(2 months into Amy's pregnancy, 2 weeks after final scene in previous chapter)

Ricky pushed open the faded orange doors to Grant High, a wave of apprehension washing over him. As he stepped into the tiled hallway, he saw and felt a million eyes on him. Nervously, he glanced around, his gaze meeting a thousand other penetrating ones. Ricky could see an array of emotions burning in the pupils of his peers, disbelief, anger, disgust, amusement and the oh so distinguishable 'dude-what-have-you-done'.

Slowly, he walked towards his locker, cautious, as if approaching an angry animal. He was just about to step up to the long metal door with the dial on it when he saw someone step up to him. It was a girl with dark ginger hair pulled back by a hair-band. She looked like the 'nerdy-genius-freak' type that Ricky tended to ignore and walk away from. He grimaced. It looks like he couldn't walk away this time.

"Yeah?" he asked, already feeling immensely guilty, even though she hadn't even opened her mouth.

"I just wanted to say that what you did to Amy was awful and that you should be ashamed of yourself," the girl said stoutly, her eyes bright with indignant anger.

Ricky exhaled slowly, his eyes downcast. "Yeah…I know."

The girl, who seemed satisfied (or was it disgusted?) with his answer, walked off.

Ricky suddenly felt a deep resentment bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Luke Ferret had gotten a girl pregnant last year and no one had given him such a hard time. He looked up, angry eyes meeting the curious, probing ones of the rest of the student body. The evident looks of disapproval were like oil to flame, and Ricky couldn't control the furious torrent of words that spilled out of his mouth.

"What are you all looking at? What's your problem? So I got Amy Juergens pregnant! What're you all gonna do about it? Huh?" Ricky's expression was murderous, his angry voice carrying through the halls, echoing dangerously.

The students stirred uncomfortably. Direct confrontation was always awkward. Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, little groups of people with their heads together drifting away to gossip about Ricky's outburst.

Ricky turned back to his locker, breathing heavily. He hated losing his temper but it happened so often that every time after his 'explosion' he would feel immensely helpless and even more worked up, he felt so unable to control himself. Suddenly, he felt a cool grip grasp his arm. He looked down to see a well-manicured hand. A grim smile from the feeling of déjà vu tugged at Ricky's lips. He turned around, feelings carefully hidden by an impassive mask.

"Adrian," he addressed her dismissively.

Adrian mirrored his expression for a split second before it broke away, revealing a sorry and begging face.

"Ricky…" she began slowly, her eyes pleading. Ricky held up a hand to stop her. His smile returned, and though it wasn't forced, it wasn't easy either.

"It's okay. All forgotten. Friends?" he asked, amusement now dancing in his eyes.

Adrian, in turn, narrowed hers. "Friends?" she asked, incredulously. She sounded as if she was about to cry.

Ricky chuckled darkly. "I'm just kidding," he said before sweeping down to kiss her full on the mouth.

She returned it vigorously, if not desperately. Ricky smirked into her lips. Their nightly activities were back on. Finally.

Ricky was at his locker, at the end of the school day, stowing away his textbooks. His feet were tapping a beat while he clicked with his tongue, and he didn't hear his name being called until the person was standing right next to him and shouting in his ear. He jumped back wincing, holding the side of his head.

"What do you want? And what was that for? Geez…" Ricky shook his head, looking at the culprit with annoyance.

"Sorry," Ben winced; realizing how making Ricky angry might affect the impact of what he was about to say. "I called your name three times, but you didn't respond so I thought…" he trailed off.

"So you thought you would just come over to try to see if I was deaf?" Ricky cocked his eyebrow at him.

"I…no. I was jus-" Ben broke off, taking a deep breath. To argue over who was right and who was wrong was not the reason he had tracked down the father of his girlfriend's baby. "Anyway, as I was going to say," he took another deep breath, "I was wondering if we could talk…privately."

Ricky eyed the skinny boy in front of him. Then he sighed. Ben looked like on of those people that were annoyingly pursuant.

"All right, but make it quick. I have to get to band practice." He twirled his drumsticks between his fingers. There was an awkward pause as Ben just stood there sorting out his thoughts. "Well get on with it!" Ricky gestured impatiently.

Ben took a deep breath again. "I was just thinking…well…you see…we are, inevitably now, connected by Amy and the child. I…I'm in love with her," Ricky choked at this, "and you're the father of her child." He paused again.

"Yes…?"

