This is my first Secret Life story. I got the idea from Michelledabell over on the Secret Life forum and borrowed the idea. Leave your opinions, this is just chapter one, so let me know what you think.
Amy's Point of View
Where had the years gone? I stared at the ceiling above my bed, laying my hand on my stomach, it was my thirtieth birthday today. It had been nearly 18 years since John was conceived and born, and here I was, pregnant with his little sister. I threw the blankets off and climbed up from the bed, throwing on my bathrobe and going down to the kitchen. John was already sitting at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal sitting in front of him. He had his father's eyes and his classic smirk. I turned on the stove, grabbing a pan and frying some eggs and bacon, knowing all too well that the bowl of cereal wouldn't suffice. I pulled out a plate and put food on it handing it to John.
"Thanks mom, has anyone told you you're getting huge lately?" He smiled at me after swallowing abite of eggs.
"You do everyday dear." I gave his shoulder a squeeze and walked back into my bedroom. Ricky walked out of the bathroom and came over to me, giving me a kiss before rubbing my stomach.
"Four more weeks Amy," He was so excited, I couldn't help but smile. I loved him, this side of him came out shortly after John's birth and it hadn't disappeared since.
"Johns in the kitchen eating, if you want the food left in the pan you better hurry, I swear he eats his weight in food." He laughed and walked out of the room into the kitchen. I stood in the doorway and listened to their conversation, smiling to myself before going into the bathroom. I stripped down from my pajamas and climbed into the warm shower.
John's Point of View
I washed my plate off, sticking it into the dishwasher, and grabbed my bags running out to my car. It was my first day of my last year of high school, although I had been having practices for the football team for the past month, it was worth it. I made varsity again, it was my third year on the starting lineup. I climbed out of the car and walked in the front doors, the same doors my parents had passed through fifteen years ago.
"John," I looked over at Mike walking towards me. He threw a jacket at me, "That's your letterman jacket, you left it at practice last night."
"Don't plan on it happening again," I turned back to my locker and shut the door, running to where they all stood. "Oh shit I'm sorry." I bent over and picked up the books I had knocked out of her hands. I gathered them all up and handed them to her. Her blonde hair was in curls and she was wearing a light yellow sundress with layers on the bottom and a strip of the same fabric running down the middle, the straps tying behind her neck.
"Hi, I'm Olivia. Are you John?"
"Yeah, how'd you know that?" She blushed, realizing how weird she must sound.
"My parents told me about you. They went to school with your parents, actually my mom is pretty good friends with your mom."
"Who's your mom?"
"Grace Pappas," I nodded remembering who she was.
"I saw her a couple of weeks ago. Are you a freshman this year?" She nodded, smiling as she waved, walking off towards the band room. I couldn't help but steal a glance back at her.
Olivia's Point of View
John Underwood. According to my mom, has his dad's infamous smirk, I'll have to see that sometime. He had deep brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. He must have had a lot of his dad's appearances then because I've met Amy. He doesn't look much like her, except he does have her nose.
"Olivia!" I jumped in my seat and looked at Mr. Andrews.
"Why aren't you playing?" I jolted remembering I was in band and picked up my flute and began playing with everyone else, my face burning red. Band couldn't have been anymore embarrassing and I ran from the room when the bell rang. I wasn't going to lie to myself, John was cute, well more than cute, but he wouldn't like girl like me. He's a freshman with a letterman's jacket, meaning he's a varsity football player. He'll probably end up dating some cheerleader for all I know.
"Olivia," I turned and saw John running towards me, I looked away turning red. How did people always time these things?
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, I have a favor to ask of you."
"Sure, go ahead," I tried to study his face and figure out what he was going to say before he said it, but I had no such luck.
"Okay, well I know I don't know you very well, and this would be strictly as friends, but I need someone to come with me for my Aunt Ashley's wedding. If I don't have a date, I'm stuck dancing with my Aunt Jennifer, actually I think your friends with Jennifer."
"Jennifer Jurgens? My best friend, is your aunt?"
He nodded, "Apparently. Anyway, I'd rather not get stuck dancing with her all night, so what do you say?"
"Yes, thank you," He gave me and quick hug and ran off.
Amy's Point of View
I started making dinner knowing Ricky would be home from work soon and John home from football soon after that. Our house was two stories, plenty of bedrooms. I wasn't the best decorator, but it had a homey feel to it. I looked around the kitchen making sure I had the groceries all put away and the table set. Everything was in its place.
"Hey Amy," I looked over as Ricky walked over and kissed me on the cheek.
"I hope you guys are hungry, I got a little cooking happy."
"Guess what mom," I looked at John before saying what to please him, "I got a date for Aunt Ashley and Tom's wedding, so Aunt Jennifer can dance with Uncle Jacob at the wedding."
"Really, who might this date be?"
"Jack and Grace's daughter?" I looked over at Ricky who had walked back in the room.
"Yeah, that'd be her parents." I asked Ricky to watch dinner while I went upstairs to the bathroom. I stopped by our room and grabbed the phone.
"Hey Grace, it's Amy."
"Amy, hi! I haven't seen you since your last appointment, what's up?"
"Well, I don't know if Olivia has brought this up yet, but John asked her to Ashley's wedding."
"Yeah, I hope that's alright with you."
"No, Amy don't worry about it, it's fine. Oh you need to get a picture for me though. Can you believe they are already in high school?"
"Not by any means, I can't believe John's a senior already, Don't worry Grace, I will, but I need to go finish dinner, I just wanted to run that by you." I hung up the phone and went back downstairs, putting the food on the plates and taking them to the table.