Hey, everyone! Thanks for the reviews. I'm sorry I haven't updated in weeks, I've been busy with exams and projects. But my last exam is on Monday! Yay! I'll try and update next week, before I go on holidays. Enjoy and, as usual, review please! :) and I'm going to try and finally put up a chapter for A School Year To Remember next week, so look out for it :)

Chapter Ten

A couple of weeks later, Amy and Ricky are, (finally) going on their very first date.

But instead of going to a fancy restaurant, Ricky decided to do something totally different, and Amy was in for a very unexpected surprise.

"So… where are we going?" she asked, full of curiosity.

As they were driving into downtown, Amy looked at the shops and businesses, and wondered where Ricky was taking her.

"Are we… going shopping?" she asked.

Ricky smiled, and shook his head.

"Hmm…," she thought, and laid back in her seat.

As they neared the theatre, Amy gasped.

"Are we going to see a play?" she asked, full of excitement.

"I asked you to dress in jeans and a tee-shirt, I don't think we're going to a play," he said, holding back a laugh.

Amy sighed, as they drove past the theatre. Someday…, she thought.

George used to take her and Ashley to plays as a yearly tradition, and she missed it dearly. The weeks after going to see the plays, Amy would pretend she was a ballerina, dancing on that stage…,

"We're here, Amy," said Ricky, interrupting her thoughts.

Amy got out of the car, and made a face, looking at her surroundings. She was looking at an old abandoned building, with paint chipped siding, and missing shudders. It looked like a building from circa nineteen forties. The windows were boarded shut, and the building just plain looked abandoned.

"What is this place, Ricky?" she asked, with a hint of worry in her voice.

He came over to her, and took her hand. "Relax, I didn't bring you anywhere dangerous."

"Then what is this place, then? It seems dangerous to me."

Ricky smiled, and lead her to the entrance door.

"You're about to find out," he said, and pushed the door open.

Amy blinked several times, taking in her surroundings.

It used to be a factory or warehouse, for certain, but there was a kitchen in the far corner, with a couple of people standing in line.

"Is this a soup kitchen?" Amy asked.

Ricky looked at her, and nodded. "My parents just opened it a month ago. They still have a lot of work to do, but they got the kitchen going at least. They need to do renovating, but they can't afford it right now. They want to make this into a shelter or a YMCA someday, you know?"

Amy could only nod, amazed at the generosity of Ricky's parents. It's not everyone that would spend their time or money doing something like this. She admired them.

Margaret noticed them, and came over with aprons, hairnets, and gloves.

"Hey you two! Thank you for doing this. Me and my husband have to go grocery shopping, but do you can handle running this? We have another volunteer here, so it should be okay…,"

Ricky looked at Amy, and she nodded. They put their things on, then they got to work.

The other volunteer, Jessie, helped them get familiar with everything in the kitchen, and they begun serving. Ricky and Jessie cooked, while Amy served them. She tried to hold back tears, as a mother and her three kids came in line.

She looked into the eyes of one of the little girls, and realized, how lucky she was to be away from David. Or else, she would have been a regular at this kitchen, as well.

But Amy forgot about David, when they closed the kitchen for the night, and it was just her and Ricky eating their dinner.

"This is good," Amy mumbled, as she took a bite of her chicken.

Ricky smiled, and took a bite from his. "Yeah, my mother chooses really good recipes. She says that food is the thing that these people look forward to everyday, so she makes it with no shortcuts and doesn't like buying the cheap stuff for the ingredients."

Amy smiled.

"Thanks for bringing me here," she said.

Ricky nodded in response, and continued eating.

After a moment of silence, Ricky cleared his throat. "I just realized something."

Amy raised her eyebrows. "What did you realize?"

Ricky bit his bottom lip.

"I never got to kiss you yet," he said, a bit embarrassed.

Amy couldn't help but giggle.

"Yeah, I was thinking about that today," she responded, and Ricky's eyes widened.

"You were thinking about kissing me?" he asked, quickly.

Amy made a face. "Yeah, so what if I was. Ricky… I just don't want this to be a first date, I want this to be something the start of something big. I've just been so proud of you lately! You've sobered up, you started to care more about your school work, and, you've helped me get through everything that's been going on in my life right now. I can see a potential Owen in you," she said, and Ricky frowned.