"I just thought that…since we're bound together by all this, we might as well…be friends. You know. So there's no animosity when the kid's born."

Ricky scoffed. "No animosity? There will always be animosity between the three of us Ben." He said coldly, "Who's the kid going to call 'Dad'? Who is he going to spend his first birthday with, you and Amy or me? Who's going to take him to his first day of high school? Who's going to give him the 'birds and the bees' talk?" Ricky snorted. "There will never be peace between our little...threesome…unless of course either one of us dies…or Amy chooses to cut one of us out of her and the kid's life."

Ben paled at this. "N-no, I mean, come on Ricky…it can't be that drastic, surely! Parents get divorced all the time, and it's pretty much the same concept," he spluttered.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Ben ran his hand through his hair, ruffling the perfect shape. "I just…I just thought that we might as well be friends."

Ricky sighed with defeat and irritation on the outside, maintaining his aloof front. On the inside, however, he was turning the idea over in his head. Friends. He had never had a real friend. Except maybe Amy. Ben turned to leave, his head bowed, confident that he had been rejected.

"No…wait." Ben turned around quickly, his eyes shining with hope, like a puppy. "I…I guess we could…work things out. You know…for the kid."

Ben smiled widely. "That's…that's great!" Ben reached to clap Ricky on the shoulder, to which Ricky drew back slightly and frowned. Ben shrugged, smiling ruefully. "Well…I'll let you go then. Bye…Ricky," he smiled again, his teeth bright and flashing.

"Yeah, bye Ben."

There was a knock on the back door. Amy went to open the door and smiled when she saw whom it was. She opened it, grinning broadly.

"Hey," Amy beckoned him in.

"Hey," Ricky grinned. He had come to visit her nearly everyday after school, just to hang out and talk. His excuse to Margaret and Shakur had been that he needed to build a good relationship with the mother of his child but they were happy to let him go anyway.

"My parents are out of town to help out with my grandmother. She's moving house so she'll be nearer to the hospital just in case of any problems with her health and Ashley's at a sleepover so I've got the house all to myself." She laughed spiritedly. "I haven't felt so free since I found out I was…pregnant," Ricky winced, looking guilty. But then Amy laughed again. "Do you want juice?" she asked, heading to the fridge.

"Uh sure." Ricky sat himself down at the table, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

Suddenly the phone rang. Amy started, spilling the orange liquid, and she looked beseechingly to Ricky, as she tried to clean up the spilt juice. Ricky got up hastily and went to the phone.

"Hello?" Ricky heard a small gasp when he answered, and then he heard mumbling, a woman and a man.

"Is that you Ricky?" the gruff voice of George Juergens startled Ricky.

"Yep. I just stopped by to…" Ricky trailed off. To what?

"Yeah, okay. I was just calling to see if Amy was okay. We're not here for the weekend, and she had probably already told you why." There was a pregnant silence... How ironic.

"Anyway," George continued, "You can stay over if you want. I feel like after the talk we had last weekend you're gonna behave yourself around my little girl."

Ricky smiled wryly. Yes, the 'talk last weekend'. George had stormed into his adopted parents' house at eight in the morning, demanding to talk with Ricky. What followed was a very awkward conversation between the two of them, most of which was George threatening to get Ricky arrested if hurt Amy again. Ricky had assured him that it wouldn't happen and George had, thankfully, believed him.

"Err…thanks Mr. Juergens. I wasn't going to stay over, as you say, but-" George cut him off.

"I'd rather you did stay over if you don't mind." George chuckled ruefully. "There's no one at home and I'm worried about Amy. What if there was some sort of accident or incident? Madison and Lauren are under strict grounding rules, so they won't be much help, and her boyfriend Ben doesn't exactly live close by. If you could just stay over…" George trailed off suggestively. Ricky sighed and laughed. This had to be a first. Never had a father invited him to stay over at a daughter's house. Ever.

"All right then, if it puts you in your right mind Mr. Juergens." He grinned again and George laughed with him.

"Okay then, you kids behave yourselves. I don't want to see...yeah, you know. Have a good weekend!" George hung up the phone, snickering at his own 'hilarious' threat.

Ricky gently set the phone down, and turned to face Amy, who had a very 'wierded-out' expression lingering on her face.

"What was that?" she asked, her eyes nervously darting from the phone to Ricky's face.

"Oh, it was nothing. Your dad just asked me to 'stay over' and take care of you for the weekend," Ricky said, amused.

