A/N Second chapter! Thanks for your support guys,it's really helping me write,and after I post this chapter,I'll get started on the third chapter,though I can't promise when it'll be out. Just a fair warning,some spoilers of the Forrest Gump movie.

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own The Nanny,I do not. I own Amy,but almost all the other characters belong to Fran Drescher,and Peter Marc Jacobson. This fic is mine. Thank you.

Amy started her fifth lap around Flushing High's track,when she saw Brighton standing against the fence. She wondered what he was doing there,as she stopped,and started walking over.

"Hey,what are you doing here?" She asked,smiling,as she walked up.

"I was trying to find,Tiffany,and I saw you,and was wondering if you could give me directions." Brighton said,smiling back.

"I don't know where she is,I had to go to practice right after last period."

"Okay then,I really don't know my way around this place-"

"Molyneux,it's time for practice,not talking-to-boys-time." The coach said,noticing her missing player. Amy rolled her eyes,and sighed.

"Well,I could give you a tour,afta practice,and afta I shower." She said,before starting to walk,backwards.

"Okay." He said,watching as she ran back to practice.

"...And this is our soda,slash,vending machine,"Amy said,looked around and then whispered,"If you hit the machine twice on the side,it spits out a soda,free."She said,demonstrating,and handing the soda to Brighton.

"Hey,how do you know so much,about a school you just started,like two months ago?" Brighton asked,as they wondered outside.

"Oh,come on. This is Flushing High,it's small,and humble. Unlike your huge,preppy school." She teased.

"It's not a 'preppy' school,it's a private school."

"Private,prep same difference. Besides you all have to wear uniforms. " He rolled his eyes.

"What's so wrong with uniforms?"

"Nothing,I think they look cute,but seriously,Flushing High definitely does not have uniforms. The reason is because it's the least preppiest school,ever...Though I do like the uniforms,you guys wear."

"Which uniform do you think looks cute?"

"The boys,though I want to own the girls outfit,it looks really cute. Though some of the clothes you guys wear are,a little to preppy for me."

"So what clothes do you not like?"

"Normally,not sweata vests." Amy said,pointing at his shirt.

"Normally?" Brighton asked.

"Yeah,it looks good on ya,though. As if any of the boys here were to wear it..." She grimaced at the thought,and he laughed. "Do ya see,Tiffany,anywhere?" They both looked around,and then leaned up against the small fountain,in the center of the concrete circle.

"Well...if Tiffany isn't showing up,I need to call my nanny." Brighton thought aloud.

"Your nanny?" She asked,smirking.

"Yeah,Fran."

"Oh,Fran. Lucky. I would love Fran as my mom."

"She's not my mom. Just a nanny."

"What happened to your real mom?"

"Dead."

"Oh,"Amy said,biting her lip,as Brighton looked away. "I'm sorry,I shouldn'ta meddled."

"No,it's okay. You didn't know." He assured. There was an awkward silence between the two,and the minutes passed quickly.

It was Amy that broke the silence.

"..I hate to leave,but,I was gonna see a movie..." She said,standing up straight.

"What movie are you seeing?" Brighton asked,standing up straight,as well.

"That new,one. Forrest Gump. I heard it's good. Though,it's really only been out for a day or two...Hey would you want to come with me?" She asked,smiling. Then she saw the confused look on his face,and backtracked. "You know,as friends? Besides,there's a payphone in front of the theata."

"Well,okay." He said,and they started walking—well mainly him following her,to a theater,he hadn't seen before—and the night was starting to set in.

"So,you and Tiffany,huh?" Amy asked,as they walked along.

"Yeah." Brighton answered,hands in pockets.

"..Did you two know each other,before,or somethin'"She asked, noticing a squirrel running up the tree.

"Yeah,when we were eleven,her grandfather was working on my father's plumbing. Because,her grandfather,was a cousin of,Fran's." He explained,looking at her. "And we met each other.."

"And you had a love-at-first-site-moment?" She guessed.

"No. We hated each other. We ran around the house for a while,arguing back and forth,for a while. But then,she pushed me. I pushed her back,and soon we were kissing."He said,smiling.

"Wow. Haha." She said,smiling as well.

"My first kiss,to."

"And I'm sure you've had plenty of kisses,since then?" She smirked,and he blushed a bit,before looking away.

"Well..sorta."

"Oh,come on. You're telling me,that you're having trouble getting a girlfriend?" He nodded,a little,and she giggled.

"How many boyfriends have you had?"Brighton asked,a little defensively.

"This year,or all around?" Amy retorted. He sighed,defeated. "Hey,it's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm just a little surprised,you have had girlfriend problems."

"Why?"He asked,smirking now. She blushed a little.

"Because you're a c- look,there's the theater."She said,pointing ahead.

"Cool,so what were you gonna say?"

"Huh? Oh,um..I forgot. Just slipped my mind." She looked away,blushing. "There's the payphone." She pointed ahead.

"...Okay then,be right back." He said,walking up to the phone.

A couple minutes later,they entered the movies,bought popcorn,sodas,and some candy,and headed in.

"Oh my gosh,that movie was so sad!"Amy said,sniffling. She wiped her nose on her sleeve,as they walked out. "To many people died,but the ending was so..so..sad." She said,another tear rolling down her cheek.

"Woah,Amy. Don't have a mental breakdown. It's just a movie,Bubba,and Jenny didn't actually die." Brighton reassured her,putting a hand on her back.

"I know,it's just a really sad movie. I saw you cry,to when Bubba died." She said,drying her tears,on her sleeve.

"Hey,not fair. Bubba was one of my favorite characters." He said,crossing his arms,over his chest. She rolled her eyes,and sniffled.

Fran walked up to them,looking fabulous as always.

"Amy,what are ya doing here?" She asked,a little shocked.

"Me,and Brighton were going to the movies,as friends."

"Oh,when he said 'going to the movies' I assumed with,Tiffany...Well anyway,how was the movie?" She asked,politely.

"Very sad,as you can probably see." Brighton said,pointing to Amy. She hit his arm. "Ow." He said,rubbing his arm.

"Well,we should go now,B. Amy do you need a ride home,or somethin'?" Fran asked,concerned.

"Nah,I'm good. My house is only a block or two from here."She assured.

"Okay them. Bye,Amy."

"Bye,Amy."

"Bye,B." She said,smiling,as Fran and Brighton walked off. Amy started walking,the other way,back to her house. Back to World War III.

A/N Well,that was a nice chapter,I think. Certainly longer than a lot of things I wrote,so please,review,and tell me what you think,please.