OMG!!! Hi! I'm so sorry I didn't update, Itold you i'd be in Hawaii, so I went for to weeks. Then I had to unpack everything. Plus, my mom suddenly realized how untidy the house is and made me go crazy!!! So, there's my explanation. Please read, and don't forget to review! I'm excited about this chapter. It's the one where Amy goes out with Ty. Have fun!!! -A


Two hours had passed since Amy had just begun to cream Soroya. Soroya held her hand up in a defeated manner. "Okay..." She was out of breath. "Scratch what I said earlier. Let me win next time." Soroya cut the game and nearly finished off the water.

Amy shook her head in amusement. "This was... interesting." Amy said.


Amy chuckled and they walked the full distance to the house. Amy and Soroya both took a shower and Soroya insisted that Amy use her new Philosophy coconut shampoo and conditioner. Amy came out of the shower and used the curling attachment on her blow-dryer to dry up her hair.

Soroya's hair dripped all over the tile floor when she came in from using the main upstairs shower. Her hair couldn't be blow-dried, because her dark locks frizzed in the heat.

Amy knew the routine after doing it yesterday. Amy's hair was slightly curled because of the drier, but Soroya opted for a change from yesterday. Soroya pulled back the upper crown and clipped it back with a few crisscrossed bobby pins. That style projected more of Amy's forehead and softened her jaw line.

Soroya went for the near-natural, fresh, no-makeup look. A soft complexion like Amy's and a little Cherry-Vanilla Beauty Rush lip gloss from VS to achieve shiny, clear lips made Amy look perfect, well at least for what Soroya was aiming for.

Soroya touched up Amy's nail polish. Other than the make up and the hair, Amy's look stayed exactly the same as yesterday. "Nearly 7:30!" Soroya mimicked, finishing up curling a few of Amy's ends with a ringlet curler. Amy laughed. Alice in Wonderland was one of their favorite movies growing up.

"What are you planning on doing while I'm gone?" Amy asked Soroya.

"Oh, I was going to ask Alex if he wanted to go down to town to grab some ice-cream. Also, I was going to go down the street and talk to Bryan from my Grammar Studies class. He's really cute. So, I might not be here when you get back, but I'll try to be here to hear the full scoop!" Soroya exclaimed.

"Okay. Cool, well, I'm going to get into position." Amy teased.

"Hold on. Something's missing..." Soroya trailed off. She scurried through Amy's jewelry box and pulled out a Tiffany's simple heart clasp necklace. It had been Marion's gift to Amy for her sixteenth. It used to belong to Amy's grandmother.

Amy absentmindedly fingered it around her neck and bent down to push her feet into her pumps. Soroya shooed her over to the left side of the double staircase (Soroya insisted the right was for Chris).

The doorbell rang and Amy signaled for Lucy to open the door. Unlike Chris, Ty looked directly up at her once the door was opened. I can't keep comparing him to Chris. Amy reprimanded herself.

"Hey there." Ty said. Amy simply smiled. Ty was wearing casual black jeans and an emerald green button down which made his eyes shine even brighter green. "You look great." He concluded.

"You don't look half bad yourself." She replied as she gracefully stepped down the stairs. She met him at the door.

"You might want a jacket." He pointed out.

"Okay..." She looked questionably at him but obliged, pulling out her Burberry double-breasted wrap trench from the closet.

"Come on." He grasped her hand and led her over to his car, the same blue Escalade EXT from the day she had met him at SPA. He opened the door for her and walked around the front of the car to get in himself.

"So, where, exactly, are we going?" Amy asked, already knowing the answer.

"You'll see." He smiled mischievously. That was exactly the answer Amy was expecting.

He flipped on the radio. "So, what's been going on?" Ty asked subtly.

"Noth..." Amy gasped. She just remembered the thing abut Dylan. She hadn't talked to Ty yet. She hit her head against the glass window.

"Whoa, whoa. Stop, Amy. You're going hurt yourself." Ty said.

Amy couldn't help but smile. He was so cute. She leaned back in the beige leather seats. "Okay, what's wrong with Dylan?" Amy forthrightly asked.

"Um, you don't know...?" Ty asked.

"Well, obviously I know, but I want to hear it from you." Amy said.

