A/N– Ok I don't know about any of you, but when I read a good book, I cant put it down. So I've been reading this book called Twilight. Its awesome. So I planned on coming home and finishing it, when I realized I finished it last night. That's how tired I am. I haven't slept all week. But sense im odd, I tend to be incapable of sleeping during the day, unless im deathly tired. So there for I have nothing to do. So im writing this chapter. Im only writing until I can think of something better to do, so im sorry that this chapter is sooooo short. But I needed something to keep my eyes from fogging up. Enjoy this tiny chapter, b/c there wont be another for at least a drawl.
Chapter 2 ½ (im not joking, this isn't chapter 3, too short)
Amy sat in History, barely hearing the lecture in which they would be tested on the next day. A definite F in the grade book. Damn, she thought, I need to concentrate. She tried to zone in on the speech, but the teacher, Mr. Harrison, had such a boring voice. Have you ever seen movies in which the character is daydreaming, and in the background you hear the teacher rambling on, but all you can seem to decipher is 'Blah, Blah, Blah, World War 2, Blah, Blah, Deathly weapons, Blah, Blah, Blah-did-de-dah, Miss. Flemings!'. Amy jolted out of her reverie to stare at Mr. Harrison.
"Uh...yes?" she stuttered.
He glared down at her, and she distantly heard chuckles from around the room, not to mention the eyes of everyone there, "I asked what year World War 2 ended, and what effects it had. But apparently you find this review not worth listening to. This will be on many tests. No matter how many times you've learned about it, it is worth reviewing. But you don't think so," his nostrils flared, and Amy found herself drifting again, even getting in trouble was plain boring to her when issued by his voice, when she should be mad, sad, depressed, scared, annoyed, anything! "There for I must ask you to leave." Amy stared, dumbfounded, up at him. She glanced at the clock, 3 minutes left till school let out.
"Mr. Harrison, with all due respect, why? I mean there are 3 minutes left in class, I drifted for only a moment, im very sorry!"
"Amy, im sorry I have to give you this detention. I've been watching you all period, you haven't heard a word I've said. Im sorry, you have detention, I will escort you when the bell rings." and without waiting for a response he walked away. Only a minute later the bell rang, and Amy moped over to Mr. Harrison's desk. So much for meeting Ty outside.
She followed Mr. Harrison down the hall and into the detention room. Amy who had never been there before looked around silently. At the front of the room was a long blackboard with a desk situated in front of it. Scrawled across the blackboard were the words: 'THIS IS DETENTION! This means that all students who have been given a detention are to find a seat and sit quietly for their allotted time. They will be able to leave only when the amount of time is up', listed on the side of the chalkboard were things they could not do, 'Sleep, Talk, Eat, Drink, Play any sort of electronic games, Use cell phones, or leave their seat for any reason not given permission for'. Well then, they take detention seriously, thought AmyShe walked over to the teacher, which she did not know, and handed him her referral. She then found a seat in the back of the classroom, with a clear view of the clock, and sat down.
3:20 came so slowly it seemed as if a day had passed. Amy had sat silently, staring up at the clock, almost breaking out and whistling the jeopardy tune.Finally the clock struck 20 after and Amy almost jumped out of her seat. She went to the teacher, asked whether she could leave, and was out by the time he had nodded.
She walked out to her car and unlocked it tiredly. She had to get home and work Glory before she did anything else. And not only running the farm, she also had to do homework. She desperately hoped Ty was waiting for her. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.
15 minutes later she drove up the long driveway and stopped in front of the front barn. She saw Ty in the distance working with the pony, Calico, and smiled. She jumped out of her car, ran inside, changed, and ran back outside. She ran to the gate and watching Ty. He noticed her and frowned, then broke out in a smile.
"Hey, where were you today?" he called, leading Calico to the gate, apparently done working with her.
"Detention." she moaned. His eyes grew wide,
"Detention! Sense when do you get detention?"
"Never is when. But I kind of zoned out in class, and Mr. Harrison noticed." she grimaced.
"Mr. Harrison? Yeah I understand why, his voice is as boring as watching grass grow." he smirked.
"That's not the only reason I zoned out, although it did help." she starting walking away.
"Hey, wait up. What was the other reason?" he said, gently pulling Calico along, to catch up with Amy.
"You. I was thinking about us, and well, you know the rest." she blushed. He smiled.
"You were thinking about me?"his eyes gleamed mischievously.
"Lest your head get to big, I was also thinking about what's going on with your dad, and how Heartland will fare."
