AN: hi guys, i'm putting this an here in hopes you will read it. here we go: so many of you put this story to story alert or favorite already ! and I haven't even posted the first chapter yet (or I am now but you got the point yeah). Thanks to 4EverRamy for your kind words and that you took time to review, because everyone who writes themselves knows that it's the best thing in the world when someone actually writes to you and tell you what they think about the story. If you've read my other stories or my ff profile page, you know that I'm from Finland and I am truly sorry about any mistakes that you might see in these chapters, please feel free to tell me in reviews, because it's only helpful for me! ( i have my finals in english coming up next fall ).

Other things you might need to know before starting to read this story: I think you already got it, but unless you didn't you might want to read this. This story starts from the band camp, so from the very start, where it all happened. In this story I'm writing from Ricky's POV (maybe Amy's too, I'm not sure yet). And yeah, I think you now got it, if you didn't before. And I'm sorry for my crappy trailer, it was my first ever, so it turned out very bad and I'm so sorry about that. I think I'm going to write it again and make it better, just for fun.

Sorry for my too long author's note, but I just wish that someone will read it xx Now read this chapter, I hope you will enjoy it and then after click the review button and review this chapther, even if you didn't like it! Thankyou, you are the best xx

Oh haha I still have ONE thing, I' writing this story from Ricky's POV but I might change it to no one's POV because that's how I usually write, we'll see. But tell me what ya think!

The Bet

"Check that one out!" I told to my friends and pointed to this awkward and shy girl on the field, who was playing the french horn. She was kind of cute but not like the usual way, I was quite sure she had no idea how much attention she gained from boys. Even though we were at the bleachers I could still see many boys watching as she concentrated on playing. I had never seen her before, so I knew she was new here and didn't know me at all.

"Oh that's perfect, I mean, no way in the world you could tap that." Jason, my friend, said and laughed.

"Oh yeah? Well then it's her? So I'll bet that I can get her to fall for me and sleep with me during this summer, and if she does, you guys will fix my car, okay?" I asked from my 3 friends with a grin on my face but my eyes didn't leave the brown haired girl not once, not even for a second.

"Sure, and if you won't, which you won't then you will announce to the whole camp about your failure." Matt, my other friend answered with a grin of his own. He was kind of a bitter person, maybe because all the girls were into me and not to him. But it was his own fault though, he was a jerk to them. Well so was I most of the time, but not always. I always listened to them and told them what they wanted and needed to hear. It was only the commitment part that I didn't like. And that's why I became the asshole who broke their heart.

"Yeah, sure, but just remember, all the girls fall for me." I said confidently and shook hands with Matt and the other boys. And it was true, they did. Sometimes I went for them and sometimes they came for me. Either way I always had someone or should I say someones.

"So Ricky, do you know who she is?" Jason asked, with a normal tone for change. Jason was a incredibly good-looking and talented friend of mine and even though we didn't live at the same town, every summer we met at the band camp and were immediately best friends. We just had this amazing connection and I don't want to sound like a freak now, but we really are very close friends.

"Nah I don't have any idea, but I'll ask around." I told him and gazed for the brown haired beauty in the field. She happened to watch to the bleachers just then and I smiled at her and then waved at her. She looked at me with a face that said "are you seriously waving at me, why me?" Then she blushed and hid her face and then she run into the guy in front of her and almost fell. Maybe it was wrong for me to laugh, but I did and so did my friends. That was so cute, how she hid her face with her hair. No not cute, what am I thinking? I liked the good old confident type of girls who loved the attention and who knew they got the attention. Not girls like this, or I never liked girls like this before.

If you were wondering, I am Ricky Underwood, tall, dark and handsome. Yes, you could definitely describe me with those three words. I live with my foster parents, because my real dad was a total douche, but let's not get in to that right now. I love all my sisters and brothers and I am a good guy, even though people always think of me as the bad guy, because I have so many emotional issues thanks to my past. But seriously I'm a good guy, maybe I sometimes left girls without and explanation, but still I never just use them for sex. Unless they want me to, then it's different. But usually I just don't see the connection there, and I have to dump the girl.

I had never found any real interest to girls. They just seems like they all are the 'bubble brain' type, which is sometimes fine but let's get real, sometimes guy just need someone to talk to, someone who understands them. And they are always thinking about themselves, and still accusing boys about everything bad that happens to them. I think I want to commit myself to someone, but I just haven't found that one yet. Maybe she's on her way or maybe she's not. With some girls I've found connection on some level, like with Adrian. We have amazing sex, really. But we can't hold a conversation more than 2 minutes, and it's never about anything serious or deep. But I never thought of us as a couple, we were just friends. With benefits.