"My stupid father's fault. I can never forgive him." Ty said.

"Why? I mean, I know how he was drunk and everything, and whatever, but why can't you forgive him? We'll cure Dylan. Don't worry." Amy asked.

"Dylan was like my last escape from everything. Showing and Dylan were the only things that mattered at the time. Dylan was given to me by my grandparents. He had been finely bred and right before my grandfather passed away, he told me to always keep Dylan at heart to remember him. I loved that old man." Ty shook his head.

"Oh. I'm so sad for you. I bet he knew what you needed." Amy said.

"Yeah, but, can't spend too much time drawling on the past. Look forth to the future and don't look back for your answers, look forward." Ty said. "But, anyway, enough about me, tell me about you and Heartland. Any new boarders?"

"Well, there's a new dressage duo. Danielle Blake and Formal Obsession." Amy said.

Ty look suffocated. "Oh... really?" He was trying to disguise some emotion in his voice. Amy shrugged it off.

Ty turned up the radio. The song by Alana Grace, "Black Roses Red" was on. Somewhere else in the car, "My Love" By JT ft T.I. played. Ty pulled his RAZR out of his pocket and flipped it open.

"Hello?" He said. "Not now." Pause. "Later, I know." Another pause. "Okay. I will. Bye, yeah."

Ty swerved into a branching road. Amy finally noticed their surroundings. They were at Meredith Docks – a boating place in a lake. "Hmm?" Amy turned to Ty.

"You'll see." Ty slyly smiled.

They pulled into a spot by a bar. As soon as Ty got out, a call was heard. "Hey, Ty. Bad boy!"

Amy was outgoing, and so no unfamiliar faces faltered her. So, when Ty gave her a look to grand him permission to go see his friends, Amy nodded and smiled. She followed him into the crowded bar. A lot of high schoolers were formed in a group and opened up when Ty arrived.

"Hey, man!" A guy came up to them. He was about 6 foot with spiky blond hair and a killer smile. He was wearing a billabong tank and red board shorts with hibiscus flowers adorning its exterior. He noticed Amy. "Hey." He said a little cautiously.

"Hi. I'm Amy." She said.

"Josh Fender. Cool to meet you." He stuck out his hand.

"You too." She smiled, but not a flirty smile a real smile.

He redirected his attention to Ty. "Can I get you or your lady a beer or something?" He asked.

"No, man. We're going now. Just wanted to say hi to you guys." Ty said.

"Oh, come on, dude. You've been so responsible lately! Loosen up! High school is almost over. You can't be sober the entire last year of high school! What about your girl?" He turned to Amy and gestured if she wanted a drink.

"No, thanks." Amy picked carefully through her facial expressions. She didn't drink. Well, okay, that was a lie, but only at clubs and special events. This Josh guy was putting some serious peer pressure on Ty, but Amy admired the way Ty refused graciously.

"Hey, hottie!" A girl's voice projected through the bar.

"Hey, V." Ty called. He stepped forward and hugged a girl. She was a little shorter than Amy and wore an orange, flowery sun dress. Her skin was orangey-red. Ooh, attack of the sunless tanner. Amy thought, and smiled to herself at the idea.

Meanwhile Ty was still talking to "V," her name was. Amy stepped forward.

"Hi, I'm Amy." Amy smiled. She loved Ty's friends and the atmosphere of the bar, but, for her, going unnoticed was not her favorite thing.

The girl gave her a nasty look that clearly said, "Who are you and why are you interrupting, you little low-life?"

Amy just smiled sweeter in return, meanwhile combusting under the surface.

"Amy, this is V. Well, short for Vanessa. V, this is my date tonight, Amy." Ty introduced them.

V gaped at Ty. Omigosh! She likes him! But she doesn't have a chance with him while I'm here. She was obviously flirting with him when I came into the conversation. Amy's mean thoughts surprised even her at the level of meanness.

"So, V, do you go to Scottsdale, too? I'll be going there next semester." Score one for Amy! She couldn't help but add that fact.

V now was gaping at Ty and shooting sharp vicious looks at Amy. "Hmm, it's, um, great to meet you, Ally." There was enough spite in the word 'great' to supply the entire world.

"Amy. My name is Amy." Amy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." V replied.

