Okay guys, we are at the end. Sad, I know. Thank you to all who've kept with the story even though I don't update often. Chapter name shoutout to Rachel Diggs' "Hands of Time". Check it out!

Previously on What Happens in New York:

"But you. Nice try. Now leave." said Amy, rapidly becoming more and more upset and angry.

Adrian stood up and crossed her arms. "I'm pregnant and it's Ricky's baby."

Adrian triumphantly smirked at the awkward silence following her shocking, yet completely false confession. Amy stared at her open-mouthed.

"WHAT?" she screamed, looking from Adrian to Ricky, to Adrian's stomach. "You really are that slutty, aren't you?" she yelled, near tears. Adrian simply shrugged, a bored expression on her face. Amy shook her head in utter disbelief. She turned to the open door, only to be stopped by Ricky.

"Amy, wait."

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, unable to stop the stream of tears. Ricky tried to look her in the eyes. She wouldn't let him. She raised her hand and smacked him as hard as she could across his cheek. With that, she retreated to her hotel room. Closing the door, she slid down its length, sobbing into her hands.

"Why?" she screamed, throwing her locket onto the carpeted floor.

"What the hell was that?" Ricky screamed, turning to face Adrian.

"Looks like your girlfriend just broke up with you. Wanna have some fun? I don't mind being the rebound girl." she said, tracing a finger over his chest. Ricky threw her hand off of him.

"Of course you don't mind. That's how you got pregnant, isn't it? You slept with Ben as the rebound girl. You're pathetic. What if my son had been here? Get the hell out!" he spat.

Adrian crossed her arms. "No."

Ricky threw his bags to the floor. "Adrian! Get. Out." he yelled, pointing to the door.

"No."

Ricky raised his arm, but resisted. He used every ounce of his willpower, to not hit her. He wasn't his father. He slowly lowered his arm, clenching his fists.

Through clenched teeth he angrily whispered, "I'm leaving, before I hurt you. I am not my father. No matter how much I hate you right now, I refuse to hit you. When I get back, you better be gone. I mean it, Adrian. If you are still here, I'll get security to haul your ass out."

With that, he turned on his heels and walked out the door, slamming it shut. Adrian huffed and sat back down on the bed. Ben came out from his hiding spot in the closet.

"Unbelievable. You went too far, Adrian." he said, quietly.

Adrian huffed, rolling her eyes. "They're broken up aren't they?"

"That's not the point. You went way too far, Adrian." said a frustrated Ben, turning to leave the hotel room. Before exiting he turned to her and said, "You were just supposed to make Amy jealous. Now you just started a whole mess of things." With that he left.

Adrian rolled her eyes, walking over to put her clothes on. "Why is everyone yelling at me?" she mumbled.

Ricky was sitting in a chair at the back of the room, dragging his fork through the mound of mashed potatoes on his plate. How had this whole thing gotten so messed up? Adrian. He knew the answer even before he knew the question. It all kept coming back to her. Her and her stupid lies. Now Amy wasn't ever going to forgive him. And he didn't even do anything! He thought he'd known hurt when his father abused him, but this was a new kind of hurt. Hurt in the heart.

The creaking of the seat beside him brought him out of his mashed-potato-daze. He looked up and locked eyes with none other than Ben.

"What are you doing here in New York?" he mumbled.

"Same reason Adrian was here. To break you and Amy up. But that's not what I want anymore. I want to apologize on behalf of Adrian. It wasn't supposed to end like that."

"Well just how was it supposed to end? You and Amy and me and Adrian running off into the sunshine, holding hands and becoming couples?" he scoffed, taking a sip from his soda, scowling into his plate.

"Well not exactly like that." Ben mumbled. He cleared his throat. "What matters now is that I'm sorry. You're good for her Ricky, and she's good for you. I get it now."

Ricky looked up at Ben. "I believe you. But Amy," he shook his head "she believed every word that Adrian said to her."

"Let me talk to her."

"Ben-"

"Just hear me out. Maybe she'll listen to me."

Ricky considered it. What else did he have to loose?

"Okay."

Amy sighed as she pressed play on the DVD remote, hoping that a little Vampire Diaries would help cheer her up. She had already gone through all of her candy from Dylan's Candy Bar and had moved on to some pizza she'd ordered when she went to pick John up. He was sleeping peacefully at her side, sprawled out on the bottom of the large bed. She wouldn't have to worry about him becoming scared.

