During breakfast, I noticed Amy ate more than she usually does. I'm sure she was just hungry, but she never eats that much.

"Amy…you're eating a lot this morning…" I said to her.

"And? Is there is a problem with that?" she snapped.

"No, no. Of course not. I've just never seen you eat that much," I explained.

"It's only been, what, three weeks since we started living together? There's a lot of things you still don't know," she said angry.

"Why are you getting so mad? I just said something simple and you're attacking me," I said.

"I'M attacking you? YOU'RE the one attacking me," she said even angrier.

"No, I'm not, Amy. Just forget I said anything," I rolled my eyes at her. I'm not in the mood to fight this morning.

She got up from the table and went to the bedroom to get her things. I started cleaning up in the kitchen, and after I was done, Amy came out and was ready to go. She gave a small smile and walked towards me.

"Look, Ricky, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that," she apologized.

"It's okay. I know you didn't. I'm sorry I offended you," I smiled apologetically at her.

"No, no you didn't. I just lost my temper there. It won't happen again," she smiled and kissed me.

"Ready to start our day?" I asked as I picked up John and got my keys.

"Yes, let's head out," she happily said.

On our way to school, I just couldn't help but wonder about her weird behavior. She doesn't lose her temper, so what happened this morning was unusual. One minute she was ready to kill me, the next she's all happy go lucky. I just shook my head. If there was something wrong, she'd tell me. Or at least I hoped she would…

During a locker break, I saw Amy at her locker. I sneaked up behind her and covered her eyes.

In the girliest voice I could, I said, "Guess who, pretty young thang!"

"Umm..Madison?" she asked. I could tell she was smiling.

"Guess again," I said continuing the girly voice.

"Hmmm…Lauren!" she giggled.

"No, you're getting colder cutie pie," I said again in the disguised voice.

She took my hands off and turned around to smile at me.

"I knew it was you the second you covered my eyes. I'd recognize those hands anywhere," she smiled at me, giving me a kiss.

I pulled her closer to me as we were kissing. I could feel her tugging at my collar. She pulled back.

"I'll see you at home," she smiled and walked away.

As she did, I turned around and watched her. She makes me feel so alive.

That afternoon in the butcher shop, I was mopping the floor during closing time. Ben was taking off his apron and grabbed his keys.

"See ya, Ricky," he said on his way to the door.

"See ya," I said back

"Oh! I almost forgot. Amy asked for several 6 oz. steaks today. I told her I'd have 'em ready and give them to you when you leave. They're on the counter," he informed me.

"I thought Amy didn't like steak very much," I told him.

"Yeah…I don't know. She said she was craving big juicy steaks today, and that Boykewich steaks were what she wanted. It's on the house, so don't worry about it," he said.

"Oh…okay. Well, thanks. That's very generous of you. I'll be sure to take them," I said a little confused as I waved goodbye to him.

Amy isn't a huge fan of steak. I mean she likes it, but it's not something she'd ask to have for dinner. Her behavior is getting weirder and weirder, and I can't find an explanation for it.

I put the mop away and hung my apron up. I grabbed the steaks and went upstairs. I was a little hesitant, because I had no clue what to expect from Amy tonight. I opened the door to the apartment and headed to the kitchen. Amy was mashing up potatoes, and John was playing with his toy train.

"Hey buddy," I gave John a high five. "Hey, Amy," I said giving her a kiss.

"Hey. OH! You brought the steaks! Excellent," she said when she saw the package in my hand, "If you don't mind, would you go ahead cook 'em? We all know I suck at cooking, especially if it's meat." She seemed excited.

"Sure. Hey. I didn't know you liked steak," I told her.

"Well. I do, but just not that much. I don't know. When I was at the nursery today, all I kept wanting was a big juicy steak. It was weird. It's these hormones of mine, I swear," she laughed.

I smiled at her. I got started on the steaks and the entire time I was worried something was wrong. Or maybe nothing's wrong and it's all just in my head. Yeah, let's go with that. Nothing's wrong.

