Hi everyone. Thank you very much for all the reviews, I really appreciate them. In this chapter Ricky is in ninth grade, just so you know. Is he a junior or a sophomore in the show? I always thought he was a sophomore, so that's what I'll make him when I get to present tense.

I know my summary says eventual Ricky/Amy. The next chapter will be about band camp... yay! And I've already written a chapter about Amy, the baby, and Ricky. But that obviously won't come until much later.

"So you're taking your finals next week. How have you been preparing?" Ken Fields, Ricky's psychologist asked.

"Well, I've been getting with more girls. I don't wanna be stressed out," Ricky smirked, knowing his response would irk Dr. Fields.

"Okay... What about the academic part of taking the final? You did surprisingly very well last year, you councillor said. Are you studying yet?" Ken tried again.

"No. And I don't plan on it," Ricky lied.

Ken laughed. 'I know you will. You're a lot of things, but you're not a slacker."

Ricky rolled his eyes. He was getting a little sick of Dr. Fields acting like hew knew Ricky so well. Especially since he was always right. "Alright. Can I go now? I have a date."

"We still have twenty minutes. So tell me....what are you doing for your date?" Ken already knew the answer.

"The usual," Ricky stated simply.

"Ricky, going to girl's homes and sleeping with them is not a date," Ken shook his head.

Ricky grinned. "They don't care."

"Have you ever considered getting a steady girlfriend?"

"No." Ricky said flatly.

"Why not?"

"Why would I want to sleep with the same girl when I could get a new one every night?" Ricky reasoned.

"Because that one girl would love you. And you may not think that matters, being loved. But that's only because you feel like you've never been loved. And that's why you do this. Sleep around. Because maybe you're just too afraid to be loved." Ken explained.

"Why would I be afraid?" Ricky said in a condescending voice, although knowing full well that Ken was right.

"I think you know why better than I do." Ken stated.

"Whatever. Listen I really need to go now." Ricky was getting a little sick of being read like an open book.

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Ricky walked down the hallways of his new high school. Ricky decided to cut his next class. Life Skills. He wasn't sure why he had gotten it, but it was the stupidest class ever. It taught high schoolers how to take care of babies. There was no point in going. It's not like he would be having kids anytime soon.

With nothing to do but aimlessly roam the hall's of Grant High School, he began to think about what Dr. Fields told him. It was true, he was afraid of loving someone, and being loved.

"Everyone leaves," Ricky mumbled. It didn't make sense how anyone could expect him to love people, to for relationships, or make friends. People always eventually leave for something better. His parents had loved him, but then they found heroin. And that stuff made them a lot happier than a whining kid ever could. Jimmy Wells had once been best friends with him. But then Jimmy decided he could have more fun breaking the law in a gang than playing basketball with Ricky.

Maybe if Ricky ever fell in love with a girl she'd leave him for drugs, or to become a criminal, or for another guy.

"Or maybe she wouldn't," a voice, sounding a little like Dr. Fields' said in his head. Ricky knew he eventually, he would listen to Dr. Fields and try to get a girlfriend.

Band camp would start in three weeks. He wasn't excited about it before, but maybe he could use it as an opportunity to start something new. To maybe get a girlfriend, a steady one... and be exclusive with her. It wouldn't be easy. Actually, him being monogamous would be really difficult. But he couldn't help thinking about was Dr. Fields said about being loved. Margaret herself had said that it was the best feeling in the world. And if all the girls his age would kill to fall in love-- it must be pretty spectacular.

So it was decided. At band camp, Ricky Underwood would be in search of a girl to be his girlfriend. Preferably a girl he usually didn't go after-- a classy one. Since most of the girls he dated were... promiscuous to be putting it lightly.

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This was a filler chapter, kind of. As you can tell I'm setting up for the band camp chapter, which I promise will have a lot more action in it, so to speak. I just wanted to tie a few loose ends together-- stuff like that. But please review anyways.