Authors Note—
So I decided to finally finish this story since there are only (I think) two chapters left (or one after this one). I'll let you know at the end of this chapter. And yes this chapter will include the wedding (I think). So basically you just have to read the chapter to find out what happens… since I clearly have no idea… :)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Heartland… that belongs to Lauren Brooke. I do, however, own this story.
The Peak
Chapter 19— The Time Of Your Life
Friday, April fourteenth, 2006
There were so many things that Amy wanted to say to her father as she stared at his back as they looked over SASSI one last time before Lou and Scott's big day. So many things yet she knew she'd never say any of them. Despite her recent rebellious streak she was still a good girl at heart. She'd never be like Ty.
The heat was nearing the intensity of the midday sun and Amy was beginning to wish that she hadn't worn jeans. She'd gotten the top right: a black, lacey tank top (she thought it fit her mood) but the jeans were a mistake.
The sky was clear and blue and without a single little cloud for as far as she could see. The sun shone bright in the sky and she couldn't look at it without getting little blurry spots in front of her eyes. The weather would be good for Lou's wedding tomorrow.
They soon left SASSI and after a quick lunch Lou and Helena took a group to the Herd Museum while Tim took Amy, Jack, Soraya, Matt, Joni, and Tom back to the Scottsdale Princess.
Soraya, Matt, Joni and Tom quickly fled to the pools and Jack said he was going back to his room to rest—he wasn't terribly fond of the heat. Amy trudged back up to her room and quickly shook off her jeans and put on a pair of pajama pants.
She settled on the couch and prepared to turn on the TV to wallow in her own misery and poor fortune when the door opened. She looked up and promptly shut off the TV when she saw her father walking into the room. She settled for hugging a pillow to her chest, resting her chin on her knees and staring out of the window.
Tim sat on a chair across from his daughter and regarded her thoughtfully for a second. "I think we need to talk, Amy," he said eventually.
Amy sighed. "I know," she admitted. "I'm sorry, dad," she went on without taking her eyes away from the window. "I don't know what got into me but I shouldn't have acted like I did. I'm sorry."
Tim leaned back in his chair. "I don't know what got into you either, Amy. You've always been so good and inline with what you were supposed to do and—"
"Maybe I don't want to be the kind of person that always does what they're supposed to every minute of the day. I've learned that it is much more fun to act more spontaneous."
"That is exactly why I did not want that boys influence on you. All he's done is—"
"His name is Ty, dad," Amy interrupted once again. "And I really wish you would stop saying that he's this bad influence because he really isn't," she knew it was vague but what was she supposed to tell her father?
"He drinks, he parties, he gambles, he races cars, he's comes home at noon after being out all night. Amy," Tim laughed dryly, "that is exactly what I would call a bad influence."
"He's not a bad guy, dad," Amy finally looked at her father. "Sure, maybe he's a little wild but he's not how you think he is. He likes to have a good time."
"His way of finding a good time is not something that I want impressed upon my daughter."
"I can make my own decisions for myself, dad."
"I know you can," Tim said simply. "Your mind just seems to be rather fogged when that boy—excuse me, Ty—is around you."
Amy blushed and picked at the pillow she still held to her chest. "Ty was my best friend for a long time… in a different way then Soraya ever was. I mean, we worked together and all and I could talk to him about the horses but he seemed to really understand me. He was there for me in some hard times. We always had fun together. I didn't think I'd ever see him again after the accident—I thought he was dead. I did wish that someday I would find him though. I've finally found him and, yeah, sure, maybe he's changed a little…" she caught the look Tim was giving her and amended her statement with an eye roll added for good measure, "… or a lot but he's still Ty and you can't expect me to just give him up after everything."
"You're not fourteen anymore, Amy, you're almost seventeen and you're a very pretty girl. I've gathered what part of Ty's reputation is and I just don't want you in any danger," Tim said seriously.
Amy smiled. "Ty would never hurt me, dad," she assured him confidently.
"How do you know that, kiddo? Sometimes it's the nicest guys who end up…"
"He's already proved that he'll protect me if I'm in danger," Amy said without thinking.
Tim furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
Amy paused for a brief moment. "I can't tell you. If I do then you'll tell someone like Ty's parents and someway or another, the police will get involved and then Ty will hate me."