"I'm just kidding, Ricky! Jeez… I'm sure you don't want to kiss me now," she said jokingly, and Ricky was twirling his food around his plate.

"Do you still talk to Owen?" he asked, not looking at her.

Amy bit her bottom lip, and sighed. "I called him once, after his grandfather's funeral, but that's it. We agreed to just be friends, anyways."

Ricky didn't respond, and continued eating.

All of a sudden, the front doors flew open, and Amy got up.

"I'm sorry, sir, we're closed," she told a tall, balding man, wearing a tie-dye shirt and jeans.

The man looked around, and closed the doors.

"That's fine, I just wanted to talk to you, and my son," he said, and Ricky bolted out of his chair.

"WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING HERE, HUH? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Ricky yelled, approaching his father, Bob.

Bob ignored him, and looked at Amy.

"Are you Amy Juergens?" he asked her, and Amy put her hand over her knife.

"Yes… why?"

"DON'T TALK TO HER!" Ricky roared, but Bob ignored his son again.

"Well, on my way here from jail, I met up with your stepdaddy Amy, and he wants me to deliver you a message-,"

"SHUT UP!" Ricky yelled, and Bob went up to him.

He glared at Ricky in the eyes, and spat at him. Ricky then pushed him away, and Bob shoved him to the ground, and started to punch him.

"RICKY!" Amy screamed in horror, and grabbed a glass Coke bottle off the table.

Crying, she smashed it against the table, and used the other half of it to scratch Bob's head with the sharp ends. He screamed out in pain, but he continued to hurt Ricky.

"PLEASE, STOP!" she screamed, seeing Ricky like this.

At that moment, Margaret and her husband came in the building.

"Oh my lord!" she yelled, and her husband ran over to stop Bob.

But Bob would stop, elbowing the older man in the ribs as he tried to get him off Ricky.

In the corner of her eyes, Amy could see Margaret talking frantically into her cell phone. Please, be here soon… she thought, and helped Margaret's husband off of the ground.

Together, they finally managed to get Bob away from Ricky, and Margaret helped them restrain Bob to a chair. He tried to fight them, but the cops arrived soon enough, along with an ambulance.

As they were handcuffing Bob, he whistled at Amy.

"I didn't get to deliver my message, you know. You better watch out, because David's going to be back, and he's going to finish what he started," he said, with a disgusting grin on his face.

"You're going to regret saying that, bud," said one of the cops, and got him off the chair.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY COPS THEY'LL HAVE SURROUNDING YOU, AMY! DAVID WILL FIND A WAY TO GET TO YOU!" he yelled, as the cops dragged him out of the building.

Amy burst into a sob, and collapsed on the ground.

She screamed, and screamed, until she felt a pick in her arm, and everything turned black.

When Amy's eyes fluttered open, she was in a familiar room that she was residing in often in the past year.

A hospital room. She groaned, and rubbed her eyes.

Remembering what happened before she blacked out, she burst into a sob. She continued crying while nurses came in and out of the room, and also when her doctor came to check on her.

She stopped crying, once Margaret came to see her, though.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you feeling?" she asked, but Amy didn't respond.

"The cops want to interview you, but I suppose that can wait till later."

Again, Amy didn't answer, but asked: "How is Ricky?"

Margaret tried to give her a reassuring smile, but she didn't have the strength to. "Ricky's doing ok. He has a broken nose, and had a lot of swelling, but they put him in a medically induced coma, so the healing should be quicker."

Amy nodded, and held back another cry. This was all her fault.

The next day, Amy was being released, and her sessions with Dr. Fields have increased from one a week to three times a week, just when she was starting to heal. Amy could barely sleep the night before, only seeing Bob and David when she closed her eyes.

Before she left the hospital, Amy was given permission to go see Ricky in the ICU.

When she walked into his private room, she burst into a sob. Ricky's face was mostly covered in bandages, and he had a severe looking black eye. He had a tube going up his nose, and was connected to various machines.

Amy made her way over to his bed, and took his hand.

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you, Ricky… and I-I j-just wanted to say… that I love you."

She bent over, and kissed his lips. When she pulled away, it felt like ten million years later.

Even though it wasn't the first kiss she had in mind, she thought it was perfect the way it was.

Because Ricky is her perfection.

Ok, that was a lame ending, I have to admit :P

But, they kissed! Yay! (Even though Ricky wasn't conscious)

What do you all think of Bob coming? Review!