"By day, I'm a professional jelly wrestler for corporate events," Amy told her friends, watching as they nodded in approval. "And at night, it's just me cuddled up with my fiance Bumper and - oh, wait..." The soft smile dropped from her face.

She had slowly recognized the signs, but she didn't want to actually admit she had fallen for the ex-Treble. Fat Amy had never believed in love. Her whole life she watched as her mother flitted around from boyfriend to boyfriend after her father left them at the age of 10. She rolled her eyes at every romantic movie or tv show where someone confessed their undying love for the other. In a way, she supposed that was the reason she had so many boyfriends. If one got too serious then she could dump him and go off with the next.

Sex was fun for Amy, but there was never a real spark when she was doing it with a guy. Well, until she met Bumper. When she was with Bumper she felt things she never thought she could feel. Her heart beat sped up at the mere mentioning of his name - hell, someone could be talking about the bumper on their car and Amy would practically melt to the ground. These last few weeks without seeing him were torture.

It wasn't even that she had gone without sex for a few weeks and she was insatiable. She literally couldn't get turned on by any guy that wasn't Bumper. A few nights after they agreed it was over, Amy found herself making out with a guy two years younger than her at a frat party. Every time their lips came together, Amy felt more and more of herself fall apart. She even hauled off and slapped him across the cheek when he grabbed her boob. The guy had called her a bitch and pushed her out of his way to find another girl who was willing.

"I'm in love with Bumper."

The girls around her all smirked, "yeah!"

Everything seemed to clear up in Amy's mind, the realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. "Okay, I've done something terrible!" she said, slowly beginning to freak out. "And I'm not talking about crop dusting Chloe and Beca just now. Apologize for that..." Amy needed to see him. She needed to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him. "I need to win back my man!"

She took off on a run, not paying attention to where she was going as all the girls cheered for her. Suddenly, Amy was in the air and screaming, having been caught by a bear trap. "What happened?" she called out. "Somebody bring me a s'more!"

"I say no to the pig," Bumper told the guys. "And yes to this glorious-ness." He gestured to his face and Benji began to argue back when he heard her voice in the distance.

"Bumper, I'm coming!"

Bumper turned around slowly and watched as Amy paddled across the lake in a canoe, singing a Pat Benatar song to him. She was the last person he wanted to see right now, though, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She had made her way to the dry land (with much difficulty) and was now stalking up the hill to him. He kept his face stoic as he muttered," No... NO..."

Amy either ignored or didn't hear him and continued to sing until she was standing right in front of him. He noticed the tears in her eyes and tried to feel hate, but Amy had his heart wrapped around her little finger.

"Close your eyes... close your-" Amy stuttered, her voice, much like her confidence, was shaking.

"Close your eyes and try to sleep now," Bumper interjected. "Close your eyes and try to dream. Clear your head and do your best to try and wash the pallet clean."

They came together in song and then kissed. Eventually, the song was completely forgotten and they ended up falling to the ground, rolling around as their horrified friends fled the scene. After a few minutes, Amy parted their lips and looked up at him, adoration shining in her hazel eyes.

"I love you, Bumper."

Bumper's heart felt like it was about to explode from his chest. "Really?" he asked. "You don't want to be a free range pony?"

She smiled at him gleefully. "I think my barnyard days are over."

"Good," he said and then he kissed her. "Cause I love you, too." They began making out again, but then Bumper quickly raised his head to look at her in shock. "Wait, you've done it in a barn before?!"

'Cause all of me loves all of you,

Love your curves and all your edges,

All your perfect imperfections.

Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you.

You're my end and my beginning,

Even when I lose, I'm winning.

'Cause I give you all of me,

And you give me all of you...

A/N: Okay, I actually hate that I'm leaving it here. This was a horribly written chapter and I'm sorry, but I had no other way of finishing it. Also, my "free range pony" analogy at the end doesn't make sense because a free range pony wouldn't be in a barnyard hence the term "free range", but WE ARE IGNORING THAT. I'm open to any suggestions on more stories, especially considering I've completely run out of ideas. Thank you and don't forget to review!