Tim shook his head and sighed in fatigue. "Tell me what you are talking about, Amy. If you were in danger in anyway then I think I deserve to know!"
"I wasn't in any danger, dad. Ty protected me," she said simply yet firmly.
"You should not have been put in any situation that was dangerous for you in the first place!" Tim's temper rose.
"I wasn't put into any situation, dad," Amy tried to keep he temper as she looked out of the window. "I went with Ty on my own will… in fact, I made him take me! So any danger I was in was entirely my fault so don't blame him for it!"
Tim sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes wearily with his hands. "Lou had to pick Arizona," he mumbled almost incoherently.
Amy heard it though and it just served to make her mad. "Lou had no idea Ty was here when she and Scott chose to have their wedding here. It's not her fault either. If you and everyone else would just stop criticizing Ty for two seconds you'd see that he isn't such a bad guy! He's a lot like he was before the accident… he just doesn't let a lot of people see that. But he's let me see that. And, anyways, who's to say that he wouldn't be just like he is now if the accident had never happened? All he did was grow up, dad. He could be the same way even if he still was living in Virginia and had never had the accident or lost his memory. But, you know, it all did happen and he did get his memory back and guess what? He's still the same. Underneath everything that you have seen he is still the Ty he used to be," Amy took a deep breath and paused her impassioned speech. Tim didn't speak so Amy continued before the adrenaline wore off. "Whether you like it or not, Ty is my friend and he will be my friend until I decided otherwise."
"He is not the kind of guy you will be able to depend on later in life," Tim said.
Amy looked out the window again. "I never said I was going to marry the guy but I think I'll be the judge of that. He's a smart guy and he has a lot of talent."
"Why do you defend him?" Tim asked after a minute or two of silence had passed.
Amy sighed and briefly thought over the answers she could give. She decided to be at least somewhat honest with her dad. "Because he deserves it," she said simply. "Because he hasn't done anything wrong. So his personality isn't exactly up to your standards but so what? We can't always help the people we become… wasn't it you that once told me that?"
Tim grinned wryly at his daughter and Amy allowed the corners of her lips to tug upwards. "Using my own words against me now eh, Ames?"
Amy shrugged. She knew everything was okay now but she felt that there was still more she had to say. "I'm sorry for disobeying you and for everything I did yesterday and the day before that and everything. I'm sorry for what I did to you and to everyone else but I'm not sorry for what I did. I'm not asking for your approval," she added warningly.
"I know. And I appreciate the apology but you're not off the hook yet, kiddo. Let's just try to get through tomorrow without any more of your dramatics and we'll discuss your appropriate punishment when Lou and Scott leave for their honeymoon."
Tim stood up and kissed Amy on top of her head. "I guess you had to grow up sometime, too, didn't you, kiddo?" he said somewhat wistfully.
"It's practically inevitable," Amy joked as she hugged her dad.
Tim stepped back and smiled down at her. "You did good, Ames. You've got a good head on your shoulders and I'll just have trust you to use it well."
Amy smiled but didn't reply. She didn't know what to say in reply.
Tim turned to leave the room and was halfway out the door before he stopped and turned back around.
"I think you owe some other people some apologies, too," he said and Amy looked up at him. "They're down at the pool," and, with that, Tim closed the door.
Amy sighed but knew that her dad was right. She hadn't been fair to her friends the past couple of days. She quickly changed into a bathing suit, grabbed a towel and stuffed her feet into her flip flops before heading out to the pool.
The pool was outside and huge. The water glistened invitingly in the bright sunshine. The lawns around the pool were immaculately kept and there were several tennis courts. The pool was surrounded by lounge chairs—many of which held men and women and alike tanning. Amy walked by them all to the corner of the pool where she could see Soraya, Joni, Matt and Tom. They were in the pool and were tossing a ball back and forth over a net.
Amy dropped her towel, shorts and sandals on an empty lounge chair and walked quietly to the edge of the pool.
"Hey, guys," she said to gather their attention. They all turned and looked up at her. Amy shifted, slightly uncomfortable under their expressions. "Do you mind if I join you?"
There was a moment of silence as the four friends in the pool tried to decide whether or not their friend was back.
Soraya was the one who finally spoke up. "Yeah! Come and join our team," she pointed to herself and then to Joni.
"Yeah," Joni seconded with a grin. "We're totally killing the guys in volleyball."
