Author's Note:Hey guys! I'm really kinda confused right now and I hope it didn't affect my writing. Azngirl7890 is writing a story, but the recent two chapters strongly resemble this story, so I'm kinda confused. I even tried to form a truce, but I haven't heard back, so I'm still hoping. Honestly, I never meant to be rude or mean or whatever. I was simply confused. Please give me your support and Tell me what you think everybody! Please!

Amy's POV

I slumped into the dining hall chair exhausted. Today we had begun our workshops, and it had been a long day. Don't get me wrong, I loved working with these experts, but it was just so hard to concentrate. John was being kept by one of the program counselors, so it was hard for Ricky and I to focuss. We would probably get used to it, but it was pretty hard for us to let him off with someone we didn't know, especially Ricky, considering his dark past.

I pushed the maccaroni around on my plate. I was thinking about what would happen throughout the course of this summer program. Apparently, during the weekdays, we would have sessions with some musical specialists to help us better our performance. We were also learning some music for a concert that we would perform at the end of the four weeks.

It was really fun, but also tiring. We didn't have day long practices back at home. I looked up and saw that Ricky felt my pain too. He was trying to spoon peas into John's mouth, but he looked as if he would fall asleep if his head wasn't proped up by his hand. I finished off my meal then leaned over to relieve Ricky. "Hey, I'll take it from here Ricky. Go ahead and eat."

Ricky nodded and exchanged seats with me to eat. I spoke to him as I fed John. "So, are you as exhausted as I am?"

He nodded and finished chewing before he spoke. "This schedule is definately going to take some getting used to."

"Well, let's look on the bright side. We only have two more days until the weekend. And we also have a big bed waiting for us upstairs."

Rick paused mid-bite to turn to me, smirking as always. "Wow, Ames. If I'd known that you'd be so forward and willing, I would've gotten more rest last night." he said, then winked at me. My mouth dropped open and my cheeks flushed a deep crimson red. Why did he have to be so irresistable?

I shoved his shoulder. "You know that's not what I meant."

"Yeah, I'm just messing with you." he said. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could've sworn I saw a twinge of dissapointment in his eyes as he turned back to his plate. That's stupid. Why would Ricky Underwood want to sleep with me? He probably didn't.

I had already finished feeding John, so I waited for Ricky to finish eating. Once he did, we loaded up all of our things, we took the elevator up to the hotel room. As soon as I made it to the bed, I set John down on it and sprawled out on it next to him. Ricky came in and set John's bag down by his crib, then turned to Amy.

"Amy, you look like you're gonna pass out. Take the bathroom first and I'll watch John."

I sighed and pushed myself off the bed, walking to retrieve my neccesary supplies to prepare for the night. I padded into the bedroom, several minutes later, and put away the clothes that I'd worn into the bag I was reserving for laundry. I barely made it to the bed before collapsing. I was tired. Very tired.

Ricky tossed my phone at me, with his toothbrush still in his mouth, and it thumped against my arm. "Amy, you need to call your parents before they freak out and think that you've been kidnapped or something."

I sighed and sat up, dialing the number to the house phone. Ricky picked up John from the bed, who was already in his pajamas, and carried him over to the rib, setting him down. While Ricky did this, I listened to the phone ring. Finally, my dad answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey dad, it's me."

"Amy! How's New York? Is John okay? Is Ricky being nice to you?"

I laughed. "Whoa, dad, slow down! One question at a time!"

I could hear him laugh over the phone. "Okay, fair enough. How's New York? Is it as beautiful as you thought?"

"Yes! It's amazing dad. Honestly, it's breathtaking."

"How's John? Is he adjusting well?"

"Well, he's alot more tired here, but that's probably because of the time change. Other than that, he's okay. He really liked the wax museum and the Yo Gabba Gabba show. You got the pictures right?"

"Yeah, they're really adorable."

"Which one was your favorite?"

"Hmmm." I could practically see him scratching his head. "Probably a tie between John and Angelina Jolie and the one where he's messing with Sharon's hair."

I laughed. "Yeah, he looked adorable in those. Ricky and I think that the one with Sharon is the cutest, but I also like that one too."

"John just looks so funny, trying to knock over Angelina Jolie, his face all angry. And you can see Ricky coming up behind him, trying to stop him. Very funny. The guys at the store loved that."

I rolled my eyes. "I bet. Is mom home?"

"Yeah, hold on." His voice became muffled, but I could still faintly hear him. "Anne, Amy wants to talk to you."

"Love you Amy, call us tomorrow."

"I love you too, dad."

Then I heard my mom on the phone. "Amy! You have no idea how much I miss you! We reallly love the pictures you sent us."

"Thanks, they're cute aren't they?"

She laughed. "Yes the are. You and Ricky seem to be getting along well."

I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Yeah, we're trying not to fight or anything while we're here. This is kinda like a family vacation for us."

"Just...Just be careful. I trust your judgement, but I really don't want history to repeat itself. We have enough babies around the house already."

I blushed and suddenly became very thankful that she couldn't see me. "No worries mom. Love you."

She sighed. "Love you too Amy. Be careful."

Then the line went dead. I exhaled and got up to put my phone on its charger. Just then Ricky walked back into the room and checked on John. "Fast asleep." he muttered.

I yawned and set my alarm for tommorow, then climbed into bed, almost instantly falling asleep. Before I completely went under, I managed to say "Goodnight." before my eyelids closed, recieving the sleep I desperately was seeking.

One Day Later (Friday Night)

Ben's POV

I knocked on the front door of Amy's house. It was only seven, so I hoped that her parents would be there. I missed Amy. To my luck, Ashley opened the door, but of course, she rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, what do you want Ben? You know Amy's not here."

"I know, I was just wondering if you'd heard from her. Have you?"

"Duh Ben. She calls us every night. But she did send us some pictures. Do you want to see them?"

I nodded and followed her into the house and Ashley came back with her laptop. I couldn't help but wonder why Amy hadn't sent me any pictures or called me. Ashley clicked on a folder on her desktop and turned the screen around for me to see. "Just press that button there to move to the next photo." She said before leaving the room.

The first few photos were of Amy and John. I smiled as I clicked through them. Then I came across one of Ricky and John. Something tugged at my heart when I saw it, but it was nothing compared to the next photo. Ricky and Amy. MY Amy. They were close enough that they were touching and they were smiling. I saw red.

I jumped off the couch and left Ashley's laptop on the table, running out the door.

Saturday morning

I had spent the entire night thinking. Thinking about the fact that Amy hadn't called, hadn't sent pictures and that she was so close with Ricky. Finally, I gave in. I called her.

Ricky's POV

I woke up to the sound of ringing. I reached out and slapped the alarm clock off the bedside table, hearing it clang on the floor. Then I realized, the noise wasn't coming from the alarm clock. Today was saturday and Amy and I had agreed to sleep in today. I followed the sound and noticed it was Amy's phone. I grabbed it and answered the phone.

"Hello?" My voice was groggy from sleep.

"RICKY! Where's Amy?" I couldn't quite figure out who it was so I reached over and shook Amy's arm.

"Amy, wake up! Your phone!"

She sighed in frustration and grabbed the phone from my hand. "Hello?" she said harshly.

Then she shot up in the bed. "Ben! No..I...what?"

I was becoming concerned. She hung up the phone and turned to me, tears threatening to run down her cheeks.

"What's wrong Amy?"

"B-Ben broke u-up w-with m-me!" she sobbed. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.

"Amy, you probably missunderstood."

"No!" she cried, "He t-thinks that I s-slept with you!"

Please Review!