Disclaimer: The Secret Life of the American Teenager and all its characters are the sole creation of Brenda Hampton. I OWN NOTHING.

AN: And finally here is chapter 2 after a very long wait. Sorry about that. Thanks to all the readers who have patiently waited for this update.

And, like always, thanks to my awesome BFF and Beta, Jazzy…

Chapter 2: End of the Beginning

"Can you feel it?

Things are changing.

Can you see it?

Watch as the world's colliding…"

~End of the Beginning by 30 Seconds to Mars

Ricky sat on his cot, back leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed. It's been two months since he was convicted and sentenced to 2 years in this hellhole. It's been two months of living in this cage, eating bad food, not being able to go to school, and seeing his girlfriend and son.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Amy was true to her word and John visited him whenever possible - which was practically every day. What surprised him, though, was the fact that Amy always came with him rather than send John with his mother. In addition his parents, Leo, Bunny and some of his friends visited every once in a while. But none as much as Amy and John.

Like clockwork, Ricky jumps off his cot and walks out of his cell. Entering their common area, he heads for the phone. Nodding at the guard, Mike, he picks up the receiver and quickly dials a memorized number. It rings and rings but no one answers and it goes to the voicemail.

Hey, this is Adrian.

Can't come to the phone

right now. At the beep

you know what to do!

Ricky sighs and hangs up the phone, staring at it with disappointment.

"Who do you try to call every day?"

Ricky's head snaps toward Mike and his brow furrows in slight confusion. "Huh?"

Mike chuckles softly. "Every day at approximately the same time, you come in here and make a call. And every day, no one answers. Who do you call?"

"My girlfriend," Ricky says, shrugging his shoulders.

Mike tilts his head to the side. "The girl with the baby?"

Ricky's eyes widen slightly as he shakes his head. "No, no, no. That's just Amy. She's just my son's mother. That's it."

"Oh," Mike says slowly.

"So you're girlfriend…"

"Adrian," Ricky interjects.

"Uh, Adrian, she isn't taking your calls?"

"Or visiting," Ricky mutters as he walks away.

"Ricky! Hey! Ricky!" Ricky stops and looks up as his cellmate walks toward him. "Letter for you," Andrew says as he holds out said object.

Ricky takes the letter and quickly tears it open. "Figures," Ricky hisses, shaking his head.

"Everything ok?" Andrew asks.

"Yeah, great. My father's back in prison." Ricky chuckles. "Violated his parole not even a week after he was released from prison." Ricky shakes his head again as he makes his way back to his cell.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Amy squeaks, jumps off the chair and rushes over to the oven. Grabbing an oven mitt, she quickly removes the baking pan and places it on top of the stove.

"Hmmm…something smells good," George says as he walks into the room, holding John. He walks closer and reaches out for one of the cookies on the pan but Amy slaps his hand away. "Hey?"

"Not for you," she says as she grabs a spatula and moves the chocolate chip cookies to a container.

"For who then?" George asks as he places John into his high chair. Amy is about to respond when there's a knock at the back door. She smiles at Ben as he walks into the room.

"Hey," he says as he walks up to Amy and kisses her on the cheek. "Oooh, cookies." Amy slaps away his outreached hand.

"Not for you," George mocks. Amy rolls her eyes as she places the top onto the container and then puts the box into John's diaper bag. Slinging the bag's strap over her shoulder, she walks over to John and takes him out of the high chair.

"Well, I got to go," Amy says as she heads for the door.

"Where?" Ben frowns. "Visiting Ricky?" Amy nods as she looks back over her shoulder. "Again? You've been there every day this week. I thought we could spend the day together."

Amy shakes her head as she opens the door. "Sorry," she adds as she walks out of the house with Ben following her. She places John into his car seat and buckles him in. Once she's sure he's secure, Amy turns toward Ben. "I'll call you once I get back. Maybe we can hang out then." Amy jumps into the driver's seat and waves as she starts the car and drives away.

Ben sighs as he slowly walks over to his car. Adrian, who was watching the exchange from her house, meets him there. "So where'd your little girlfriend go without you?"

"To visit your boyfriend," Ben replies icily. Adrian frowns. "It's ridiculous how often she goes to see him," Ben continues. "I mean, how often do you visit him?"

Adrian's frown deepens before it's quickly replaces with a forced smile. "Hey, why don't you hang out with me today?" Ben looks skeptical. Adrian grabs his hand and starts pulling him toward her house. "Come on, I'll make it worthwhile."

Amy smiles at the guard as he returns the diaper bag he just searched. She walks into the visiting room and takes a seat and what has been dubbed their 'usual' table. She pulls out the box of cookies and places then on the table in from of her. Seconds later, the door opens and Ricky walks in. Amy stands and holds at John. Ricky happily takes him into his arms.

"Hey buddy," Ricky exclaims as he sits down with John on his lap. "How are you today?"

John smiles up at his father. "Coocoo! Coocoo! Coocoo!"

Ricky's laughs at his son's babbling as he gives Amy a questioning look. Amy giggles as she reaches out to pat John's head. "I think he means cookie since I brought you these." Amy slides the plastic container across the table.

Ricky smiles brightly. "Thanks." Amy nods and returns the smile as she watches Ricky pull out a cookie and share it with John.

A while later, Ricky, Amy and John are contently looking through a picture book. John points at the book and shouts "Dudu!"

Amy giggles. "Duck," she corrects.

Ricky looks over at Amy and frowns slightly. "Have you…" Amy looks up from the book. Ricky clears his throat. "Have you talked to Adrian recently?" he asks.

Amy slowly shakes her head, her brows furrowed in confusion. "She…" Amy stops, her eyes widening in realization. "She hasn't visited?" she questions cautiously. Ricky shakes his head. "Oh," Amy says feeling awkward. "Sorry."

Ricky forces a smile. "Not your fault. Maybe she's just busy."

"Yeah, sure," Amy half-heartedly agrees. Ricky shrugs his shoulder and they go back to playing with John.

AN: Well it isn't much but I hope you liked it. And the next chapter shouldn't take as long as this one to update lol Please Review…Thanks for reading.

-Nichelle