.

Lori just shook her head. Somehow, she knew that this was all of her fault.

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