The doorbell rang. Amy Jeugens ran to the door quickly and held her breath. John had been picked up, check. She'd brushed her teeth, check. She had set the alarm, check.

"Hey you," Amy smiled as she opened the door. Prepare for awkward first date moments, check.

"Hey, you look great." Said Carson, as he looked Amy over.

"Thanks, you too." Amy smiled; she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. He was just so cute.

"Are you ready?" Carson asked, smiling slyly.

"Yeah, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." Carson winked.

Ricky stood at the bowling alley with John in his arms. This was so silly, he was nervous. Where was Peyton? She should be here by now. Ricky hadn't felt this nervous since his first date, and he could barely remember that. When he had offered to pick her up she had declined and said she would meet him at the bowling alley.

He watched as a black SUV drove into the parking lot and stared hopefully. He watched as Peyton got out of the passenger seat rather gracefully for someone who called herself clumsy. She waved at the driver and ran towards Ricky and John.

"Hey baby," She smiled as she reached them.

"Well hello to you sweetie." Ricky responded.

"I was talking to John." Peyton laughed and rolled her eyes and then hugged Ricky and John.

After they had gotten their shoes and played a bowled a few round, Ricky gave up in defeat. Peyton was a great bowler and they were having a blast. She was super cool about John, and he liked that in a girl. Adrian had always been a bit awkward around John, but Peyton was seemed to really enjoy John and John seemed as mesmerized by Peyton as Ricky was.

Peyton and Ricky sat in a booth at the small little diner in the bowling alley, eating fries and cracking jokes. They were having a good time, and everything between them seemed to come so naturally.

While Peyton was telling Ricky a story about how she had broken her arm at summer camp one year, John had decided to become fussy and cry.

"Sorry, he's probably a little tired." Ricky said, beginning to pick him up from his highchair. "I'll go get the bill."

"Oh I'll get it," She said, and when Ricky shook his head no and said that he would be paying, she continued, "If you won't let me pay, then I'll hold John while you go pay."

"Seems like an even trade." Ricky smiled, and handed John to Peyton. "He might have a fit though, he's exhausted."

"I can handle it." Peyton smiled sweetly at Ricky and then at John, whose hand were once again amerced in Peyton's long locks of hair.

Ricky walked to get the bill, at the cash register he stood thinking how great this girl was. She was so cool with everything. Usually girls wouldn't have wanted John with them, he was just something cute to look at but annoying to take care of for them. Ricky looked over his shoulder at Peyton and John, who were giggling at each other with John's hands pulling at Peyton's hair, Ricky couldn't help but to smile himself.

"Look at that girl over there; she can't be more than 18." Ricky's head spun around to look for the person whose voice just spoke those words.

"I know, right? Who is stupid enough to have a baby at that age?" Said another voice.

"Who is stupid enough to still be working at a bowling alley diner when they are 30?" Ricky said, when he had found the owners of the two voices. Two middle aged women stood and stared at him in shock. "That's right. Shut up about things you know nothing about." He said, when they hadn't responded but instead stared blankly.

He wouldn't have anyone talking that way about Peyton or John, even if Peyton wasn't John's mother. They were still insulting her, and he would have done the same thing if it were Amy. People were just so ignorant and stupid.

Amy Juergens had a blind fold over her eyes, with Carson's strong hands leading her way. She could tell by the smell of the air that they were by water. The saltiness of the air was making her thoughts fuzzy, when they were already tangled up from her nerves.

Even though the date had barely started, she already knew it would be a good one. She could feel it in the breezy air surrounding them. Amy felt as Carson led her onto a dock and then pulled the blindfold off to reveal a large yacht.

"Hello Mr. Powers and company." smiled a man in a tuxedo.

"Hello, Harvey." smiled Carson kindly, helping Amy onto the giant boat.

Amy was speechless. The boat was almost the same size as her house, and it had a butler. She took in her surroundings as Carson led her through the boat's deck. There were lights hanging around it, lighting up the boat during twilight and a table set for two with a bottle of champagne in ice beside a bunch of roses.

"Wow." was all Amy could muster.

"It's not too much?" Carson asked, as he pulled out her chair for her.

"It is too much…" Amy said, sitting down.

"Really? I would have taken you somewhere else… I just thought this would be more… intimate." Carson spoke as he sat himself down.

"Oh, no. I mean, I like it here. It's perfect." Amy said, "You know, you don't have to impress me."

Carson smiled shyly.

"You are so… different." Carson spoke slowly.

"Not really." Amy said, clearing her throat, she didn't want to be different. She wanted to be normal because her life was far from normal. But, Carson didn't know that.

"I hope you aren't opposed to champagne." Carson asked awkwardly.

"No, not at all." Amy smiled, she could use some to loosen her up a bit.

Carson poured her a glass and Amy lifted her glass to propose a toast.

"To first dates," she smiled.

"To beautiful first dates," Carson smiled.

And they drank.

