Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of the American Teenager or its characters. Only the characters that I create are mine.
A/N: New idea I had for a story! Okay, I know this is definitely different than probably anything that's been written for Secret Life. This is not going to be like the show, and I probably won't include any spoilers. But this story will be in character as best as I can get it. I've been reading a lot about time traveling lately (lol), and I got inspired to write this. I don't know how this story's going to work out, or if it'll even be any good. But let's just see where this goes :D I hope you like it, but if not, well.. oh, well.
Oh, and also, this story will be written in Present Tense. I know that's a little weird, but I want to see how it works. And another thing, I'm seriously not copying this idea from The Time Traveler's Wife. I'm going to put the dates though, but I promise I'm not stealing this from that book.
And one thing that I made up is Amy's birthday. It isn't mentioned in the show, so I just guessed a reasonable birthday (Since I think her birthday is sometime in the summer), and it's going to be August 15. School starts in August, and when Amy was in 9th grade, she was already 15. So her birthday must be pretty early. Amy is sixteen now.
Anyway, I've said enough! Hope you like the story! :D
(The present date in the beginning of the chapter is December 27. The beginning isn't meant to be the past. It just shows how everything began.)
Saturday, October 31, 2009
It's a typical night for me- only today is Halloween, and for the first time in two years, we actually have trick-or-treaters. I sit on the single step in the front of my house, and I see three little girls, all dressed as witches, treading through the darkness and coming my way. You know, it's a little weird handing out candy to children while juggling a seven month baby in one arm.
To be more specific, this baby is my baby- John. The kids, of course, hesitate before taking their candy so they can flash a look at John. I simply ignore them, and they take the tootsie rolls, reeses, and snickers, and, seemingly pleased, they head back down the path.
I sigh when I see about ten kids scurrying toward our house. I stand up and give the bucket of Halloween candy to my mother, who is standing right in the doorway. I don't know why kids chose to come to our house. We didn't decorate any. We haven't even had time to decorate.
We are so occupied with the two babies in the house: John, who is, of course, my son, and Robbie, my mom and Dad's three month old son that we don't have much time to do anything other than to accommodate for the children.
I shut the door when I get to my room, and I listlessly throw on John's black Halloween pajamas, which are designed with little orange candy corn and pumpkin patterns. He is calm and close to somnolence in my arms, and I be sure to tuck him into his crib in the nursery before huddling to my window and sitting between the arch.
I stare out into the gloomy night and watch kids with their parents tracing the entire neighborhood. I flinch when I hear John crying, obviously not sleeping as peacefully as I thought he was. Please, can I just have one night where a baby isn't crying? I think.
Completely shutting out the noise, and epically failing, I focus my eyes on the leaves outside of the window, blowing briskly around in the wind. The wind picks up speed and brushes loudly against the house, almost sounding like an earthquake.
Although the moon is out tonight, there are large clouds in the sky, separated apart to look somewhat like a black hole.
And when the noise gets to be too much, and when I can not help but hear the crying, I kneel down beside my window and press against my ears to try to block out the sound. In the corner of my eye, I see the door fly open.
I twist around, feeling like I'm in a trance, to see Ricky standing there in the doorway saying, "Happy Halloween!"
But everything had already started blurring out, and the room was spinning ever since I had stood up from that window to see Ricky. I rub at my eyes to try to clear my vision, but then I feel weird. I feel different, like I'm disappearing.
Ricky just stares at me, and I motion for him to leave, afraid that something's wrong with me, and I don't want him to see. And then everything changes. I feel like I'm blacking out, and then the world around me turns black for a second, and I feel like I'm flying. Or, rather, jumping into a different dimension and place in time.
This was when it all started.
Sunday, December 27, 2009 (Present)
I seek for an answer to what is happening to me. The first thing that crosses my mind when I think of this proceeding is that I'm demented and going through a mental breakdown or emotional crisis. Then I'm back in the present again, and it all seems like a dream.
But whenever I have a quick change in my mood, or when I feel overwhelmed or stressed about something, I'll end up in some different time. I haven't recognized a time yet, but so far I mostly have been traveling into the past. Only a few times I've traveled into the future.
When I go to the future it can be only minutes or hours later, but sometimes it's years into the future. None of my encounters have had any significant or noticeable meaning to them. I've come to the conclusion that I can only travel back to as far as I've been alive, which is not very long ago. Some of the times I've remembered. Like, for instance, I went back to when my family and I went to the zoo.
Thankfully, I haven't visited a time about Ricky and me or band camp or Ben. I have though, however, went to a time in Ricky's past. He was about seven or eight years old, and I saw him meeting his foster parents for the first time.