It wasn't working. Her favorite character (Damon), on her favorite episode, on her favorite show wasn't working. She couldn't help the thoughts of the night's events.

"I'm pregnant and it's Ricky's baby."

The words gnawed at her over and over. It was too much for her. Too much. She didn't want to be one of those girls who cried over a guy and let it destroy her. And it wouldn't destroy her. But right now, she couldn't help but feel like it would.

A soft knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts. She groaned before getting up to walk over to it. "Who is it?" she asked.

"It's Ben."

She crinkled her eyebrows in confusion before unlocking the door. It was true. There he was.

"Come in." she said, stepping aside to allow him to enter. He walked into the room, taking in John sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of what had occurred. Ben looked at the candy wrappers that filled the trash bin. He handed her a bag.

"Here. That's for you. I figured you'd need some munchies."

She opened the bag to see some chips, popcorn and soda. She faintly smiled. "Thanks."

"I tried to call, but it just went straight to voicemail." he said, walking over to sit on the chair beside the bed. She walked back to her spot on the bed before taking a sip of the soda.

"I cut it off. I didn't want to hear it ring every five seconds." she mumbled, tapping the bottle cap.

"Amy, listen. I know what happened."

"How?"

"Well it's kind of a long story."

She raised her eyebrow. "I have plenty of time."

Ben sighed. "Well, to make a long story short, Adrian and I saw you on t.v. for the David Archuleta concert. We kinda snapped. So, we came up with a plan to make you jealous. But Adrian took it way too far, Amy. She lied. It's not Ricky's baby."

Amy nearly choked on the popcorn in her mouth. "What?"

Ben nodded. Amy shook her head, running a hand through her hair.

"How would you know?"

Ben closed his eyes. This was the part he'd been dreading. "Because it's my baby."

The scene was straight from a movie. Amy's spit take after Ben's shocking confession. Well, shocking to her anyways.

"You got Adrian pregnant?"

Ben opened his eyes. "Yes."

Amy took the news in. If Ben had gotten Adrian, that meant that Ricky hadn't. And she'd slapped him for no reason. She hadn't even let him explain! What was wrong with her?

"Well, if that's the case, why didn't you just let me think Ricky was the father?"

"Amy, I could never do that to you. I care about you. Which brings me to my next point. Somewhere along the way of this crazy messed up adventure, I realized that I'm not in love with you anymore. I still care about you, always will. But, just not in that way anymore."

Amy faintly smiled, hugging him loosely and briefly.

"Ben, thank you for telling me this. I'm sorry, but I have to go find Ricky and apologize." she said, scrambling to get her purse.

"I understand. I can watch John if you want me to."

"That would be great." she said, turning to exit.

"Oh, you should check the dining hall. That's where I just saw him."

Amy smiled at him over her shoulder, then she was gone.

"Hey Ricky." came her voice, breaking him out of his trance. He turned to her.

"Amy?" he asked, words coming out as a question unintentionally. "What are you doing here?"

Amy took the seat beside him. "Well, a little birdie told me that Adrian was lying."

"Ben?" he asked, lightly smiling.

"Yeah, Ben." she said, returning the smile. "I'm sorry, Ricky. I didn't even listen to what you had to say! Forgive me?"

Ricky smirked, tapping his chin. "Hmm, well I'll have to think about that."

Amy's mouth dropped open. She playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Jerk."

"Of course I forgive you." he said, pulling her into a kiss. After a few moments, they pulled away.

"So, what are we going to do about Adrian?" asked Ricky. Amy put a finger to his lips.

"Let's just not talk about her right now." she said, before linking her arms around his neck, sliding over to sit on his lap. "For now, if even for just tonight, let's not worry about anything but us."

Ricky leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She was right. By no means would this relationship be easy. But right now, there was no eternal commitment or judging, just Ricky and Amy.

They were as different as day and night. And yes, the good girl fell for the bad boy. The womanizing drummer fell for the innocent French horn player. Like they say, opposites attract. What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but what happens in New York doesn't stay in New York. It builds relationships, breaks them down and mends them. But most importantly, what happens in New York lasts a lifetime.

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