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Hearing my phone vibrate, I woke up. I hadn't remembered bringing my phone in here with me last night. I pulled up the covers and looked to see if it was under there. It wasn't. I looked behind me- it was beside the bed post.

I sighed and picked up my phone. I looked at the caller id; it was my mother. I sat up in the bed, and I pressed the button and whispered groggily into the phone, "Hello-" There was a lump in my throat when I first attempted to speak. I cleared my throat and spoke again. "Hello?"

"Hey, Amy. I just called to see how you were doing. I called you last night at around 10, but there was no answer." I gulped. She paused, and I assumed that she heard. She ignored me and continued. "Uh, so what have you been doing? Are you having fun?" I could hear her chuckling over the phone.

Speechless, I held my mouth slightly opened as I figured out what to say. I hoped she didn't know Ricky and I were here alone. Finally I found the words and nodded to myself, my heart racing. "Yep. I'm having fun." I couldn't think of what to say to answer her question of what I was doing.

"Well that's good Amy." She paused. I squeezed my eyes closed, hoping she wouldn't ask me again after I didn't answer her. "I just wanted to let you know that John and I are doing fine. He's been really fussy, but I quiet him down eventually."

"Oh." I replied, but then I suddenly remembered. "Oh yeah, Mom, is it okay if I stay here a little longer? Maybe another week or so. There's only two weeks before school, and I've been so tired with John and everything, and I was just wondering if maybe you could watch John for-"

"No, Amy." She interrupted me. "I know you've been tired, but that's no excuse for you to just leave for that long of a time. I told you you could stay a few days, but a week is ridiculous."

"Mom, it's not fair! I- I want to stay longer! Please? Can't you just watch him a little longer!? You said you were doing fine, so you'll still be doing fine in a week! Just give me a little longer and I'll-"

"No." She cut me off again. "Amy, I know exactly what's going on. So stop trying to fool me. I know you and Ricky are there alone." My heart stopped." I figured it out yesterday. I'll let you stay today, but I want you home tomorrow."

"How'd you figure it out?" I asked her, surprised and shocked. I bet she was really mad at me now that she knew. But didn't she just say I could stay a few days? Why'd she suddenly change her mind if she already knew what was going on?

"Well, Amy, it was kind of obvious. I wasn't really paying much attention to you when you asked me permission to go, but when I was thinking about it earlier today, I remembered how.." She paused. "how strange you sounded, like you were hiding something. I'm not dumb, Amy."

"I know. I- I just. I- I'm sorry. Why do I have to be home tomorrow? Mom, please! Let me stay longer." I said, hopefully, as I nervously twisted a strand of hair.

"No, Amy! You need to be home tomorrow! Not only because I don't want you to be alone with Ricky, but also because you need to be home!"

"Why!" I snapped at her in a whiny voice.

"Because I said so!" She snapped back. I groaned. That was the only thing parents could ever think of to say. They should at least give a proper reason, because I said so just isn't good enough.

"That's not fair!" I shouted, covering my mouth quickly as I realized I was too loud. I lowered my voice before I said anything else. "There's no reason I should be home tomorrow. You said I could stay a few more days."

"That was before I knew it was just you and Ricky. Amy, just be home tomorrow. Don't get yourself into trouble." And then the phone line went dead.

I hung up the phone and set it down beside my leg. I hadn't noticed, but I looked over and saw Ricky sitting up in the bed beside me.

"Th- that was my mom." I told him nervously.

"I know." He laughed. "What'd she say?"

"Um, well." I paused, brushing my fingers through my hair. "She- she kinda figured out that we were here alone. And- she wants us to be home tomorrow." I frowned. "At least she didn't seem that mad. I bet she'll be mad when I get home, though."

He leaned over to sit closer to me, and we both sat with our knees pulled into our chest. Ricky put his arm around my waist and sighed. "Well, at least we have all of today."

"Yeah, I guess." I grumbled. I put my head on my knees and sulked. I suddenly noticed I wasn't wearing any clothes. "Uh- we should get dressed."

Ricky laughed. "Okay."

Ricky must've stayed awake after I did last night, because he was wearing pants. He threw his self up off the bed and crawled around me. He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on.

I waited until he wasn't looking at me, and I got up from the bed and put my clothes on. Ricky grabbed my hand, and we both walked out of the room and walked down the hallway. "So what do you want to do?"

I pursed my lips and thought about it for a while. It really didn't matter to me, I just wanted to be with him. "I don't know. What time is it?"