"Okay..." Ty was feeling uncomfortable at the tension. "It was great talking to you, V. But, Amy, I want you to meet some more of my friends." V was dismissed. Ty led Amy around a group of kids and Amy turned her head over her shoulder. V shot her the bitterest of sickly sweet smiles.

Ty stopped in front of a gang of three people: two girls and a guy. Josh joined the gang. "Amy, this is Terri, Robin, and Jay. Guys, this is Amy."

"Hey. I'm Amy." Amy was so good at this introducing herself and not being baffled by the cattiness.

"Hi, Amy." The two girls, Terri and Robin chorused.

"What's up?" Jay asked.

"Oh, nothing. You?" Amy asked.

"We're fine. But, tell us more about you. Where do you go to school?" Robin asked, she looked like the most outgoing of the group.

"She's going to SPA at the next turn." Josh answered for her.

"Really!?" A gasp of surprise came from the girls.

"You'll definitely be in the scene with us, then. Only the cool people are there." Robin said.

"The scene?" Amy asked.

"It's the cool hang out group. We all," Jay indicated around the room, "are part of the group. But Robin, here, barely made it in considering how verbal she is." He glared at Robin. Amy laughed.

"Well, I'm honored to be in the scene." Amy said.

"It took us all of sophomore year of groveling to get in." Terri piped up.

"Well, I allowed you in, so quit complaining." Ty chirped in.

"You?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, Mr. I'm-so-cool-that-I-make-Brad-Pitt-jealous, over here," Josh pointed at Ty, "he makes the rules and the list."

"The list?" Amy asked. Boy was she getting tired of asking these one-line trivial questions.

"It's the list of cool, drool, and completely lame, plus about fifteen other categories." Terri said, rolling her eyes. "They are all a piece of work. It gets completely weird at our school." Terri warned.

"Hey, Ty, what section of the list would Amy be in?" Jay asked.

"Hmm... maybe the emos..." Ty teased. Amy opened her mouth to protest. Ty chuckled. "Nope, maybe not. Probably our kind." He confirmed. She smacked him playfully.

Robin's hand shot directly into the air. A waitress bustled over. "One Cosmo for my friend, Amy, here. Also, a Sam Adams for Mr. Baldwin." The waitress nodded and returned to where she came from.

"Rob! I said I didn't want a drink! Amy and I should get going now, anyway." Ty sighed.

"Oh, come on! One drink won't do you any bad! Please!" Robin begged.

Ty gave Amy the permission granting look again. She shrugged and smiled. "Great!" Robin exclaimed. "Sit down!" Robin gestured to an empty seat next to her. Ty remained standing.

"So, tell me more." Robin said.

"Okay. I love tennis, shopping, music, my cell phone, my cars, and everything else. I live in Heartland, a rehabilitation center for horses. I'm in love with Juicy Couture. My best friend's name is Soroya. I have a friend name Bridget, but I call her Bee. She has a boyfriend named Eric. I have a thirteen year old brother named Alex who is obsessed with his Xbox 360. And I have a sister named Lou. What else do you want to know?" Amy asked, out of breath.

Robin giggled. "You are too cute! That's perfect info for the scene. Now, tell me something completely random and trivial about you." Robin requested.

"Why?" Ty asked. It was a genuine question.

"Why not?" Robin replied, not missing a beat and focusing on Amy.

"Okay." Amy scrambled her mind for a fact. "I've always wanted a dog, because whenever I come home, my house is too hugely empty for anyone to hear me and greet me, so I want a dog to come yapping at my heels and lick my face. Good enough?" Amy asked.

A few chuckles were heard from the group. "That's hilarious." Terri said. Robin readjusted the strap on her one-sleeved red sheath shirt. Jay, Ty, and Josh were engaged in their own conversation.

"Okay. Now for the digging in the info." Terri leaned forward, and Robin did the same. "Is this Eric, Brigitte's boyfriend...?"

"Bridget." Amy added.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. So, is Bridget's, or Bee's, boyfriend, Eric?" Terri began.

"Yeah?" Amy asked, willing to go along with their counterfactuals.

"Have you ever had a crush on him behind Bee's back?" Terri pestered.