Ricky and Peyton were standing outside the butcher shop smiling at one another. Peyton had a sleeping John in her arms, and her other hand in Ricky's.

"Do you want to come up for a bit?" Ricky asked, smiling deeply.

"I want to…" Peyton smiled, but then frowned. "I can't though."

"We don't have to do anything…" Ricky said, being slightly untruthful.

"It's not that. That red headed lady seemed pretty clear when she told me to stay away." Peyton said.

"Bunny? Yeah, what was with that?" Ricky asked, he'd forgotten all about the incident.

"I'm not sure, I have an idea. But, I'm not sure." Peyton said, being slightly untruthful also.

"If I get you up there, you promise you'll tell me?" Ricky asked.

"I promise." Peyton smiled.

"Okay, give me John and then meet me out back by the fire escape." Ricky smiled, "Be careful."

"I have pepper spray in my bag." She winked and handed over John to Ricky, who went inside and walked up stairs.

Ten minutes and a knee scrape later, Ricky was helping Peyton climb through one of his windows. As she climbed though, she stumbled into him. Ricky caught her before they both landed on the floor.

"Ooof." Ricky let out as she fell on top of him. "You weren't kidding when you said you were clumsy."

"I am so sorry." Peyton said, putting her hands over her mouth and scrambling upwards, holding out a hand to Ricky.

"Its fine," Ricky laughed and got up from the floor.

"Ow," Peyton said, looking down at her bloody knee cap.

"How did that happen?" Ricky asked, grabbing her leg.

"I'm a spaz, as you must recall." Peyton giggled, while Ricky went to get his first aid kit. He came back, sat Peyton down and began tending to her leg.

"You know… you are really sexy when you act concerned." Peyton smiled down at Ricky.

"You know… you are really sexy all of the time." Ricky replied, looking up from Peyton's leg. Peyton couldn't control herself, she kissed him on the lips passionately. Ricky grabbed her from the chair she was sitting in and laid her down on his couch without removing his lips from hers.

And they stayed like that.

Amy was a little drunk. Between them, Carson and Amy had finished the champagne. They had finished their dinners and everything was going perfect. They had been chatting and both of their nerves had died down. Amy was feeling rather light headed though, while Carson was feeling overly warm even in the night breeze.

"Would you like to dance?" Carson asked, smiling stupidly.

"Why yes sir." Amy said, and they got up and moved swaying to the center of the deck, locked arms and slow danced together. Carson was so tall that Amy had to look up at him and he had to look down at her. They talked about nothing in particular and held each other as the 'danced' in one spot.

Amy could not help but think that this was really romantic, it seemed like something out of a fairy tale and it was happening to her, finally happening to her. Though she couldn't help thinking it was kind of a lie, would Carson have asked her out if he had known she was a teen mother? She didn't think so. She had wanted this night to be perfect, but she really liked Carson… she wanted to go on a second and third date with him. She knew she couldn't be untruthful with him…

"Carson, I have to tell you something…" Amy said looking up at him.

But Carson wasn't paying attention; he got caught up in Amy's eyes and bent in to give her a kiss. At that exact moment, Amy felt her stomach do a flip and ran out of Carson's arms and to the side of the boat, she leaned over and vomited into the water. Carson ran over and held her hair.

"The thought of kissing me is that bad?" Carson laughed.

"No," Amy said pausing to throw up some more. "I'm just feeling really funny."

"You must've drunken too much." Carson said. And that's the last thing Amy could remember.

Ricky was on top of Peyton, his fingers in her hair and his other hand resting on her breast. She hadn't objected to this. They continued to kiss passionately, and all the pent up tension between them didn't seem to disappear, but to get even more intense.

Ricky's hand was sliding down Peyton's body, and then worked its way back up to her thigh, he made his way to slide his hand up her dress.

"Stop," Peyton moaned.

"Why?" Ricky whispered between kisses on her neck.

"Because…" Peyton said, she hand's still roaming over Ricky's back.

"See, your saying stop… but your body is doing something entirely different." Ricky groaned.

Peyton then froze. "Stop. Please."

Ricky complied right away and rolled to lay beside Peyton. He was somewhat annoyed that she had said to stop, but he wasn't going to show it because he felt lucky to even be kissing her so passionately.

"What's wrong?" He asked, resting his arm over her stomach.

"I… promise you won't laugh." Peyton said going red in the face.

"Does this have something to do with Bunny? Are you going to tell me why she kicked you out?" Ricky looked hopeful.

"No, and I'll tell you that when I feel like it." Peyton said.

"Okay… then what is it?" Ricky asked. "If you are one of those girls who aren't cool with the whole first date sex thing, I respect that."

"Well thanks for respecting that, but it isn't just that…" Peyton said, avoiding Ricky's glance.

"Just spit it out," He said, looking down at the beautiful girl.

"I… I'm a virgin."

Longest chapter yet! At least I think… ;) Thoughts? Thanks for reading! Please review!