"He…he what?" Amy looked flabbergast. Her mind was reeling and she floundered for some explanation. Ricky snickered, and Amy's gaze darkened. It was a joke. Some cruel joke that Ricky and Adrian had probably cooked up to show her that she was just a nobody, just an easy girl who got pregnant at band camp.

"You are a horrible person. I can't believe you would think up something like this! Or that you think I'm stupid enough to believe you!" Amy's eyes were narrowed as she threw her fury at Ricky. His eyes widened suddenly, all traces of amusement gone. "You have no sensitivity whatsoever! I'm PREGNANT with YOUR CHILD for Christ's sake!"

Her eyes burned with a deep, injured fury and she started towards Ricky, her hand raised. Ricky jumped, and quickly grabbed her hand to prevent her from hitting him and clutched her shoulder, his arm braced, so that she would remain a reasonably safe distance away from him.

"Amy!" when she continued to struggle he shouted her name a little louder. "AMY!" she paused, her fight dying away at hearing him yell. "I wasn't joking. Your dad just asked me to watch out for you this weekend because he was worried you might have an accident, and with no one at home, it could be really dangerous. I wasn't trying to trick you Amy.." he looked sincere but there was still a nagging doubt in the back of Amy's mind.

She narrowed her eyes. "You expect me to believe that MY dad, the man that swears to tear you from limb to limb, wants YOU to take care of me?" She looked incredulous and insulted that he had thought so little of her intelligence.

"We…kind of had a little talk…well there was more him threatening to kill me rather than talking but…yeah. Let's just say we've come to an understanding," Ricky let go of Amy looking sheepish.

Her eyebrows shot up. "It's not like he can actually kill you. So what kind of leverage does my Dad have on you then? Hmm?" she asked disbelievingly. Her expression was annoyed but no longer angry.

"Well…he kind of threatened to tell Marg-Mom and Dad everything if I did hurt you…" Ricky had suddenly become very interested in a speck of dust on the tiled kitchen floor.

"…So?" Amy was still unconvinced.

He looked up, an expression of begging splayed across his handsome face. "I can't bear to disappoint them. They saved me from a life of depression, abuse, violence…I couldn't repay them like that." Ricky sounded so sincere that Amy winced.

"Sorry…I didn't realize. It's jus-…I just thought that you were playing some sort of joke on me, to show me how much of a nobody I am." Amy shuffled her feet nervously, playing with a loose thread on her cardigan.

Ricky looked up, surprised. "I wouldn't do that to you Amy. God knows I've hurt you enough…"

Amy's lips tugged into a small smile. A pause ensued while they both just smiled at each other, until Amy shook herself and said, "SO. Juice?"

Ricky laughed. "Yeah, all right."

Amy went back to the counter near the fridge and finished pouring out the liquid into two cups. She handed him one and took a small sip from hers. "Well…since you're gonna be here all weekend, what do you want to do?"

Ricky frowned. "I…don't know. Do you have any chores or…anything you need to get done?" He downed the whole cup in one, and went to the sink to put it down.
Amy stood for a second, drinking as she thought; mentally flicking through all the things she had to do that weekend (which, frankly, wasn't much), and finally landed on spring-cleaning.

"I have to clean my room? Got to clean out the cupboards and everything. But if that's too boring it's okay…"

Ricky was quick to hear the hopeful tone in her voice. "No, course not. C'mon, let's go clean out your room."

Amy smiled warmly and set her empty cup down next to Ricky's and led the way up. She pushed open the white door with her childhood handicraft butterfly on it, slipping inside, while Ricky looked closely at her door decoration, an amused smile playing at his lips.

"Tadaa! Welcome to where all the magic happens," she said, grinning, capturing his attention again. Ricky scoffed, which only made her giggle, looking around curiously as he walked in. Amy's room was nothing like Adrian's. Adrian had all sorts of magazines, makeup and nail polish bottles scattered around the room. Her clothes were the only thing that she kept pristinely neat and hung in her wardrobe.

Admittedly, Amy's room was just as messy, but instead of girly knick-knacks everywhere, she had stacks of books piled precariously on her desk, and sheet after sheet of stapled music scores carpeting her floor like autumn leaves.

"Sorry for the mess. I've kind of not bothered to clean for the past month or so…what with the…you know, and everything," Amy looked apologetic at seeing his wondering gaze.

"No, no, its okay! It's just…your room is very different from Adri-…" he floundered off, realizing that he had just crossed the invisible line…again. Amy smiled tightly. "I'm…sure."

