Amy's POV
I blushed when I saw my face next to Ricky's on the big screen. I looked to him, and he looked like he was stuck in some kind of trance. Everything started happening so fast, yet somehow so slow. The people all around us began screaming "KISS! KISS! KISS!" and I began blushing even more. I kept my head low but felt movement beside me so I turned. I didn't have much time to see Ricky leaning down, because after only a moment, I felt his warm lips collide with mine.
It sounds cheezy, but I honestly had the breath knocked out of me, but I definately wasn't going to pull away. Air was just going to have to wait. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he drew me in closer until I was pressed against his chest. My hands weaved their way into his thick, dark hair as I began to kiss him back. My entire body felt like it was on fire as his lips moved in perfect time with mine.
Ricky kissed me gently at first, sweet and slow. Then it became more passionate and desperate, as if the chance would never come again. It was the best kiss of my life. Nobody ever kissed me the way Ricky did right then. Time stopped, and nothing else mattered but me and Ricky, right there on the stands of Madison Square Garden.
Every single question that I had about what I felt was answered by the tingle that I felt spread all over my body as Ricky held me sweetly in his strong arms. After a few more passion filled moments, we absolutely had to break away. When we did he smiled at me, that's right, not smirked, but actually smiled. I couldn't help but return his smile. Faintly I could hear someone shout "Get a room!" and we both laughed. Ricky shifted his arm so that it was wrapped around my shoulder and he guided me down onto my seat as he took his seat next to me. Thank goodness he helped me because my knees were too weak.
We entered the hotel hand in hand, giggling like five year old girls over the concert. After our big kiss, Ricky took me to the stand of souvenirs where he bought me a t-shirt that I had wanted, and I was wearing it. The event director approached us with a smile plastered onto her face. "Ricky. Amy. So glad to see you two in a good mood."
"We are so please don't ruin it with any bad news." said Ricky. I laughed, along with the director.
"I won't. The hotel manager has informed me that there is a room available now, so one of you can move into the room down the hall from the one you have now."
Ricky and I looked at each other, silently laughing. The night that we kiss is the night that we stop sharing a room.
The woman reached out her hand, a small silver card key pressed to her palm. I grabbed it, thanking her, then left with Ricky. We wound our way through the halls of the hotel until we reached the daycare area. Ricky followed me through the door as I entered the powder-blue colored room. I spotted John immediately, of course.
I walked over to grab him from the white crib he was sleeping in while Ricky went to sign John out. After I had John settled into my arms, Ricky came over, carrying John's bag.
The elevator ride was short and quiet, as to not wake John. Once we made it to the room, I deposited John into his crib, smiling down at him sleeping peacefully. It was always so much trouble to get him to sleep when he was a baby that I could just watch him sleep for hours. It made up for the endles crying. Right now, there he was, sleeping. No doubt that he had fallen asleep early. He had been doing that more often now.
"Hey Amy, this is the bigger room, and since the crib's already here, you can just stay here. I'll move into the other one."
I turned to Ricky who was already stuffing his clothes into his red suitcase.
"Whoa, not so fast. I've been thinking and since I get him most of the time, I want you to keep this room and stay wih John for the rest of the time we're here."
Ricky was so shocked that he dropped the jacket he was holding to the floor. I couldn't help but laugh at his surprise. "Cat got your tongue?"
He shook his head. "Sorry, uh, Amy...Thank you."
"It's noth-"
"It's not nothing. Not to me." Ricky interrupted.
"I trust you Ricky. I'm sure you'll be fine." I said, my voice soft.
Unexpectedly, Ricky came up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I immediately melted into the hug. Ricky was so warm and smelled so good. Like Axe, but not too strong like everyone else, spearmint gum and something that could only be explained as "Ricky".
"What was that for?" I asked after he pulled away.
"It's just, nobody has ever trusted me before. Ever."
I felt so horrible for Ricky. As he said those words, his past that I had been trying so hard not to remember came flooding back to me. He had a horrible childhood, so of course nobody ever trusted him. After what Ricky's father did to him, Ricky became cold, and isolated. Then he would sleep with girls who he would never speak to again. People will probably think that I'm crazy for trusting him.
However, they don't know Ricky like I do. And I know this probably sounds conceited, but I feel like I know him better than anyone, even Adrian. And she dated him.
Another moment passed in awkward silence before Ricky spoke to me.
"Uh, here, I'll help you get your stuff."
