Summary: Yes, we all hate Amy. She burned Jo's book, she took Jo's trip to Europe and she stole Laurie as well. But what if we looked through those situations through the youngest March girl's eyes. This story takes us through Amy's side of the story, longing for the love of a man devoted to her sister, acceptance and happiness. Mostly film based with hints of Jo and Laurie, leading up to the proposal.

Author's Note: This story is in no way a defense of Amy or her sometimes horrid actions, but merely an interpretation about how she might have felt and why she may have acted the way she did. I am a strong lover and supporter of Jo and Laurie, but this concept seemed interesting and intriguing to me. I hope I can do it justice. Chapter One is soon to follow, I just wanted to go ahead and get this out there. As always, comments, feedback and suggestions are always welcomed!

The Loves and Longings of Amy March


"Jo! Laurie! Wait!" Amy cried hopelessly as she raced to keep up. Her young, small legs could not keep up with the strength and power behind the older two. They had a purpose driving them as well, 'Get away from Amy as quickly as possible before she finds out where we're going'. Amy's legs and lungs pumped furiously but they were no match for her sister and friend's determination, so, dejectedly Amy stopped running and simply stood in the middle of the unforgiving forest. She could feel a wave of sadness wash over her as she could hear Jo's triumphant laughter above the trees.

Ruddy faced and tired Amy slowly made her way back to Orchard House, her anger and sadness mixing furiously in her stomach. There she would find Beth reading aloud by the fire and Meg calmly listening and finishing her needlepoint. Marmee was out with Hannah buying supplies and the littlest March felt all alone, although Meg instantly dropped her pattern and begged Amy tell her what happened. Sniffing and sulking, Amy could barely manage the anger in her voice as she pointedly said, "Jo."

Beth cast a sorry look at Amy then through the window where she was undoubtedly looking for her closest sister. Meanwhile Meg drew Amy up in her arms, seeming to know just what to do and say as she gently rubbed her back, trying to coax the aggravation out of her little sister.

And so it went for many years, Jo would often run and successfully hide from Amy when she wanted to keep Laurie for herself and out of the garret and Amy, shaken and cross would near retaliate on things dearest to Jo. She became less and less inclined to lash out when she was left out or ignored by the pair, but rather kept it inside, letting it develop into an austere passion that filtered out into virtually everything she did. The rest of her schooling was pushed by it, her artwork, her rapturous devotion to attracting the opposite sex, and the perfection that seemed to embody everything that was Amy March.