Ricky bit his lip and mouthed 'sorry'. Amy rolled her eyes, smiling properly this time.

"It's cool. We'd better get a move on, or we'll never be done." She bent down and started picking up the music scores. Ricky chuckled, and helped her fish them up.

By the time all the scores had been picked up, Amy was carrying a whole armful, the stack of paper as tall as her hand to her forearm.
Ricky whistled. "That is a LOT of music."

Amy snorted, looking slightly guilty. "Music is…my fetish," she said, shrugging.

"Yeah…evidently." At this, Amy broke out into giggles. "It's mine too, you know." Ricky looked a little embarrassed. Most people thought he did band just to pick up girls, but they were only half right (well, he did spend many hours in storage cupboards and practice rooms with them). But, ultimately the drums had been a way for Ricky to take out his anger, and let go of all the baggage that he carried with him from his childhood, if not just for a while. He looked up uncomfortably and saw Amy's sympathetic smile as she read between the lines of his confession.

Amy waddled over to a small chest of drawers, and, using her foot to draw out the very last one, dumped the paper with a big 'whump' into the wooden contraption. She straightened and said, "All right. Now…cupboards." Amy, who had turned to the big, white doors to her dresser did not see Ricky's grimace. He shifted uncomfortably when she had mentioned 'cupboards'. He felt wrong somehow looking through Amy's clothes…as if he was dipping into sinful waters.

Amy opened the doors and stepped into the small room that was her dresser. To one side, she had all her coats and scarves hanging, with her shoes propped neatly in rows below them. Beside that, there was a humongous, mahogany chest of drawers that Ricky guessed, had all her clothes in them.

To Ricky's surprise, however, she turned to somewhere further to the left of her dresser, and he saw many colourful boxes piled up in ridiculously high stacks…board games.

Amy smiled, embarrassed. "We never got round to sorting them out. Most of them are going to be thrown away but Ashley and I thought that maybe it would be nice to keep a couple…just for old time's sake." Ricky laughed aloud at her expression. This girl…she really was something. Keeping old board games for all the good memories…he'd never heard of anything like it.

"All right then," he said, still chuckling. "Shall we play a round of each of them just to run them through the 'passing test'?" he winked, half in jest, half genuinely wanting to play. At this, Amy laughed too. "Yes! That sounds like a lot of fun. Plus, we have a lot of time to kill anyway." She knelt down and grabbed a stack of boxes and Ricky followed in suit.

"Cheater! Cheater! I saw you kick the dice with your foot!" Amy cried, laughing. Ricky pretended to look outraged. "I have no idea what you're talking about! That was clearly an accident. And it's not my fault neither of us saw what the number was before I ACCIDENTALLY nudged it," Ricky grinned, his eyes dancing as he defended himself.

"Liar." Amy scrunched up her nose, fighting the giggle that threatened to break out.

"Now, now, I know you're not mad. I see you wanting to laugh," Ricky smirked, taking in Amy's 'furious' expression. When she obstinately shook her head, he laughed outright. "Come on, I know you want to smile. Come on Amy," he suddenly lunged forward, knocking over the small colourful pieces and tickling Amy around the neck and stomach.

A surprised laugh burst out of her mouth, and she squirmed around trying to avoid Ricky's long fingers that poked and prodded her flesh.

"Okay, okay! Truce! No, stop! Please!" Amy gasped out, from amidst her uncontrollable giggles. Ricky drew back, laughing, until his mind registered what was happening which brought his mirth to an abrupt stop. His face suddenly froze and both he and Amy realized the same thing simultaneously. Ricky was on top of her in a very compromising position, and he had propped himself up with his arms on either side of her waist. Her legs were sprawled out underneath him and Amy blushed furiously, drawing them in, whilst Ricky hurriedly rolled off of her. He coughed; looking awkwardly away as he inwardly cursed himself. Ricky opened his mouth and turned around; ready to apologize, when he felt a warm hand on his arm. He shifted his eyes to see Amy's kindly brown eyes staring straight at him.

"Don't think too much about it Ricky. What happened at band camp…happened at band camp. Maybe it was a mistake but…I think it'll be good for us in the long run. We don't have to feel guilty for the rest of our lives, you know." Ricky smiled at Amy's reassurances and positive attitude.

"But you know…" he paused for effect, and Amy looked at him expectantly. "I actually…didn't cheat." He smirked, grinning widely, and Amy's jaw hung open in startled annoyance.

