Author's Note: I know the party was supposed to be the day of graduation, but for the purposes of this story, I'm adding it in now.

Amy walked into the party with Ricky. He was right, getting out was what she needed to feel better. Adrian walked right up and gave them a smile. "Hi." she said.

"Said the spider to the fly." Amy whispered in Ricky's ear, and he smirked.

"What, Adrian?"

"Wanna talk to you a minute..." she fidgeted.

"OK, go ahead." Amy acquiesced. "Get it over with."

Ricky walked over to a private corner with Adrian. "You want something from me?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You told Grace you wanted a goodbye kiss."

"And Amy knows this?"

"Yes, and Amy's okay with it, because she knows I only love her and only want her." he said, and leaned down to kiss Adrian fully on the lips. "Goodbye, Adrian."

Adrian's eyes bugged, and then they lit up. "I'm free of you!"

"Good. Don't bug me anymore."

Adrian fidgeted again. "How's Amy doing? Really?"

"She's here isn't she? She's better." Ricky said, and walked back to her.

Adrian's date walked over to her. "You're a whore, you know that? You have no respect for me, or for yourself."

"Oh, screw you." Adrian huffed. "I had to get that out of my system, I don't care what you think. I've been dating you all of a week, and the only reason you were so attached is because I'm good at it."

He only glared, stomping out of the door.

"Well, who needs you anyway!" Adrian yelled after him. "Asshole!"

Embarrassed, she made her way to the refreshment stand. Meanwhile, Amy and Ricky danced in each-other's arms.

"You know how pretty you are?" Ricky whispered into her neck, kissing her lightly on the side of the neck.

Amy smiled. "Not as pretty as you." she teased.

"Ha ha. You know you're gorgeous. Probably half the guys here'd give their right nut to have what I have."

Amy kissed him. "I don't want anyone else, not for the rest of my life." she said seriously.

Ricky smiled, kissing her back, right there on the dance floor...

Later that night, everyone was piling up blankets and pillows on the floor, and Amy cuddled up against Ricky.

"Mmm, my favorite pillow." she said, laying on his chest.

Ricky kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her. "I miss our bed," he said, wriggling to get more comfy. "This floor is hard..."

"Sorry." Amy whispered.

"It's okay, I wanted us to come." Ricky nodded. "You were right, it was a good idea, and we don't get to do stuff like this enough. I am kind of an old fart sometimes."

Amy giggled. "You're too hot to say that."

"Don't you forget it, either..." he grinned at her.

Suddenly, Amy frowned. "Ricky, your arms and hands are up here, right?"

"Yes..."

She started kicking and squeaking, and Ricky looked over, and a drunk moron next to them on a blanket had slid his hands into their blanket, and was rubbing Amy's thigh.

Ricky hopped up immediately and grabbed the offending hand, bending it backwards.

"Gah! That hurts-"

"Good! Now get gone before I loose my temper, 'cause I don't wanna do that." Ricky said, shoving him away.

The guy scampered off, barely able to stand, and Ricky slid back into the blankets, gathering Amy into his arms. "You all right?"

"Yeah... I love you so much..." she said, and wrapped her arms desperately around him.

He pulled her closer, kissing her passionately...