Amy joined in their laughter and jumped into the pool. The coolness of the water enveloped her body and she felt at ease. She waded over to Joni and Soraya and quickly joined in on the playful banter.
Even though she hadn't actually said anything Amy knew that she was forgiven. And that was the greatest part about having friends like she did—she didn't even have to plead or beg for forgiveness... even though she knew that she probably should have had to.
--+--
Saturday, April fifteen, 2006
Ty wandered into his kitchen around noon on Saturday. His parents were seated at the kitchen table enjoying coffee, muffins and morning paper. Lee looked like he was asleep on one of the island stools. His head was in his arms and a there was a forgotten bagel and cream cheese in front of him.
Brad heard Ty entering the kitchen and peered at his son over the top of his paper. "What are you doing up so early, Ty?" Brad joked. "I'd have expected you to be asleep for a good three hours more after I heard you coming in this morning at two."
Ty didn't say anything. He just continued on his way to the fridge but shut it once he decided that he wasn't hungry.
"So are you going to tell us where you were or are we going to have to find out from someone else?" Brad pressed on.
"I was out," Ty said simply.
"The last time you were out you ended up in the hospital in a coma."
Ty grinned wryly. "Well I'm not in the hospital now am I? So just let it go. It's no big deal."
Jane set down her magazine and looked at Ty. "It is a big deal now, Ty. You're going to be going off to college in August—if you can manage to get yourself into shape before then."
Ty snorted. "ASU's already accepted me."
"Only just barely, Ty," Jane warned him. "Do you think you're going to last in that school if you continue to slack off and not do your schoolwork?"
"I got in didn't I?"
"You did but only because of outstandingly high SAT scores and a half scholarship for football. You have to keep a good grade point average in that school."
Ty leaned against the counter. "Yeah, so you've said it all before."
"But you've never listened before," Brad said.
"College kids party, too, you know," Ty pointed out.
"Yes," Jane agreed, "they do. But not as much as you party now."
Brad jumped in before Ty could say anything and had to settle with a glare. "We've let you alone for the past few years, Ty. We hoped that you'd shape up on your own but that obviously isn't the case. You have a week to get yourself into line, Ty, before we take stricter actions."
"Whatever." Ty turned to leave the room. "I'm going out."
"If you don't do it for yourself, Ty," Jane said after Ty's back. Ty froze in the doorway, "then do it for your brother. He looks up to you, whether you believe it or not. You're his big brother. I don't want him to lapse into your behaviors."
Ty continued on his way up the stairs and to his room. He got dressed quickly, grabbed his keys and stuffed a worn navy baseball cap with a dark green rim on his head.
"Ty, come in here for a moment!" Jane called from in the kitchen. Ty's hand slid off of the doors handle and he stomped into the kitchen.
"What?"
Jane turned around from where she was standing at the counter. She picked up a card and handed it to him. "I thought you might want this."
"What is this?" Ty asked in disgust as he fingered the off white card that had an olive green ribbon tied around it.
"Open it," Jane said simply as she continued to sort through the rest off the papers on the counter.
Ty flipped the card over and quickly read it.
All you need is Love…
Please share our happiness at our wedding
Lou Fleming
And
Scott Trewin
Saturday, April 15, 2006
12:30 in the afternoon
Ristorante SASSI
10455 East Pinnacle Peak Parkway
Scottsdale, Arizona
Lunch reception will follow ceremony
Ty glanced at the clock—12:41.
"So? What about it? You don't actually expect me to go do you?"
"I'd would be nice of you," Jane said thoughtfully.
Ty tapped his finger against the card. "I don't think I'm exactly welcomed there," he said with a hint of humor in his voice and the corners of his lips tugged up in a small smile.
Jane looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," Ty said. "It doesn't matter. I'm not going though."
"It's your choice, Ty."
Ty stuffed the card into his back pocket and walked out of the house. He got into his Ferrari and gunned out of the driveway and down the street. He was shot some nasty looks as he spun into the parking lot a Pinnacle Peak. He didn't care though. They were just tourists. Ty hated tourists.
"Yo, Ty!" Mick called out. Ty quickly spotted Mick and the rest of the guys and headed over to them. Ty sat down on the stone bench. They recounted memories of the party they'd been at the night/morning previous until Mick spoke up quite randomly—in Ty's opinion at least.