I don't know what is going on. I don't know why this is happening to me. Are there others like me? Or is it just me alone?
I've also come to the conclusion that what has happened in the past has already happened, and there's no way around it and I can't change a thing about it. Things can happen differently when I go there, but when I go back to my present, it doesn't mean anything, because nothing will change or be any different.
And I feel that the future can probably change based on what further historical actions happen, and what I do and the people around me. I don't believe that the future is set in stone. But I can't be too sure.
Right now I stand in the living room. My parents, Ashley, and I are circled around the table gawking and going through Christmas presents from two days ago. So, we aren't exactly "religious", but we choose to celebrate the holiday. It is a good environment for John and Robbie to grow up in, I suppose.
"All of this paper needs to be thrown away, Ashley," my mother says.
"We should have took care of this on Christmas, don't you think?" Dad says. "Now we have all this mess to clean up."
"Well, you guys were too busy conversing with Mimzy and all your friends that you forgot you needed to keep the place clean. Not that it's really ever clean anyway around here. Everything's always just thrown around, so it really doesn't matter, right?" Ashley comments sarcastically.
I keep quiet. I'm sure my family's wondering why I'm acting so strange, but I would just tell them that I'm tired. Why would they believe me anyway if I told them what was happening with me? This was something I could never tell anyone. I didn't want to have to go to the hospital because people think I'm crazy.
After finishing throwing away a portion of the Christmas paper, I turn from my parents and sister. "I think I'm gonna go to bed," I say.
"It's only Ten," Ashley says suspiciously.
I try to remain nonchalant. Ashley is always good about knowing when something was going on with me, and she's always good about figuring out what it is. But this time she wouldn't. Never would Ashley think I was time traveling.
Even if she happened to see me disappear, she wouldn't think that. I slowly start fading away, but then in a quick snap I'm gone. Most of the time people just think I run away or hide quickly. That's what I would think if I saw someone disappear in front of me.
I do have to be careful, though. When I feel myself starting to drift away, I have to flee from wherever I am and make sure I don't let anyone see me. Just in case. I can't control when I leave or go somewhere. It just happens. There's nothing I can do to control it.
"Yeah, but we have to go back to school tomorrow," I tell her. We've been out of school for one week before Christmas and on Christmas Eve and Day, and now the break's over. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but school was the last thing I had to worry about now. It seems that my whole life has changed, and I look at a lot of things differently now.
I go to my room and shut the door. The first thing I see is car headlights shining through my window. I jump, and then I'm gone.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
I'm in a small closet with clothes surrounding me. I barely peer out the blinds on the door, and I see two so-very-familiar people standing there in the bedroom. The father of my son, Ricky, is standing there, seemingly arguing with his "girlfriend" Adrian Lee. Of course I can't go out there. They'd know that something was weird about me.
"You don't have to go," she says.
"Yes," he says firmly, "I do. It's my son's birthday today. We'll just talk about this later."
He starts to turn around, but Adrian grabs him around the arm to stop him from leaving. "Ricky, I know you know what I want to talk to you about! I'm not letting you leave until you let me talk to you about this."
He sighs. "Fine, what is it? I really don't know."
"It's Amy," she says. Me? "I know that you're with her. We all do. There's no reason for you to get all offensive about it, Ricky! Just let me talk to you! Please!"
"You think you know everything, but you really don't," he says.
She looks upset. "You're right! Just help me understand!"
"No," he tells her. "Look, Adrian, I can't hang around here. We both have problems we need to get over, and I'm dealing with mine. I'm not going to let you cheat with me. Max deserves better than that."
Who's Max? "Whatever," she snaps. And then I see her pull something out of her pocket. She waves it around in front of her, and then pulls it to the side. And then I realize- it's a gun!
Without thinking, I run out of the closet and scream, "No, no, no! Don't do that! Stop!" They both turn around and stare at me with the most dumbfounded, questioning, and confused look on their face.
Then I feel stupid. I can tell that they're both older, while I'm only sixteen years old. I guess that they're both around twenty something. I feel like an utter moron, because I see that what Adrian is holding isn't a gun. It's just a cell phone.
"Ha...ha..." I choke out, anticipating the words sheepishly.
"Uh.." Ricky starts to fake laugh a little, too. "Adrian, would you mind leaving for just a few seconds? There's something very important I need to talk to Amy about," he says. He glares at her, waiting for her to move or to say something, and she just grimaces.
She gives the two of us a fake smile. "Of course," and then she walks out.
"Amy, how are you? What.. what is going on? When are you coming from?" he asks.