Amy's mouth upturned into a smile. The waitress came in with the drinks and Amy left hers on the table, untouched. "I thought he was totally gorgeous when I first met him, but he was too boring for me. I introduced Bee and Eric. No fun, I know!" Amy said, noticing Robin's aghast look.

"Well, I always say, Life's better plain good looking and exciting, than gorgeous and boring." Robin said.

"No you don't." Terri cut in.

"Well, I'm going to start now." Robin scoffed.

The three girls burst into laughter. "Come on, Amy. Try your Cosmo. They make the best ones here. And, don't worry, there's half the amount of alcohol than in normal Cosmopolitans." Robin assured.

Happy with this tidbit of information, Amy tenderly picked up the glass and touched her lips to the edge of the glass cup. It was extremely sweet and the alcohol could barely be tasted. As soon as the liquid hit her throat, it warmed her stomach and Amy felt good. She knew she couldn't get too sucked in, but a few sips now and them wouldn't hurt.

"Good?" Terri asked.

"Delish!" Amy exclaimed.

"Perfect! So, Amy, tell me about you and Ty. How long? Has he kissed you yet? He usually kisses all girls on his second or third meeting." Terri asked.

"Huh?" Amy asked. Of course it was obvious that every girl on the planet would date Ty if they had a chance, but it didn't occur to her that he was a player!

"Come on, Amy. He's Ty Baldwin. Half the girls in this room are vying to be you right now. Look at him. Everyone wants a piece of Tyler Baldwin..." Robin said.

At that moment, when the girls were studying his profile, Ty turned and indicated to his watch. "Amy, let's go. We can't be late." He mouthed.

He came over and offered him his hand. Amy tentatively reached out for it and grasped his hand. "Uh, okay. It was so great meeting you guys, and we'll talk soon." Amy said.

"Yeah, Ty has our numbers he'll give them to you. And he'll do the same to us. We have to go shopping some time, Amy. I love that dress. Is it Juicy?" Robin asked.

"Yep." Amy's eyes were wandering. What Robin had said earlier hit Amy like a car crash. She caught the look in Robin's eyes that was meant to be warning and friendly, in only the way that friends can pull off without making it completely obnoxious, that said, "Remember what we talked about."

Amy hugged Terri and Robin, and couldn't help hugging Josh. She said bye to all the new friends she had made. Ty led Amy outside and put his arm over her shoulder. He smiled at her and she smiled back, the feeling of jealousy being barred off in her mind.

"Come on." Ty said. The sky was just darkening. He led her onto the docks and she followed him.

"Um, Ty. Are we, um, going swimming?" Amy wondered.

"Not exactly." Ty said.

He helped her step over a gap in the planks and halted abruptly. Amy, who was watching her footwork, ran straight into his back. She looked to what they were standing in front of. A rowboat.

"Um, I'm still guessing swimming." Amy teased.

"Come on, smarty." He pushed out a ladder that hooked onto the boat and stepped into the boat first. He held his hand out to her and she took it firmly. She didn't want to make a fool of herself by falling into the water.

He sat her on one of the plank benches. He sat on the other side, and grabbed a hold of the paddles. The smooth motion of the boat calmed Amy's senses. She shot him a questioning glance. He merely continued rowing and Amy pulled her coat around her shoulders tighter.

They had been going at the glances and rowing for nearly five minutes when, out of the corner of her eye, Amy spotted something twinkling. She adjusted her eyes to the darkness and craned her neck to get a better view. It was... a city? Amy wondered.

Amy hadn't ever been exactly a pro a puzzles: mental or jigsaw. Her mind couldn't piece together the clues. Ty wasn't perfectly aiming the boat at the city, so maybe they were just going to keep rowing forever... but that would be no fun.

"Want to take another guess?" Ty questioned.

Well, a date had to include dinner, so... that was it! He was taking her out to a restaurant in the island 'city.' "First, you have to tall me if that is Betel, the land mass that is connected to the dock on the other side of the bay." Amy said.

"And what if I said yes?" Ty was smirking.

"Then, I'd say, you were taking me to... the new restaurant there, Amour sur la Buie?" Amy guessed.

"And what if I said yes to that?" Ty raised his eyebrows.

"Then, I would say that I'm in the mood for a... salmon salad." The truth was, Amy wasn't in the mood for a salmon salad, but it should be a tradition, right? Plus, Amour sur la Buie was getting well known for its seafood, and salad, so it's two in one.

"I'd say you're in luck, then." Ty smiled. By now, the little boat had reached close to the dock. Ty fished out a rope from under his seat and waved it expertly in the air and threw it right over the column. It hooked on, and Ty pulled them in close. He tied it and hopped out first. He held his hand out to Amy. Ty helped her get out of the vessel.

They walked along the dock in silence for a few moments, until Ty said, "At first glance, what would you think of me?" This question surprised Amy. "Honestly, of course." Ty added.

"Well... wait, if I didn't know who you were, what your family did, where you lived, and what you were like?" Amy asked.

"Yeah."

"Well," Amy studied his profile. Ty laughed. "I'm being serious here, don't laugh." Amy said. She cocked her head to the side and studied him thoroughly. "Okay. I'm ready." Amy paused.

"And..." Ty questioned.

"Hold on, I'm thinking." Amy said. Ty sighed. "Okay. Well, I would say that you're good with the ladies, and have a great sense of humor that could sometimes get you in trouble. Some things have happened that weren't to your liking." Amy paused to look into his eyes seriously for a moment. "And that every decision you make determines the rest of your life."

Ty tilted his head back and sighed. There was a long and comfortable pause. "You couldn't be more right." He squeezed her hand and smiled.

At this time, the dock had ended, and they had reached the outskirts of the little town. Ty led her to the outside of the restaurant. The hostess greeted them. She had a French accent. "Reservations for... Baldwin, Bradley?" She asked.

"Yes, thank you." Ty replied. Amy shot across a questioning look about the Bradley Baldwin name, but, either Ty didn't see her, or he ignored it. She led them over to a nice table in the peak of the room. Ty pulled out the chair for Amy. "Your seat, Madame." He said in a lame version of a faulty French accent.

"Why, thank you." She replied. As soon as she picked up the menu, she put it down. A salmon salad was her choice. She somehow owed it to Chris.

The waitress came, a stout, pale girl in her mid-twenties. "I'll have a steak, and the lady here will have a..."

"Tossed Salmon Salad." Amy answered.

She scribbled something on her pad. Amy took a sip of her Perrier water. Ty watched her intently. "What?" Amy asked, dabbing the side of her mouth with her napkin.

"You're so perfect in this environment." Ty replied simply.

"Am I not supposed to be?" Amy asked.

"Well, I don't know." Ty said.

"If I'm relaxed, than what does that make you?" Amy said to Ty who was leaning back comfortably in the high-backed chair.

"I've never liked to be in the public eye." Ty said.

"Oh, really?" Amy raised her eyebrows skeptically.

"Okay. Picture this on the cover of People Magazine, or, Us Weekly: BALDWIN HEIR, TYLER BALDWIN, PARTIES AT THE HOT CLUB, FIXATION, and UNESCORTED BY BODY GUARDS." Ty held up his hands dramatically.

"So? The last time I was on a cover, it said, AMY FLEMING, SOCIALITE OF HEARTLAND STABLES, THROWS UP FROM MASSIVE ALCOHOL INTAKE." Amy paused. "I went to the snack table at a hot party, had some guacamole dip, got some on the edge of my mouth, and tabloids consider guacamole throw up, and I'm splattered on magazine covers. I was in major trouble for that. You've got it easy." Amy scoffed.

"See? You handle these things so well. I had to actually practice for when I go to clubs. Practice! To train myself to never naturally pose in a way that they would think I'm drunk or high. I can't do those party things alone." Ty shook his hair into his eyes.

"Well," Amy was taking a risk with this, "maybe you don't have to do it alone." Ty looked up from staring at his steak and smiled. He reached across the table for her hand.

"Maybe I won't." He said.

"Good," was all that came out of Amy's mouth.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. By the time Amy and Ty had both finished, it was around nine-forty-five. He motioned for the waiter, and paid the check. Before Amy even got the chance to stand up, Ty was over in a second to pull out her chair for her. She hooked her arm through his.

"Let's just... explore the city for a minute." Amy declared.

Ty nodded. She put her head against his shoulder. They were in the town square, where a statue of Gerry Betel stood in the smack-dab middle. Soothing jazz saxophone music drifted over to them.