I nodded. Ricky turned around, paused and turned back around. "Uh, I don't want to go through your clothes or anything so..."
I laughed, amused at his sudden awkwardness. Completely different from his usual assured self. "You can grab my stuff from the bathroom. It's all layed out on the counter top."
"Gotcha." he said, walking out the door.
Ricky's POV
Okay, so I have no idea how I turned into this nervous trainwreck around Amy. All I do know, is that somehow I ended up here, staring into the mirror of the hotel bathroom, picking up all of Amy's random stuff.
I gathered up some stick thing with a plug. I'm not sure, but think it curls your hair. I also picked up her toothbrush rolling my eyes, because it was in a plastic bag. Amy was was so OCD. I grabbed her toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner next. Then I started putting all the make up into the little bag she had.
Have I ever mentioned how it amazes me that girls think that they need all this crap to make them look better? I mean they have all these litlle tubes and containers of random, multi-colored stuff, and they put it all on their face! So, I was surprised to see that Amy only had a pink and green tube (which said it was "Mascara" on the side), a black stick thing ( which said it was "Eyeliner" on the side), a thin, clear container with several shades of colors ("Eyeshadow") and, something I finally recognized, lip gloss. I threw everything into the small bag and carried Amy's stuff into the room that we share, er, shared.
As I walked into the room, I saw Amy sitting on the bed next to her bags.
"Here's your stuff." I said, holding out my hands for her to take everything. She stood up and sauntered over to me and collected everything, placing it into a bag that was open. "Thanks."
I grabbed one of her bags, slinging it onto my shoulder and followed her out the door and down the hall to a similar looking hotel room door. Amy slid her card key into the slot and waited for the green light to flash, indicating that it was unlocked.
As she stepped into the door, I tossed her bag to the floor, recieving an eye roll from her, accompanied by a smile.
"Okay, see you tomorrow Ricky. Take care of my little boy."
I smirked. "No problem."
And then, because I couldn't help it, I kissed her goodnight. She smiled and waved to me before closing the door. After she did, I walked back to the room, trying to figure out why my lips were tingling.
* Earlier that night, in California *
The teenagers buzzed around the large room in the Boykewich's house, chatting, playing foosball, and watching the television.
"I don't see why we have to watch this stupid David Archuletta concert." grumbled Ben.
Adrian held up a hand, rolling her eyes. "Of course we're watching it. I like his songs, so we're going to watch it."
"Yeah, I really like his music." added Grace, who was sitting beside Ben on the couch. Adrian was on Ben's other side.
"Okay, now this next one, you may know. Because it's time for the Crush Cam! When the camera lands on you, you have to kiss the person next to you!"
"Ugh." mumbled Ben, but he was quickly silenced by the "Shh!" coming from the girls in the room.
I hung up the phone tonight,
something happened for the first time,
Deep inside there's a rush, what a rush
The camera landed on an older couple. They gave each other a quick peck on the lips.
'Cause the possibility,
That you would ever feel the same way,
About me,
Just too much, just too much
The screen flashed to another couple.
Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you,
You've got me hypnotized,
So mesmerized,
And I just got to know
"Seriously, I didn't even want my dad to throw me this stupid party, now I have to watch this crap?" said Ben, frustrated.
Do you ever think,
When you're all alone,
All that we can be,
Where this thing could go,
Am I crazy or Falling in love?
Is this really just another crush?
"I'm turning it off." he said, standing to grab the remote.
Do you catch a breath,
When I look at you,
Are you holding back?
Like the way you do,
'Cause I'm tired of trying to walk away,
I know this crush ain't going away
He heard Adrian gasp and several others stopped talking. One guy even whistled.
When Ben looked up, he was looking at Ricky and Amy. Kissing. On a LIVE. CONCERT!
Ben's grip on the remote tightened as Adrian stormed out of the room. Ben quickly followed her.
He found her sitting on the floor outside of the door. "Adrian, are you okay?"
Adrian's tears were soft, running down her cheeks, leaving a trail of watery mascara. Ben slid down beside her. He rubbed small circles onto her back. "Adrian, I know that you're upset right now, but how'd you like to get them back?"
Adriand looked up at him, an evil grin spreading over her face.
"What's the plan?"
Author's Note: So, I know what you're thinking: where has she been? Well I'm back and soooo sorry for the long wait.
Thanks to ArTeMuS09 for the idea in this chapter! You rock!
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter!