Summery: Her baby was a perfect, beautiful angel, and the result of a hellish situation that all began one summer at band camp. I suck at summeries. Sorry. Rated Teen to be safe. Amy/Ricky.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Secret Life of an American Teenager or any of it's characters.
A/N: I've never written a Secret Life of an American Teenager story, but I decided to give it a try. By the way, anything in bold is Amy's point of veiw.
My last day at home was as hard as to be expected for all of us. There were a lot of tears and a lot of uncertainty. But I knew I had to leave. I needed to get a fresh start for awhile. I needed to go to a school where nobody knew of my one night rendezvous with Ricky. I needed to go somewhere where I wasn't Amy Juergens, a band geek who got pregnant by the bad boy drummer. I needed to just be Amy. But no matter my reasons, it was still hard to say "goodbye".
She was already awake when her alarm finally started to go off. Swinging her feet over the edge, she reached over and turned it off. A knock came at her door ten minutes later, and she still hadn't moved from where she sat on her bed. She glanced over her shoulder when the door opened.
"Hey." Her mother, Anne, said giving her a sympathetic smile.
"Hey." Amy replied turning her eyes back to the wall in front of her.
Sighing, Anne moved across the room and sat down beside her. "You know you don't have to go?"
"I need to, Mom. I can't face everyone anymore." The doorbell rang but neither moved to go get it.
"It's going to be hard not seeing you everyday."
"Yeah, I know."
"Someone's at the door for you." Ashley said from the door.
"I'll be right there." Amy nodded wiping any tears that lined her eyes away. Rolling her eyes, Ashley walked out into the hall. "I better go see who that is…"
Anne nodded and watched as her daughter stood and walked out of the room. Amy walked down the stairs and opened the door. Ben stood on the other side. He was staring down at his feet. When he heard the door open, he looked up at her through glossy eyes.
"Please don't go." He said before she could say anything.
"Ben." She sighed and leaned her head against the door. "I can't stay here."
"I… I don't care if you'll get fat or about Underwood or any of that. Amy, what I'm trying to say, is I love you and I don't want you to go."
She stared at him for a few moments as he looked at her pleadingly. "I'm sorry, Ben. I just… can't."
"I have to do this." Leaning forward, she gave him a soft kiss before backing into the house shutting the door.
"Amy?" Her father, George, called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Coming." She yelled back.
"I can't believe you're letting her go to your mother's." George said coldly to Anne.
"It's her decision, George."
"She's fifteen, Anne. Fifteen!" He said quietly, yet harshly.
"Don't you think I know that?" She glared. "I'm not anymore happy about this than you, but it's what's best for our daughter."
"I'm ready." Amy said sadly as she appeared in the entryway.
"Amy, are you sure, absolutely sure, this is what you want?" George asked resting his hand on her shoulder.
"I have to do this, Dad." Tears lined her eyes.
"Then, we'll support you." Anne jumped in. Slowly, George nodded in agreement. "Come on we better get you to the bus station."
She nodded as she wiped the tears that threatened to fall. Her father picked up her bag as she picked up her French horn. Her sister stood uncharacteristically quiet by the door waiting for them to come as her mother followed her closely out the door and to the car. The ride to the bus station was silent as she sat in the back seat trying to keep her tears from being noticed. George pulled the car into the parking lot not far from the entrance but didn't move towards getting out. The whole family sat still waiting for someone to make the first move towards the door. After a few moments, Amy took a deep breath and opened the door. Silently, she put her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her French horn as her family got out of the car. George grabbed her last bag and followed her towards the entrance. Once they were safely on the sidewalk, she set her bag and French horn on the ground and looked at her family.
Her mother was the first to pull her into a tight hug.
"It's not too late to back out." She whispered.
"I know, Mom. But I have to do this. It's for the best." She whispered back as tears rolled off her cheeks and soaked into the material of her mother's sweater.
"We're here for you, if you need us." She reminded her as she pulled away from her hug.
"I know." She nodded sadly before turning towards her sister. "I'll see you around, Ashley."
Her sister sighed and gave her a hug. "You shouldn't go." She said quietly.
"I have to."
Ashley pulled back as Amy looked to her father for his hug. He gave her a slightly stiff hug and a light peck on the cheek. Wordlessly, he pulled away and gave her an unconvincing smile.
"Call when you get there?"
Amy nodded as she wiped her finger along the rims of her eyes. "I guess I'll see you when you guys come up?" They all gave short nods. She picked up her bags and French horn.
"Are you positive?" Anne asked one last time.
With a fleeting smile, she nodded. "Bye." She said quietly before turning and walking towards the bus and handed the guy who was putting suitcases in the lower compartment her larger bag and instrument. Looking back at her family, she gave a short wave before boarding the bus.