Ty stood up from the bench they were seated on, and offered her his hand. "Would you like to dance?" He bowed.

"I very much would like to dance." Amy replied.

She nestled her head against his chest. They danced in the calming atmosphere for a few moments. Amy was blinded by a flash directly in front of her eyes. There was no mistaking it – that was the flash of a camera. She fell against Ty's chest and he turned around. Amy steadied herself.

She saw the outline of a man in a khaki fishing vest and a backwards green cap on top of his messy brown hair slightly hidden by the statue he was hiding behind. In his hands, Amy saw the latest Nike quick-shot camera. It was the camera of the paparazzi.

"Hey!" Ty called. He stepped calmly forward. "I'm going to need that camera back." He said.

"No way, man. Do you know how much a shot of a Fleming and a Baldwin together would go for in the press?" He paused, his eyes wide. "More than I make in a year!"

Ty, normally always prepared with a comeback, stepped back. Amy thought now was her unwritten cue. "Um, sorry. I'm Amy Fleming, and I need that camera. Please?" She added for emphasis.

"Not going to happen." He articulated his words to get his point across.

"Wow! Look! There's Rachel Bilson making out with Brad Pitt! Not her boyfriend, Ryan Gosling!" At the moment the photographer turned, Amy grabbed the camera. It stayed firmly in his grasp.

"Nice try, doll face. I've had that happen millions of time before. I always grip my camera tighter before I turn to look." He said. To Amy, that was also stupid. He still believed her, just didn't let go of his camera? What was his definition of smart, exactly?

Amy was out of ideas and defeated. "Well, hate to run, but..." The photographer shot around the corner in a flash. Amy stood there, amazed.

Ty nudged her. "Run for him!" They followed him around the corner to the dock. He was taking off across the dark blue water in a motor boat. There was no chance that they could catch him, so they stayed where they were.

"You know what I said about photographers..." Amy panted, doubled over and out of breath from running in her heels.

"Yeah?" Ty asked.

"I hate them with a vengeance." Amy said.

Ty smiled. "Amy, we are who we are. And when you're us, revenge comes on a silver platter."

"That's good to hear." Amy replied.

"Come on." Ty helped her up from sitting on the ground and they walked back to the docks. "Hey, they at least better have a good picture."

"Is that really what's running through your mind right now?" Amy asked.

"Why? Do you not like us as an us?" Ty asked, raising an eyebrow.

Amy was quickly thinking up a reply, but then she caught the teasing twinkle in Ty's eyes. "Of course not. But, won't they talk?" Amy asked.

"Well, yeah. It's not their business. But, looking at you, I see that you just force your shoulders back and chin up and face it as they give it." He said.

"Ty, we are fifteen miles from a major city. Gossip and drama here travels like wildfire. Everyone knows your business, and I have a major problem with that. It's like they don't mind if you know about them, but they love to hear about you." Amy said.

"Um... I have no comment." Ty said.

Amy laughed. By now they were standing in front of his boat and Ty helped her in. He rowed the boat into the darkness. The indigo blue water swallowed up her self confidence and ate her whole. Her thoughts drifted miles away.

A sharp stop of the boat hitting something brought Amy back to her senses. They were tied up at the dock and Ty was just completing his knot. He stepped out and offered her his hand. They treaded through the sand up past the bar where Ty's friends were now long-gone.

They got to the car and Ty opened up the door for her. A true gentleman. Amy thought. She smiled at him and he changed gear quietly in the darkness.

On the ride home, they talked about normal things; home, friends, family. Sooner than Amy would have guessed, they were pulling into the driveway of Heartland.

He stopped the car and looked over at her. Amy blushed. He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you for tonight." He said.

"No, I should be thanking you." She said.

"Well, besides the reporter, I had a great night." He said.

He came around and helped her out of the car. She took a risk and kissed him gently on the cheek. "Good night." She whispered. She ran up to the house, leaving him at the car, smiling.


I suck at endings, don't I!?!? Well, again, sorry I couldn't update until this late (see explanation above.)! Thanks for reviewing. Oh, and don't forget, I need ideas for a story (idealized by you, written by me!). Thanks for reading! Please review! -A