I feel my heart sink in my chest. Does he know about my time traveling? Why would I ever tell Ricky about it? Or did he just see me fade away and start asking questions? I swallow nervously and guiltily and ask, "What's the year?"
I hope to God that he doesn't think I'm insane. "The year is 2012," he answers calmly. Okay. So he does know. "What year are you coming from, Amy?" he repeats.
"2009," I say. "How," I whisper,"..how did you find out?"
"You told me," is his simple response.
I told him? Why would I tell him? And why were they both acting so weird a few minutes ago? Adrian said that Ricky is with me, but if we're together, then why is he over at Adrian's house? I scowl.
"Are we together or something?" I ask.
He shrugs. "It's complicated."
He sighs, and something about his expression makes it difficult for me to believe his words: "We're not in a relationship. We-we're not together. But neither are Adrian and I. I'm just over here because she said she needed to talk to me about something. It's something about you, but she hasn't told me yet."
"About me?" I say, and it doesn't really sound like a question. I already heard her say she needed to talk to him about me.
He nods, "Mmm," and mumbles.
"Ricky! You have to tell me more. What's going on?" I question him. I look at him, and the age in him is definitely noticeable. His hair is a little longer now; it looks about the same, only in the front it comes down longer on the side of his face.
"Do you want me to spoil your life for you?" he asks, slightly raising an eyebrow and smiling a familiar smirk.
I give him a look of disbelief.
He sighs. "In a few years you'll find out. Not much has changed, okay? Tell me, what's going on right now in 2009?"
"Nothing," I say. "It's two days after Christmas in the present. I was throwing away Christmas paper and wrapping and stuff with my parents and Ashley, and then I went to my room, saw headlights of a car, I got scared, and then jumped forward in time."
He smiles. "I'm about to come over."
"Mmhmm," he mutters. "It was just two years ago. And it was barely after Christmas, so of course I remember."
"What do you say to me?" I ask.
"You'll see. It might change. I'm not really a professional about this time traveling thing. That would be you."
"Ricky, just tell me what you remember us saying. I just want to know. I need to know how this work; I still haven't really figured it out. If the future has already happened, then does that mean nothing's really just random? Is everything really meant to happen?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't think so. I think some things are just so obvious and predictable that they're already going to happen. And then some things, the really important things, can change or not change depending on how you feel about it or-"
"That doesn't make sense!" I practically yell at him, and then I feel lightheaded. I know what's happening next. "Ricky, I have to go."
"I- I can't stop it! I'm sorry!" And everything fades out.
Thursday, August 12, 2018
I'm in a large, beautiful blue bedroom in a huge, fluffy bed. I smell a mixture of alcohol and something fruity. There's a full-body mirror straight ahead at the opposite side of the room.
I almost scream when I look to the right of me. It's Ricky. He's lying in bed beside me, halfway under the covers, with no shirt on. I shudder at the thought that he may not have any clothes on at all. He has a hint of a stubble on his chin and around his jawline, and I guess that I'm somewhere between 2015 and 2025.
"Hey," I hear a deep voice say. I gulp and notice the voice coming from him. I can't even say the name or think it. The situation is too surprising and almost overwhelming to me. "Is everything okay?"
"What's today?" I ask.
He sits up instinctively and looks like he realizes something. Then he says gently, like he answers this question a lot, "Thursday, August 12, 2018. What's the day for you? In the present?"
"It's-" I pause, forgetting the exact date. "It's 2009. Ricky, have I ever been here with you before when this time was my present?" I ask him, slowly walking myself through this so I can understand.
"Of course," he says. And then I see that uncertainty, filled with lies, in his eyes again. "Just last night you were here with me. But our times don't really work the same way. It's like there's two of you."
My eyes get really wide.
"But of course there isn't," he says quickly. "You just haven't lived this yet, but I have. We have. We started at different times, so everything's all over the place. I do miss you, though, when you're not with me."
Huh? "Whoa, what? Stop. What do you mean we have? And what do you mean we started at different times? What did we start at different times? Do.. do you travel time, too?"
"I guess I've said too much. Sorry, I forgot you don't know anything about this yet," he says, and he makes no further attempt to explain.
"I don't understand."
There is a knock at the door, and a smile almost of relief washes across Ricky's face, and he answers it by saying, "Come in."
I hear the door open, and a girl walks in. She looks around four or five years old. She has long, brown hair and big, beautiful brown eyes. She's wearing a dress and cuddling a stuffed animal with her. When she smiles, I'm gone.
Okay, so hopefully you liked it! :D I'm kind of excited for this story. I know it's different and probably a little weird, but I really want to know what you think of it! Just let me know.
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