He'd been watching Ty since he got there with an odd expression and finally had to say something. "Um, yeah, Ty, why do you have a ribbon hanging out of your back pocket?" he rubbed the back of his neck.
Ty seemed unfazed. "Why were you looking at my butt?"
Mick rolled his eyes. "Don't get any ideas," he warned Ty. "It's just kind of hard not to notice when a guy is walking around with a shinny piece of paper and a ribbon hanging on his butt. That's how you raise some questions regarding your sexuality."
"I think it should be I telling you to not get any ideas," Ty drawled. He pulled the wedding invitation out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table in front of them.
Mick snatched it up eagerly and quickly scanned its contents. "What the hell is this?" he paused for a second before his eyes widened in realization. "Oh. I get it. So are you going?"
"No."
"Then why is it in your pocket?" Mick challenged.
Ty shrugged his broad shoulders. "Because my mom made me take it."
"You should go."
"Not gonna happen," Ty leaned back.
"Why not?"
"Well for starters I don't think I'm particularly welcomed there and—"
"Amy would want you to be there," Mick winked suggestively at Ty.
"So?" Ty said even though he sat up a little bit straighter. "She's a friend but that doesn't mean that I should go to her sisters wedding. I don't care about her family."
"But you care about her," Mick filled in.
"Are you still high or something?" Ty asked. "She is so not my type."
"Maybe she is your type," Mick said cryptically.
Ty furrowed his eyebrows. "I just said that she wasn't."
"Maybe the girls you've been with haven't been your type but Amy really is." Ty was about to deny it so Mick kept on going. "You like her, I know you do so don't try to tell me any differently," Mick held up his finger. "You so clearly like her and she likes you but she's about to go back to the east coast—which I just found out is, like, three thousand miles away—so you had better go to this wedding."
Ty was silent. He stared at Mick and Mick seemed to come of his high for the moment and he slumped forward and dropped his head into his arms. "Oh god," he muttered in what appeared to be pain, "I sound like my mom."
That just sent Ty and the rest of the guys howling in laughter.
Mick finally regained himself and sat up. He blinked a few times in a daze. "Wow. That must really have been some stuff last night… I could have sworn that I just said—"
"I got it the first time, Mick, so don't hurt yourself by saying it again," Ty managed to say through his laughter.
Mick's face fell slightly but then he seemed to perk up again. "So are you going to go?"
"Besides the fact that it is now," Ty quickly checked his watch, "1:17 and it started at 12:30? No."
"Well the ceremony will be over and that's always the most boring part and it said they were going to have a lunch thing so you could go for that," Mick suggested. He passed the card around to the rest of the guys and they started to look less confused.
"I'm not hungry."
"Well then don't eat," Mick shot back.
Ty sighed. He was clearly running out of argument and he could see it. "I'm not exactly dressed for a wedding."
"Then go home and put on a tux."
"Besides the fact that it is entirely too hot to wear a tux… I lost mine… at that stupid Christmas Ball for my dads firm that we were at."
Mick shook it off with a wave of his hand. "Oh yeah. Mine went MIA the year before. But go as you are. I mean, you like to piss people off, right? And I know you hate this girls family so you'll gain some points for yourselves there. And it's right over there," Mick gestured wildly to the left side of Pinnacle Peak. "You can't not go."
"Well I'm not going."
Mick thought for a moment before he came up with a new idea. "Well then I'll go for you."
"What?"
"I think I owe Missy a visit since the last time we spoke she, in no uncertain terms, said she'd hunt me down and kill me. I think we need to resolve our little difference so I'm going to go and see her and if, by chance, I see Amy then I'll tell her that you're a big, stupid coward."
"Big, stupid coward?" Ty laughed hysterically. "I've been called a lot of things but that is a new one."
Mick shrugged. "But I need you to give me a ride since I don't have my car."
"I saw your Vet in the lot," Ty said.
"Well… yeah. But you still want to give me a ride."
"I do?"
"Yes."
"Well then."
"Yes, because if you don't give me a ride then I'm going to accidentally total your Ferrari."
Ty's eyes shot open. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh contraire," Mick adopted a very bad French accent and wiggled his eyebrows in a very queer way… Ty wasn't quite sure why he did any of that but let it all go.