He shrugged his shoulders and quickly reached for his phone out of his pocket. "It's 1."

It was one? I couldn't believe it was that late. I think I went to sleep around midnight, so I had slept thirteen hours? I sighed. "Wow, okay. Well, I'm starving."

"Hm, me too." He muttered. We both walked into the kitchen. I didn't really feel like eating lunch, so I just decided I would eat cereal. I reached in the cabinet that was to the left of the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl. I got out the cereal and milk and filled up the bowl.

Ricky and I sat down at the small wooden, round table that was behind the kitchen- right behind the counter in a small section of the room. We both ate quickly.

Ricky walked up beside me and grabbed me by the waist and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled away and smiled softly. "I love you."

I smiled back at him. "I love you, too. I wish we could stay here longer."

"I know, me too. But we can still be alone sometimes, maybe your mom will let you come over to my apartment."

"Yeah, maybe. But I don't know. I don't really think she trusts me. Maybe I can talk her into it." I said. Ricky chuckled and pulled me over to the couch. We both sat down beside one another.

After that, we went to the beach for a while. We stayed for a few hours- not as long as we had yesterday. We got back to the cabin at around five o' clock and ate dinner.

And so the day went by quickly. Before I knew it, it was already eleven o'clock at night. For some reason, I was exhausted, I didn't know why. But I didn't want to go to sleep. I dreaded going back home, because I knew I'd have to put up with whatever my mother complained to me about. Also, I knew the day were dragging on, and school was getting closer to starting back.

Right now Ricky and I were sitting on the couch together. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I quickly took it out and groaned. "Ben's texting me." I told Ricky.

He looked at me for a few seconds, his eyes narrowed. "What does he want?"

I pressed the button, and the message read:

Amy, got home from Italy earlier today. I was going to call you, but I decided I'd just talk to you later. I can't wait to see you. Hopefully we can be together again now that I'm back. You've had the summer to think about it. I hope you chose to be with me. Love you always.


"Ugh!" I groaned. Didn't I already tell Ben that I didn't want to be with him? Why couldn't he understand? I showed Ricky the message, and I pushed the reply button and texted:

OK I'll see you later.I put my phone down after I sent the message. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so that's all I said. I guess I would have to explain again to him later that I didn't want to be with him. I knew he would be upset, and we'd probably get in a fight about it, but he would just have to learn to get over it. I don't now or ever again want to be with Ben. But as much as I hated to admit it, I did still love Ben. I loved Ricky much more though, so I was just going to ignore that feeling I had. It would go away eventually, right?
I yawned, and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I quickly opened them and tightly squeezed them shut again for a second.
A few minutes later, it became almost impossible for me to stay awake. I gave up and decided to let myself fall asleep.
I had to face Ben sometime, so sooner would be better, that way I could get it over with quicker.

I woke up in the morning- the sun was shining brightly through the windows that were surrounding the entire living room.

I squinted and looked up. Ricky was laying beside me, still asleep. My heartbeat rapidly increased as I feared that we had slept too late. My mother told me to be home today, and we would have to leave this morning to be home by today.

I threw my legs over the couch and pulled myself up. "Ricky." I called to him, trying to wake him up.

I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and checked the time- it was nine o'clock. So if we left soon, we could be home around six or seven tonight.

I groaned to myself when I remembered how long I would have to ride in the car. Ten hours was an awful long time.

Ricky woke up and stood up from the couch. "What time is it?" He asked me abruptly.

"It's 9. We need to get ready to leave now."

"Okay." He replied. "You sure you want to leave now? We could leave later. Your mom probably wouldn't mind if we got back tonight. She said today, so as long as we're back today, then it's okay, right?"

I laughed. "Yeah, well she probably wouldn't like it if we got home too late. I wish we could stay longer. I wish we could stay here until school starts back, but unfortunately we can't."

"Okay, well get dressed. I'll put everything in the car, and we'll get ready to go."

I nodded and walked into the bedroom. I walked around to the left side of the bed and picked up my bag that was lying by the table which was beside the bed.

I put my bag on the bed and pulled out my jeans and a low-cut, light blue shirt. I quickly changed my clothes, and I picked up my bag. I walked out of the bed room and down the hallway, until I reached the front door. I opened the brown, wooden door and walked to the car with Ricky.

I opened the door of the passenger seat and put the bag down on the floorboard. I walked over beside Ricky, who was putting stuff in the trunk.

"Are we ready to go?" I asked, my voice filled with dismal and dread.

