Ricky walked up to the door that led into Amy's kitchen and casually rang the doorbell. He could feel his heart pounding loudly in his chest as he stood there and waited, and when the door opened it was Amy's mother standing there.
"Oh, hey Ricky. You're here late. Is John okay?" She asked, smiling at John. Ricky glanced at his watch at the time; it was eleven thirty. Ricky had forgot that they had school tomorrow, but he didn't worry about it since Amy already said he could come over.
"John's fine. I just thought that-" He paused for a second to think of what to say. "I just thought maybe Amy would want John over here tonight since we have school in the morning, and I'll stay over and help with John. Is that okay?"
She looked at him suspiciously for a second, but then smiled warmly and said, "That's fine. Come in, Ricky." After Ricky walked inside the kitchen and shut the door, Anne smiled at John and cooed, "Hey, John."
Ricky chuckled and walked down the hallway into Amy's room and found her asleep on her bed on top of the covers. Ricky smiled and put John into the bassinet that was beside Amy's bed. He contemplated his movements as he slowly sat down on the far edge of the bed. He looked straight ahead at the wall, hoping she would wake up soon.
He sat there for what seemed like a long time, restlessly listening to the ticking of the clock, which was the only noise audible in the room. Besides that, it was completely silent, almost uncomfortably silent. Suddenly, he felt tired as he sat there listening to the silence. He decided that Amy wasn't going to wake up any time soon. He lay back on the bed beside her and stared up at the wall. He was determined to stay up a little while, so he could wait to see if Amy would wake up or not.
As he lay there beside Amy, he was having a flashback. He closed his eyes tightly so he could have a more vivid image in his mind.
"Hey," he had said, walking up to the table which she was sitting at.
"Hi," she said nervously. Ricky remembered the way she looked at that exact moment. He missed how she used to be. He missed her innocence, and it hurt him knowing that he took that after from her. But he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had seen that same Amy again when he was on the phone with her tonight.
"Are you Amy?" She nodded.
"I'm Ricky. Someone told me you're going to Grant in the Fall."
"Yeah, Grant Highschool, you mean." He smiled.
"Ricky?" He suddenly was pulled out of his memory as he heard Amy just waking up. He nervously jumped a little bit, but then quickly sat up and slightly scooted back, towards the end of the bed.
He smiled, but he knew Amy couldn't see him because of how dark it was. The only light was coming from the hallway, but her door was halfway shut which barely allowed the light to enter in her room. Finally, he decided he had to say something and said, "Sorry. I, uh, was just waiting for you to wake up."
"Oh, were you expecting me to wake up or something?" She asked groggily.
'What kind of question is that?' he thought to himself before saying, "Not really. I was just gonna wait to see if you would. Sorry. I-" He stood up from the bed. "I'll turn the light on. I didn't realize how dark it was."
Amy sat up from the bed as he turned the light on, and Ricky slowly walked near the bed, but instead sat in the chair beside her bed. He suddenly felt guilty for what he had said on the phone. Now that he was with her in person, it felt strange, and he knew Amy thought the same thing. But in a way he was glad he said it. Amy couldn't have been too upset about it, or else she wouldn't have let him come over.
"I- I'm sorry, Amy. Go back to sleep. I know you're tired," he told her.
"Yeah, I am. Sorry," she whispered. "I'll stay awake if there's anything you wanted to tell me or talk to me about or something." He slightly narrowed his eyes at the way she said that. She said it like it was some kind of hint or something.
"No, it's okay, really. Just go to sleep. I'll just sleep in this chair," he told her. He heard her chuckle softly and turn over in the bed.
Ricky leaned back in the chair and just stared across the room at the wall, not trying to fall asleep. He sat there for a while and realized that Amy had probably already fell asleep. He got up from the chair and walked over to John and looked at him from his bassinet. "Goodnight, John. I love you, "he whispered. He laughed smugly and walked over to the bed and lay down beside Amy.
He decided to just enjoy the moment while it lasted, even though Amy would probably yell at him in the morning for sleeping in the same bed as her. But he didn't care. He closed his eyes and finally fell asleep.
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"Did you hear?" Adrian asked the next morning. She was on the phone with Grace, and it was only six o' clock, but this was important to her. "Did you hear that Ricky," she said scornfully, "called Amy and asked her to come over and have sex with him?"
"No," Grace said. "I didn't hear about that. Did he really? Wow."
"Yep," she murmured. "I knew it. I knew he was interested in her, but I don't care. Ricky wants me, and he needs me and definitely not her. He isn't gonna leave me. I won't let him."
"Well have you talked to him about it, and told him how you feel about him cheating on you?" She asked.
"Um, yeah! I told him I didn't want him seeing other girls! I can't believe he's going after Amy, though. Ugh," she groaned. "I think I'm gonna call Ricky. We'll see if he's gotten over me. I'll see you at school."
"Bye! Good luck," she said.
"Mmhmm," Adrian muttered. She hung up and dialed Ricky's number, and it rang four times before there was an answer.
"Yes?" he asked. She sighed, he had never said that before when answering his phone.
"Hey, you still want to come over? Or are you too busy with Amy?"
"Uh, I'll be there in ten minutes. Bye," he whispered, and hung up. Adrian smirked and hung up, and she put her phone down and sat down on the bed.
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"Who was that?" Amy asked Ricky. He hadn't noticed she was awake as she came up from behind him. Ricky looked nervously up at her and looked away for a second without saying anything.
"Adrian," he finally replied.
"Oh," she said. "You're going over there?" She rolled her eyes and folded her arms together across her chest.
"Why do you care?" He asked.
"I care because you called me yesterday and asked me to come over, then you asked if you could over and stay the night. And so you did, and now you're about to go sleep with your girlfriend, or is she really even your girlfriend? It doesn't seem that way to me."
"Hey, I know you're jealous, but-"
"I am NOT jealous! I have no reason to be jealous. I just don't want you to come over here to see your son and then go over there to sleep with that slut!"
He rolled his eyes. "Well, you didn't want to have sex with me, so you shouldn't care if I have sex with Adrian. The only reason I can think of is jealousy." Amy looked away, and Ricky sighed and continued talking, "Look, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to have sex with you- I'm not. I'm just saying that-"
"Forget it," she mumbled. "It doesn't even matter. Go over there. I don't care. Like you said, I have no reason to care. All you are to me is my son's father. So I don't care. Have fun. I'll see you at school, maybe."
"Amy-"
"No," she cut him off. "I said I don't care."
"Oh really?" He asked. "I think you do care. Would you care if I said that I'm not going over there?"
"No, because you aren't going to say that. Of course you're going over there with her."
"Actually," he said, smirking. "I don't think I will today."