Ty's eyes narrowed. "Fine. Come on." He stood up and stalked back to the parking lot. He got into the drivers seat and Mick bounded into the passenger seat looking very pleased with himself.
"You didn't get any last night did you?" Ty asked as he swung out of his parking spot and almost mowed over a couple of hikers. He ignored the things they yelled at him and continued on his way out of the parking lot without taking anyone out.
"I'm just happy because I get to see my loverly Missy again!" Mick sang out.
"You didn't get any last night," Ty rephrased.
"Speak for yourself, my friend."
Ty rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.
The pulled into SASSI's parking lot a few minutes later and Ty quickly parked his Ferrari before both he and Mick got out and walked towards SASSI.
They had just entered the small courtyard with the fountain when Mick called out, "Oh, Missy!" in a very sing-song like voice. Missy, who had been hurrying along the walkway near the restaurant looked up and smiled when she saw Ty and Mick.
Missy hurried over to the two boys as fast as she could in her heels and skirt. She was wearing a black, knee length, A-line skirt with a light pink blouse and a pair of high black heels. She dropped her leather folder on the edge of the fountain and hugged them both—she even gave Mick a kiss on his cheek which sent Mick grinning like a little kid on Christmas but in Ty's eyes it only proved that his friend hadn't gotten any the night before.
"I knew you'd get him to come," Missy praised Mick with a smile in Ty's direction.
Mick shrugged. "I only remember because he had the invitation in his pocket."
Ty quickly grasped what was going on. "So I take it there were no death threats."
"Oh no," Missy said sweetly. "There were death threats. I told him I'd hunt him down and kill him if he didn't get you here. You're a bit late and not dressed entirely appropriately but you look hot all the same."
"I'm not going to that wedding," Ty warned her.
Missy shrugged. "Well the ceremony's over and they're just having lunch and cake and dancing and stuff out in the back so it's not really a wedding anymore." Ty raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Think of it as a party," Missy advised him. "You do good with those."
"I'm not going," Ty repeated stubbornly.
Missy dismissed Ty's words with a shake of her hand. "At least go back and say hi. Amy looks hot."
"And why does everyone seem to think I care about her?"
"Because you do," Missy said simply.
"That's exactly what I told him, Miss, but he didn't listen," Mick shook his head.
Ty looked at Mick. "You know what? I think I agree with you. That must have been some strong stuff last night because this day is totally fucked up. And why are you acting queerer then you usually are?" Ty demanded.
"Someone's a bit PMS-y today," Mick whispered to Missy and Missy giggled.
"I think I'm going to go now…"
Missy grabbed Ty's arm before he could leave. "Come on. Mick has told me about the two of you and I seriously suggest you get out of this denial of yours because she's flying back across the country on Monday."
"I knew there was a reason why I didn't want to get up this morning," Ty muttered as he pushed a hand through his hair before stuffing his baseball hat back on.
Missy grabbed his arm and dragged him to the huge doors that led to the back of SASSI where the wedding reception would be going on. Normally Ty wouldn't have let anyone pull him anywhere but he had learned that it was better not to mess with a woman who was wearing heels even half as intense as Missy's were.
Missy opened one of the doors and pushed Ty through them. "Knock her dead, lover boy," she joked. Missy paused a moment before grabbing Ty's hat.
"Hey!"
Missy hit him on the arm. "You have great hair, hot stuff, so work it while you still have it."
Ty shook his hair around with a grin.
"Sexy," Missy said just before she disappeared back through the double doors and they closed securely behind her.
Ty turned around and glanced over the wedding. Stairs led down to a fair sized lawn. There were about eight circular tables spread out on once side and each table had a big flower centerpiece. There was a bar behind the tables and a small band in one corner. The band was playing traditional wedding music that made Ty feel slightly nauseous. There was also a makeshift dance floor on the grass and was crowded with people dancing. Several people lingered at the tables, chatting with friends and family and finishing their lunches.
Ty turned back around and glanced remorsefully at the door. Knowing Missy and Mick he could have guessed that they were both behind the door building up some makeshift barricade and giggling. Normally he would only have attributed the giggling to Missy's role but he wasn't quite sure that day.
As Ty headed down the stairs—after seeing that he had no other choice—he looked around for Amy. He finally found her sitting alone at a table, slumped in a chair and twirling her long hair around her finger. She was wearing a soft pink silk dress that ended around her knees and she was wearing a pair of black flip-flops.