Two days later

So two days passed and I watched her from the far. I asked around about her and everything I learned was amazing, I felt like she was amazing. She seemed so different than any other girl. Yes she was small and awkward, but still she was gorgeous and all the boys watched her as she sat down in the middle of the cafeteria. She went trough her magazine and didn't notice anyone else there, like she was in her own room.

I'd made a decision to talk to her today, when no other guy was with her. I had a plan how to make a good first impression. Still I was kind of nervous and I didn't understand why. I did this all the time, spoke to girls and flirted with them. But his time it was different. I felt like there was no room for mistakes, it had to be perfect. Because that's what this girl is. Perfect. I walked to her table and my brain just went off, I couldn't remember anything I had planed.

"Hi." I said and wasn't sure how I was going to continue our conversation. Maybe she didn't want any company and that's why she was alone. Why did I ever make this stupid bet, I should've picked someone else.

"Hi." She answered with a small voice, to my surprise and I smiled a bit. It was my flirting smile that I gave to every girl, it always worked.

"Are you Amy? I'm Ricky, someone told me your going the Grant in the fall?" Oh god, I'm such a dork, what's wrong with me? Where's my usual charm? It seems I've lost it. Why am I talking about school? Get your head together man.

"Yeah, Grant High school you mean?" She asked, like she wasn't sure why I was talking to her. Then a huge vomit of words came out of my mouth.

"Yeah, Grant High school, that's my school. We are gonna be going on the same school, we'll be in the same band. Mind if I sit down?" Well I'm sure she thinks I'm a loser now, or she thinks I don't have any friends, because I'm asking to sit with her.

"Oh no, go ahead." I smiled as I sit down to the opposite side of the table as her. She hid her face from me with her hair and started to stare at the door. I thought her hiding her face with her hair was cute, but now that I saw it from this close, I knew it was adorable.

"I'm sorry, were you waiting for someone? A boyfriend maybe?" I hope she doesn't have one, WHY am I hoping she doesn't have a boyfriend? Oh well because then my plans would be for nothing. But still I've talked to this girl for a minute, why does she make me this nervous. I run my hand trough my hair so it would be a bit messy.

"Me? No. I don't have a boyfriend." She said with a sceptical voice. And with that all of my worries seemed to run out of me, she didn't have a boyfriend. In a seconds I gained back all of my confidence and started to make some smalltalk with her. She smiled and was kind of awkward, but she still was just perfect. Maybe this would be easier than I thought, she would be easy? No, she wouldn't, but she didn't turn me away, so I now have a chance. I just have to play my cards right.

After a few minutes of talking someone caved into our little bubble, it was some girl I'd made out last year. She was cute, but way too annoying and shallow for my taste. As soon as we started to date she told everyone about it and tried to make us the power couple of the band camp. Thank god the camp had ended and I didn't have to see her again. Amy wasn't anything like that though, Amy was cute, bubbly, smiley and oh my god how am I gonna explain to her about this girl? Oh great she's walking away now. I have to make up something, so that Amy doesn't think I'm such a player.

Amy just sat there looking kind of confused, I think she thinks I'm dating her. Then I lied to Amy about the girl and told her that she had lied to me about having a boyfriend. Amy smiled like she understood perfectly what I meant and told me once again she didn't have a boyfriend. Yes, she wants me. I thought and asked her out. First she rejected me, but sounded a bit disappointed so I made a promise to go to see her freshman solo and I left her to the table. That was my number one rule, always make girls want more. And it worked. Usually.

I walked away from the cafeteria and thought about our conversation before. Amy was younger than me, and she seemed so innocent. And something about her told me that she got nervous about talking to me. She made me curious, even though we didn't talk much, I knew that there was something worth searching for between us. Something bigger, something more than before. Or maybe it was in my head, because I had learned so much about her and allmost stalked her for the last two days. I saw a obsession coming here, so I tried to push my thoughts about Amy away. and concentrated on something else.

I thought abou tthe bet, even when Amy was a part of it. But I had to get my car fixed, I had to. It wasthe only thing about my life that I actually liked. I dealed with everything else, but the car was my baby, my favorite thing in the world, well after the drums. I walked to the lake and sat there, watching the sun set and thought about everything. The summer was just starting and I could already tell that it was going to be the craziest summer that the band camp had ever seen. So many things that could set off and blow up and make everyone's life harder. But I was going to ejoy it, and everything would turn up the right way eventually. And soon in couple of hours I would be seeing Amy again. I laid back to the grass and stared at the sky. I truly loved this camp.

AN: hahaa sorry I know you just read the massive an but I just had to write this too. Just to be sure that you remember to review :) thankyouu.