During dinner, Amy had a big appetite again. I brushed it off, but I just couldn't help but think about how she's had 2 steaks already. On top of that, she added more salt to her mashed potatoes. When I asked her why, she said she was craving salty potatoes. I didn't know if I should ask if something's wrong. Last time I hinted at it, she attacked me. I was just going to ignore it for now until she says something to me. I wasn't even going to try to have sex with her tonight. I think she needs time for herself. Plus, I'm just not in the mood after her odd behavior. I just hoped she didn't want sex. Huh. That's funny. Back when I was trying to get Amy to sleep with me, she said there would be a time where she wanted it but not me. Let's just hope we don't find out she was right. Not tonight at least. Whatever, it's not like it matters. We didn't have sex that night.

The next morning, it took longer than usual for her to wake up. I had John fed and ready by the time she finally woke up. I went to go check on her.

"Hey…you okay?" I said rubbing her arm.

"Yeah…I'm just really tired. And I have a headache," she told me.

"I'm sorry. Do you wanna stay home today? I could stay with you if you want," I offered.

"Don't be silly! I'll just have an aspirin, and it'll go away. Besides I have an in-class timed essay in my US History class. Our teacher said it'd help us prepare for the AP Exam…I really don't wanna have to make it up later," she said.

"Ah, Mr. Smith…quite the teacher," I laughed. I had him last year, too.

After school, I met up with Amy at her locker.

"Hey, gorgeous," I said giving her a kiss.

"Hi!" she seemed to be in a good mood.

"How was your APUSH essay?" I asked.

"I think I did really well! It was on President Nixon, and I had JUST reviewed his presidency last night. If I don't get at least a 90, I'll be pissed," she laughed.

I laughed with her. Her laugh was contagious. You couldn't help but laugh with her. She just lights up the world when she does. When she got her things, I held my hand out and we walked out the building. It was good to see her feeling well again.

When I got to the butcher shop, I noticed Ben's dad was there today.

"Hello, Ricky," he said delighted to see me.

"Hi, My. Boykewich. How are you doing?" I asked.

"Good, good. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm good," I smiled.

"And Amy and John?" he said.

"They're doing good, too," I informed.

"That's nice to hear. You can have the afternoon off. Business is running a little slow today, plus Bunny and I are here to handle it. I told Ben he could have the day off," he told me.

"You sure? I don't mind working," I said.

"It's fine. We've got it taken care of," he assured me.

"Okay…well. I guess I'll get a head start on dinner today. Bye, Mr. Boykewich. Thank you," I said as I head upstairs.

I didn't know what to cook today. Amy said she wanted something salty again. I thought I'd make baked potatoes or something. To be honest, I had no clue what I was doing. Other than junk food, what tastes salty? And of all things to crave, salty foods? Whatever…women are weird.

As I was setting up the table, Amy walked in with John.

"Hi, daddy!" he yelled happy to see me.

"Hey, little man! How was your day, buddy?" I asked him. John just head straight for his toys. Amy and I looked at each other and laughed. Amy looked and sounded a little weary.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah…just feeling nauseous," she said.

"You better sit down. I've got dinner under control," I told her. I gave her a peck on the cheek and went back to the kitchen. But right then the strangest thing happened. Amy dashed from the living room to the bathroom. I heard unpleasant sounds from the kitchen. "Oh no…" I thought. I rushed to the bathroom to see Amy throwing up in the toilet. I went in and held her hair for her. When she was done, she washed her face and rinsed her mouth out. She stood there for a few seconds and decided she wanted to brush her teeth to get rid of the vomit feel. I didn't say anything yet.

"Thanks, Ricky," she smiled sincerely, "Sorry about that."

"Don't even worry about it," I said as I held her hand. I gave her a small smile.

"I'll just clean up in here," she said.

"You don't have to. I can clean up after I'm done with dinner," I said.

"No, no. It's fine. It's not a huge deal," she insisted.

"Okay…but if you need anything let me know," I told her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I left the bathroom. I left the bathroom even more confused than I had been the past couple of days. I wanted to call my dad and ask if she needs medicine or anything since she clearly was sick. But since she hasn't said anything, I didn't. I'll wait till she does. But the entire time I was cooking, I just couldn't help but worry what was wrong.