He nodded slowly and his eyes narrowed. He noticed how my voice sounded, and he smiled a small, calming smile. "I know you don't want to leave, but maybe going back home won't be so bad. Maybe seeing Ben won't be bad either, although seeing Adrian will be.. horrible." He laughed. "I'm sure they'll be jealous."

I frowned. "Well, that isn't the only reason I don't want to leave. I love it here, and I don't want to go back to reality. I just want to stay here with you forever. I'm happy about seeing John, but it's really hard and-"

"I know." He nodded, cutting me off. "But John shouldn't be away from us for too long. Don't worry. We'll be together every day, whether it's at school or your house or my apartment.. we'll be together."

I smiled. "That's all that matters."

He smiled, too, in agreement, and he walked around to the drivers side and I got inside the car at the passenger seat, and we drove off. I looked behind me at the cabin and smiled a sad smile, hating to leave it. Hopefully one day we could come here again.

I turned back around in the seat as we were too far down the road to see it. I stayed awake for a few minutes, but I became bored, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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When I woke up, it was dark outside. I looked at the clock radio- the time was eight thirty. We've been driving for eleven hours? I wondered why it was taking so long. We should be home soon. I turned my head and looked at Ricky- he had his hands on the steering wheel, but he was mostly looking at me.

I rubbed my eyes, just waking up, as I felt like I was half asleep.

"Are we almost home?" I asked, but I couldn't make my voice any louder than a low, faint whisper.

"Yes." He answered. "We'll be at your house in about five minutes."

"Oh." I replied. I looked out the window to see where exactly we were. I couldn't really see anything around me except trees. We were on a two-lane road that was going straight, so we were just a couple of miles from my house.

Finally, the road finally had two turns. We took the right, and the road went straight again. We were drawing closer towards my house as we continued down the road, and finally we reached my house.

Ricky pulled into the driveway at my house and stopped the car. We both got out, shutting the door behind us. We walked to the front door, and I put my hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath before I turned it and walked inside.

My mother, Dad, and Ashley were all wandering around in the kitchen. They all turned around when they heard the door open, and my dad said, "Welcome back, Ames!"

"Hi.. Dad." I said slowly. I walked into the kitchen with Ricky and stood over the kitchen counter. "What are you and Ashley doing over here so late?"

Ashley was standing around, directly straight ahead in front of me while my mom and dad were walking around, complaining to each other about the baby or something.

"To wait on you, of course!" My dad answered.

They went back to their conversation, and I tried to make sense of what they were talking about, and I heard Ashley say: "Mom, now that you know the baby is Dad's, we could move back in and be one, big happy family again." She said sarcastically, knowing Mom wasn't going to let them.

"Ashley, you can move back in anytime you want! But George and I are divorced now, so we'll have to see about it in the future. It's too soon to do anything about it now."

"It's too soon? You only have a couple of months until the baby will be born!" Ashley said in a low voice.

"It's still too soon, Ashley. We'll just have to see. But as of right now, I don't know. We'll just have to take it a day at a time."

Ashley rolled her eyes and folded her arms together indifferently and said: "Well, well. I'm tired. I guess I should be going. Bye Amy, bye Ricky."

She walked out the kitchen door, and Dad followed her after he waved. My mom stood beside the other counter across the kitchen in front of me.

"Amy, John is in your room. I just got him to sleep." She told me.

I nodded. "Okay. Well, I'll see you in the morning. I- I'm really tired." I said nervously, although I wasn't really tired. I didn't wait for her reply. I pulled Ricky by his hand down the hallway, and she didn't say anything about Ricky staying over, so I wasn't going to ask her if he could.

We walked into my room and shut the door. I went over to John's bassinet and looked at him- he was peacefully sleeping, just like my mom had said.

I smiled at him and sat down on the bed. Ricky sat down beside me after he walked off from John. "So, you're tired?" He asked.

My eyes narrowed for a second. "No?"

He smirked. "You said you were."

I laughed. I forgot I had said that. "Well, I'm not. I just said that. I... I guess I lied."

Ricky was about to say something, but my phone started vibrating. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I had a text message from Ben.

I pressed the button to read the message, and it said:

Amy, sorry I didn't reply to you earlier. I was busy with something. Where are you? Let's hang out later.

Ricky looked over at my phone as he watched me reply to him:

I'm in my room with Ricky! See you later!I laughed and sent the message, then I said to Ricky: "That's gonna make him mad."

"I bet it will." He smirked.

After a few minutes, I got another text message, and I didn't know why, but I started hyperventilating when I read it.