"Well that does concern me, which means that whether you were thinking about that, or us, you were thinking about me the whole time." he chuckled in knowing he won.
"Whatever," she snapped.
"Hey, im sorry, I didn't mean to get you annoyed. It please me to know you were thinking about me. To even the score, I happened to have zoned out a few times myself. But my mind stayed focused on you, not my problem." she practically melted.
"How can you always do that?" she moaned, walking towards him.
"Do what exactly?", he was putting Calico in her stall, summoning Ben to ask if he'd groom her, then he turned back towards Amy, who was waiting in the yard.
"Make me feel better. No matter how sad, mad, depressed, or bitchy I am, you stay calm, and make me feel so much better. Noone else can do that." and although she thought it impossible for his eyes to be anymore warm then their usual warmness, they grew gentler, and once again Amy's knees grew weak.
"It's a gift, I know you too well," he said softly. He was walking towards her, and Amy felt her heart skip a few beats, "I look at you and can tell when your 'sad, mad, depressed, or bitchy' as you put it, and I don't know, I get a natural instinct telling me I need to make you feel better. I feel better when you feel better," he took one last step and closed the distance between them and kissed her. After a few minutes he pulled back,
"You must feel absolutely amazing right about now then," she whispered, still winded from the intensity of the kiss.
He smiled, "Amazing doesn't give it justice. Magical is more like it. I can't even fathom the fact that your mine. My girlfriend." she looked up quickly at him,
"Girlfriend?" she whispered frantically, his face fell,
"Oh...well I thought...well I thought that we were, you know..." he stopped nervously, and sounding heartbroken.
"No, no. Of course we are, 'you know'..." she smiled, imitating him, "I was just stunned when you used the words. It should sound so...wrong, considering the fact that were best friends. But it doesn't, it sounds natural and right. I was just surprised is all..." she faltered for a mere second, "boyfriend." she finished with a shy smile.
He rested his forehead against hers, smiling, and couldn't help but mutter it again, "Boyfriend." he grinned wider, "I like the sound of that."
"Me too." she smiled back. Someone then cleared their throat from behind them, and they spun around to face Grandpa, Lou, Scott, and Ben, all staring at them. Bens hand was dropping, apparently he was the one who had coughed.
"Uh...hi..." Amy stuttered pathetically.
"Did we interrupt something?" Lou smirked.
"Don't let us intrude." Scott played along, a smile lifting his lips.
"Oh no, we wouldn't want to do that." Ben joined in.
Grandpa just smiled. But before Amy or Ty could explain, Lou started in again,
"I mean, kissing, and holding each other is perfectly.."
Scott cut in, "normal for friends. I mean two best friends will naturally.."
Ben broke him off, "want to kiss once in a while. I mean Amy and I are well on our way." he grinned widely when Ty glared at him, opening his mouth, but they still weren't done.
"But no, please don't give us an explanation. We honestly don't need one..."Lou stopped to be once again broken off by her husband,
"We'll leave you to your random kisses and such. Don't mind us, we wont disrupt you anymore..." and Ben had to get in his own last word,
"Have fun kiddies, and Ty, don't forget to tell the doctor if her tonsils need removing, she did have that cough last week." and with that they all broke out in laughter, including Grandpa.
Amy was blushing profusely, but Ty didn't look any worse for wear.
"Well if you must know, its knew for us too. I only happened this week. And wasn't official till today." Ty explained, glancing down at her.
"Official?" Grandpa smiled.
"Were dating." Amy said.
"Ah, dating. Well congratulations." and Grandpa gave her and Ty a hug, followed closely by Lou, Scott, and Ben.
"Im still expecting our random friend kisses," Ben laughed into her ear, and Ty heard and punched him in a mocking 'protective boyfriend' role. They all laughed.
"Well then, ill think ill be off." Scott said, dragging along the still smiling, pregnant, Lou.
"Me too, see you lovebirds." Ben smiled.
"Bye" her grandpa said, waving them all off, then returning to the farmhouse.
"Well, that didn't go how I pictured it in my mind," Ty took her hand.
"Yeah well, expect the unexpected." Amy squeezed his hand, still blushing madly.
They walked up to the tack room to make the feeds, suddenly bursting into laughter over the whole scenario. Their laughter fell it tune with the wind and hummingbird songs.
A/N– There's your half chapter. I know, short. But I was bored. So here's a little fluffy chapter. It follows the plot, and was perfect timing for introducing their new found relationship to Amy's family. So why not? The comedy also wakened me a little. Im not sure if im good at it, but what the heck. No more updates till next week sometime. Sorry:(. Connecticut, here I come.