Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever. School has been busy, but it's summer now! Here's the next chapter.

"I can't believe you got us locked in a closet!" I yelled to Ricky.

Your probably wondering how this happened. I guess I should start with the beginning…

Amy's POV

"AMY!" was the first sound that I heard when I woke up. I slowly lifted my head from my pillow and squinted my eyes. My mom was standing in the doorway.

"What is it mom?" I asked.

"Get up. It's time for you to get a job. I got you an interview for the café down the street," she replied. "It's time for you to start pulling your weight around here," she added.

"Ugh mom! Five more minutes!" I pleaded.

"No! Your interview starts in an hour and you still need to drop Katie off at daycare. Up!" she said as she ripped the blankets of me.

"You suck!" I added before getting up to get ready.

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After dropping Katie off, I headed back to the café. I arrived about five minutes ahead of time. I walked into the doors and my senses were immediately invaded with the smell of coffee. Half the walls were covered in red and the other half in purple. A dark oak counter sat in the corner and a few tables were scattered around the place. I walked up to the counter. I was greeted by a short young women with dark brown hair. She looked up to me.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm here for an interview," I told her.

She turned her head behind her. "Mr. Carson! Someone is here to see you!" she yelled.

A few seconds later, a short balding man walked out of the door behind the counter.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Amy Juergens. My mom told me she set up and interview," I replied.

"Ahh right. Follow me," he motioned.

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The interview went great. I got the job and would start noon tomorrow since it was Sunday. I would mostly be doing inventory or dishes. It sucks, but I need the money.

I picked up Katie and we went to the park awhile before it was time to go home for dinner.

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It was morning already. I walked into the café half asleep. Even noon was too early for anyone.

"Good morning, Ms. Juergens," said Mr. Carson as I walked through the doors.

"I would like to introduce you to Carla," he said pointing at the women who was at the counter the other day.

"Nice to meet you," she said, holding her hand out. I shook it.

He gave me the tour of the whole café and how everything works. He assigned me my first job which was to clean the tables. I started right up. After a few minutes of cleaning I heard the chimes, signaling someone was here. I looked up to see none other than Ricky Underwood.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

'What? I guy can't get a cup of coffee?" he asked, with a smirk on his face.

"Not here, you can't" I replied.

"Come on Amy. Can we talk? Please," he said pleadingly.

"Hey Amy! Can you go down to the storage room and grab some more napkins and plates?!" Mr. Carson yelled from the back room. I was thankful for that. I had an excuse not to talk to him.

"Sorry Ricky, I am kind of busy," I said quickly before turning towards the stairs that lead to the basement.

I was halfway down when I turned around to see Ricky following me. I stopped walking.

"What are you doing!? You can't be down here!" I said.

"Oh relax, no one saw me," he replied. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I reached the bottom and looked around. The walls were made of concrete and it was semi dark and musty. I spotted a small door that led to the storage unit. I opened it up and walked in, Ricky followed. I scanned the shelves for a minute, looking for the napkins and plates.

"Now would be a good time to talk," Ricky said.

"Not right now," I replied. "Maybe later. You can go now, I have a job to do," I added.

He sighed defeated and headed towards the closed door. He pulled it. Nothing happened. He tried several more times. He looked at me.

"I think it's locked," he said slowly.

"What!?!" I replied. I ran to the door and started yanking the door knob. It still wouldn't budge.

"No no no no, this can't be happening!" I yelled. "I can't believe you locked us in here!"

"Me!? Why do you blame it one me?!" he said.

"Well you were the last one to walk in!" I replied. I sat down on the cold hard floor and put my head in my hands. The only light was the one coming from the small fluorescent light bulb in the middle of the ceiling.

"Just calm down, Amy," he said.

"Calm down!? Were locked in a storage closet, and its all your fault!" I yelled.

"I can't believe you got us locked in a closet!" I added.

"Okay okay, I get it. I guess we have time to talk now," he said.

I looked up and glared at him. He smirked. Their was no escaping it this time.

Cliff hanger. Sorry. Next chapter I will try to make longer. Reviews are appreciated.