It was 6 o' clock in the evening when Amy suddenly looked up from the movie they were watching. "I'm really, really hungry," she announced, looking around, as if hoping that plates of her desired food would come popping out of nowhere.

Ricky looked over from beside her and raised his eyebrows.

"What? I am!" Amy protested, trying to justify herself.

Ricky laughed and dug his mobile phone out of his pockets. He started to scroll through his contacts. "What do you want to eat then?"

"Mmm…I'm thinking Chinese. Or maybe Italian…though I do really want a burger…oh, and maybe some nach-" Ricky interrupted her rambling. "Just pick something already!" He looked at her, half amused, half annoyed.

Amy met his gaze reproachfully. "Fine. Chinese?" Ricky smirked and threw up his hands. "There we go!" Amy snorted, laughing and pushed him gently.

"Hello? Yeah can I have," Ricky put his hand on the speaker. "Amy what do you want?"
"Mushi pork,"she replied promptly. Ricky uncovered the phone and was about to talk when Amy hurriedly added, "Oh and don't forget extra duck sauce!"

Ricky rolled his eyes at her, and then filled out his own order before finally hanging up the phone.
"You really like your duck sauce don't you?" he looked teasing, boyish mouth twisted into an amused smile.

Amy feigned nonchalance. "Eh. Kind of." Ricky raised his eyebrows with a twinkle in his eye that made Amy's face break out into another one of her breath-taking smiles.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The movie had just finished and Ricky and Amy were laughing about one of the characters. She looked around, startled. "Is that the take-out? That was fast…"

"Yeah, I chose one near your place, so you wouldn't be hungry for too long." Amy gave him a look. "You 'chose one'? How many do you have on your contact list?" she asked, incredulous.

Ricky shrugged, smiling. "I like to keep a few on hand of every type of take-out…" at Amy's flabbergast expression he quickly held up his hands. "Hey, hey, you never know when you're going to be stuck in a pinch in some random place with a starving stomach. It's called good preparation."

Ding-dong. The bell rung again, and Amy hurried to the hallway, snorting at Ricky's last comment. She grabber her wallet from the counter, and pulled the door open.
"Sorry, thanks. How much will it be?" Amy took the bag of food from the delivery guy, who was ogling her chest slightly, as she bent down to put the food on the floor.

"Uh…20 bucks." He coughed awkwardly, peering at Amy as she shuffled through her wallet.

"Here you go." A deep voice interrupted them, and both Amy and the delivery guy looked up, surprised. Ricky was holding out two 10-dollar bills out expectantly, a challenging gleam in his eye. When the guy didn't take it he said, rather brutally, "Well? Are you going to take the money or do we get the food for free?"
The guy started and hurriedly took the money, and, turning on his heel, ran back to his scooter.

Ricky smirked at his retreating back, before an annoyed cough brought him back to the current situation. Amy was looking at him, her eyebrows raised, brown eyes flashing.

"Ricky! What was that? You scared the poor guy out of his wits!" her hands on her hips, as she glared.

"Yeah well he didn't look so scared when he was trying to look down your shirt," Ricky muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets sullenly.

"That's not an excu-Wait what? No he wasn't!" Amy looked scandalized.

"I'm pretty sure that's why is head was tilted when you bent down," Ricky looked at her pointedly. Amy frowned, as she tried to remember what he really had done.

"Okay, you know what, never mind," she shook her head, irritated look disappearing. "In any case, thank you for paying." She bent down and hauled the plastic bag into her arms and walked off to the kitchen. During that little show, Ricky could not help but try looking down her shir-he pinched himself. He should not be having such thoughts about Amy…especially since he and Adrian had just made up.

"Ricky! Hurry up, the food's going to get cold," Amy called from the kitchen.

Beep. Beep. Beep-Beep. Beep-Beep. Bee- Adrian's hand slammed down on the alarm clock, effectively silencing it. She crawled out from underneath her covers, her eyes bloodshot and ringed with black mascara smudges. Groaning, Adrian surveyed her room, which was a mess. There was a large, empty churros box sitting on her floor, and a big tub of half-finished ice cream that had melted slightly, was propped on her bedside table.

The memory of last night echoed in her mind: she had stayed up late, waiting for Ricky to call…but he never did. She had held out from calling him herself, not wanting to seem desperate, and had fallen asleep with her phone pressed to her cheek. But it was morning now, and enough was enough. Manicured nails clacking on the buttons she quickly dialled Ricky's number.