Ty smiled a little and walked more purposefully down the stairs. Maybe Missy and Mick weren't so far off after all.
--+--
It would have been wrong to say that she was miserable—which she wasn't—but Amy clearly wasn't sky high. Sure she was happy for her sister and for Scott but it just seemed liked everyone had paired off once the dancing had started and she'd been left alone.
She's waited in vain for Ty to come all through the ceremony but had finally resigned to the knowledge that he wasn't going to come. She couldn't blame him though.
She'd felt stupid having her hair and face done up by the makeup artist Lou had hired for the day. But she did it because Lou had wanted her to. And the dress Lou had chosen for Amy to wear wasn't actually bad; it was light pink silk with a fitted bodice and waist but the skirt fluttered loosely to her knees. The fabric at the top part was gathered and dipped down a bit and the dress had skinny little straps. She'd been wearing a pair of heels but they had hurt her fit so, once she had Lou's permission of course, she darted back to where they had gotten ready and put on a pair of flip-flops.
The ceremony had been beautiful and everything went just as it was supposed to. Seeing Lou so happy made Amy happy.
Amy had stayed behind at her table after all her friends had jumped up to go and dance. She played with hair—braiding and re-braiding one little part of it.
Out of the corner of her eye Amy thought she saw someone walking towards her but she didn't pay any attention until the person was standing right next to her.
"Hey," a deep, and slightly amused, masculine voice said.
Amy looked up slowly and was more then a little shocked to see Ty standing there—in jeans and a t-shirt but Ty nevertheless—and grinning down at her.
Amy dropped her hair in mid-braid and sat up straighter. "What are you doing here?" she blurted out. Ty looked confused for a second and Amy immediately corrected herself. "I mean, I thought you said you weren't going to come."
"I wasn't," Ty said simply.
"Oh."
"But somewhere amidst the death threats and threats of totaling my car I ended up here," he shrugged. Amy thought he was joking but he looked serious enough. She giggled a little bit in a manner that was beginning to happen more frequently whenever she was in Ty's company. She met Ty's eyes briefly—the emerald orbs she saw were bright—but she had to look away.
Ty sat in the empty chair on Amy's left side and Amy turned back to him. She ran her eyes over his attire once and laughed as she shook her head. "Nice outfit."
Ty shrugged. "I would have changed but I… misplaced my tux and it's kind of hot for a suit." Amy nodded. It was a warm day and most of the guys had already shed their jackets and ties and rolled their dress shirt sleeves up to their elbows.
"Doesn't matter to me but are you trying to give my dad a heart attack?"
Ty grinned back at her. "Well…"
"Actually, don't answer that," Amy said with a smile.
Ty laughed and Amy realized with a start that she loved the sound. Ty quickly glanced around. "Speaking of your dad," he began, "is he going to be bringing out the shotgun because I'm here or anything?"
Amy shook her head. "I talked to him. It took a lot of convincing but he'll leave you alone. He still doesn't like you though," she added just incase Ty was getting any ideas.
Ty didn't really seem fazed by her warning. "A lot of parents don't like me."
"Well maybe if you—" Amy started to suggest but Ty saw where she was going and immediately stopped her.
He held up his hand. "Don't even go there. I've already gotten the lecture from my parents today and I don't need it from you." His voice was a bit harsher then he had meant it to be.
Amy blushed a light pink and glanced over her shoulder at Pinnacle Peak. She pretended to be fascinated with something in the mountains general direction so she didn't see Ty's eyes on her.
--+--
Mick and Missy watched Ty and Amy's whole exchange from up above the wedding reception on the terrace. They had snuck out of the doors when Ty's back had been turned to them and they were currently peeking—quite surreptitiously—around a heater that was obviously not in use. Needless to say, the heater was not nearly wide enough to obscure even half of Missy's body but they didn't much care.
They frowned when Amy turned away from Ty. They waited for Ty to make some kind effort to talk to her but he just sat there as Amy looked intently off at the mountains.
"Do you think we should help them?" Mick was already devising ways that he could help the pair—most of which involved some sort of object falling on them or perhaps a streaker…
Missy shook her head and took Mick's arm and led him away to go see if there was any food leftover in the kitchens. "No. They'll work it out. Just give them a chance."
a/n: one more chapter! Review! -Steph