A/N: I tried to capture Ricky and Adrian in a sense of their physical actions and then what they'd be thinking in their minds. Their love is sort of different, they usually hide their feelings for each other (especially in the first season), so I decided to try and capture that. The story is written in POV's, every chapter alternating from Ricky to Adrian. The parentheses are their thoughts (obviously), it'll be easier to understand once you read. Enjoy, reviews are love!

Disclaimer: NO, I do not own The Secret Life of the American Teenager, because if I did, Ricky and Adrian would be together right now. Oh, and she wouldn't be pregnant with Ben's baby. *rolls eyes*

Adrian

"She's a child. How in the world-"

"It was before you. Before you, Adrian." (Better be, asshole.)

"And now she's carrying your baby?"

"Look," he said, looking into his cup of coffee, "I'm not even into her. She wasn't good." (Not as good as me, huh?)

"Whatever. It's over. She'll just like, abort it or whatever. She can't possibly have a baby at fifteen."

Ricky tuned her out after the word 'abort'. (That asshole totally stopped listening to me.)

"Babe, whatever, it's done." He grabbed her face, which was looking awfully gloomy, and kissed her hard.

Five minutes later, she found herself ripping her tight white t-shirt off to the ground, wrapping her legs around him tighter and tighter.

"Breathe on me harder, that's so sexy." He smiled as he spoke to her. (Your wish is my command.)

The sex wasn't quick anymore like it had been with the others she's been with. It was long and passionate, especially for two people who made the claim to be 'just fuck buddies'.

Then, the question came. She knew it would eventually, especially after weeks of fucking like this.

"Are we friends?" (Let's be more, please!) Ricky grabbed her chin and looked straight into her eyes.

"No." (We are friends, friends who fuck.)

"Adrian." He sighed. "I think you're my friend."

"We're not friends, Ricky. We barely know about each other."

"I know you have a great ass." He smacked it as he spoke. "And great tits and lips and man, the list goes on and-"

"No. We're not friends. I don't even care about you." (I care about you so much that I wonder what's going through your mind right now when you're looking at me.)

"Ouch." He said, placing his hand over his chest. "That hurt a little bit." (He's not really hurt, is he?)

"Shut up and get out, I'm tired."

"Want food?"

"No." (I was starving, especially after sex like that.)

"K." That's all he said, throwing his shirt over his shoulder and closing her room door behind him with a bang.


"Look, if you're into him," she began, "I swear, I'll back off." ( I'm not really backing off.)

"N-no, wh-where did y-you even h-hear that?" The shy yet mysterious Amy Juergens flipped her bangs back several times during that sentence, Adrian guessing it was out of nervous habit.

"Around, honey." Adrian pressed her lips together, looking the band geek in the eye. "But if you're not, just tell me, and we'll forget we ever had this convo. Besides, Ricky and I, we're just friends anyway."

"Oh, I- I figured-"

"Besides," Adrian said in a faint whisper as she leaned closer to Amy, "He's not that good in bed anyway." (Okay, so he was good in bed, and that mother fucking bitch would know, since she was carrying his child and all.)