Tringg. Tringg. Tringg. Ricky shot up, off the sofa. He looked around groggily, unsure of why he was not in his own bed. Then he remembered that he was at Amy's. Faintly, Ricky recalled the small shouting match they had had about who would get the bed or the living room sofa. Evidently, Ricky had won; with his argument that she was pregnant and needed her sleep.

Tringg. The insistent ringing of his phone broke him out of his reverie. Quickly, he answered it without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" he yawned as he answered.

"Ricky Underwood, you lying, cheating, good-for-noth-" Adrian shouted down the phone, hysterical with hurt and fury.

"Whoa, whoa, hey what's wrong?" Ricky asked, frowning and completely oblivious to the reason of her anger.

"You said you would call! I thought it would be different this time, I thought, maybe you really did want us to work! I can't believe that I actually tho-"

Ricky interrupted her again, swearing. "I'm sorry. Oh God…I can't believe I forgot."

Adrian, sounding a little pacified at his apology asked, snarky, "Where are you anyway?"

There was a very awkward pause, until Ricky took a deep breath, and said, a tad defensively, "Amy's place."

There was a split second of silence until Adrian exploded. "What! You went a slept with Amy Juergens again? And yet you still apologize for not calling me back! I bet you completely forgot while you were shagging that dirty little slut! So what, she's your new bed-buddy? I cannot believe you!"

"Adrian, no! It's not like that. Her dad just asked me to stay over and watch over her, cause he and her mom were out of town for the weekend."

"Oh, I'll just bet he did. Yeah, probably asked you to go and hop in her bed while you were at it! And why does she need taking care of anyway? It's just a weekend for Christ's sake! I go for weeks without my mom, and my dad isn't even around!" Adrian's tone threatened to go on and on, until Ricky finally interrupted her again.

"Hey, yeah I know it's a bit strange but she's not exactly in top condition right now is she?" he paused for a breath, while Adrian muttered "No thanks to you."

"Look, you can believe me, or you can choose not to. But nothing happened last night. We argued about who would have the bed in her room and I won, so she's still asleep in her room, and I'm on her sofa." Ricky sounded peeved that Adrian didn't believe him, as he exasperatedly explained the events of the night before.

Adrian huffed. "Fine. But if you pull this kind of stunt again, I swear, I will hit you so hard, you'll find yourself in China."

Ricky chuckled, and said, "Alright, I got it. I'll come around…Sunday night? After I 'put Amy to bed'."

Adrian rolled her eyes at the last part. "God…she's such a child. I don't understand why you hang around her."

Ricky frowned a little. "Hey. No more talking bad about Amy. If you can't find anything nice to say, don't say anything. Alright?" he said, with a warning tone in his voice.

"Fine. Call me later tonight?"

"Cool. I won't forget this time," he added, smirking. Without waiting for her to reply, he went and clicked the 'End Call' button.

"Ricky?" he heard a sleepy voice murmur from the hallway. He got up, peering around the corner in the wall.

Amy shuffled in, combing her hand through her hair, in a big loose shirt and pyjama shorts. When she saw him she quickly covered her eyes, and groaned. "Ricky! Put on some pants! I don't want to see you in your boxers."

Ricky jumped and looked down, remembering that he had pulled his jeans off when he went to sleep last night. "Got it. Sorry," he said, hurriedly tugging his trousers on. "Alright, I'm decent."

Amy giggled, uncovering her eyes. "I'm done with the bathroom so you can go upstairs and clean up. There are new toothbrushes in the cabinet above the sink and there fresh wash-cloths are in the cupboard. What do you want for breakfast?"

Ricky frowned as he thought. "Uhm…the cereal we had last time I came around? You know, the one with the strawberries and stuff?"

Amy laughed, remembering how much he had enjoyed her special cereal mixture.

"Kay, you go clean up and I'll go make breakfast," she said, as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Ricky, too, chuckled, and climbed the stairs. What an interesting life he led…Kind, caring, funny guy by day, dark, attractive, alluring boyfriend by night. What a strange combination..

FINALLY. Finished the chapter. I'm so so SO sorry for the delay! You all probably think I'm dead or something..As I explained in my Author's Note, I've been snowed down with the amount of work from school and I'm really sorry! In consolation, this is the longest chapter yet?:) Haha I hoped you enjoyed it! Leave some feedback if you want:)

xx Sophie