Okay, so after watching the promo for the new episode 'Hot Nuts', I decided to write this story, since my other one didn't turn out too well. Anyway, Let me know if you like this story or not and I'll continue writing it.

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"Amy, would you please at least let me talk to you?" Ricky called to Amy, following after her into the kitchen of her house. It was eight at night, and Ricky was trying to get Amy to let him take John over to his apartment for the night. She decided he wasn't going to give up, so she turned around and, aggravated, she placed her hands on her hips.

"Okay, talk," she snapped to him, releasing a loud sigh.

Ricky groaned as he became impatient and said, "Look, I know you don't like me taking care of John for some reason, but he is my son as much as he is yours. If I want to have him at my apartment, I will. If I want Adrian to hold him, then she will. She isn't going to hurt him, and I'm not going to hurt him, so I don't see the problem."

She rolled her eyes and muttered, "Of course you don't. There's never a problem with you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, confused.

"I don't know. What do you want it to mean?"

"Um," he shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I have no idea at all what you meant by that, but I'm going to get John." He headed towards the hallway to Amy's room but was stopped halfway when he heard her groan.

He turned around and sighed, "What?"

"I don't want you taking him over there! Especially if Adrian's going to be over there with you! He's my son, Ricky, and you can't just take him over to your apartment without my permission," she practically yelled at him.

"Well, don't I have your permission?," Ricky asked.

They both stood there, glowering at each other for a moment, before Amy rolled her eyes and finally answered, "No, you don't have my permission."

"Look, I don't care! I'm taking him over there whether you like it or not!" he said angrily, restraining himself from yelling. He turned quickly around and sauntered

"No! You're not!" She shouted. When she reached her room, she saw Ricky standing in there, already holding John as he got ready to leave.

"Oh, yes I am, Amy!" He insisted.

"No you aren't!" She argued, annoyed, as she followed Ricky out into the living room where he was taking John. "Stop! You aren't taking him! You can't do that! I said I don't want you taking him over there!"

"I don't care," he replied.

"I know you don't. You don't care about anything or anyone except yourself and doing whatever you want. You never listen to anyone! You just do whatever you want to do, but you aren't going to anymore! Not if you want to see John."

He laughed and said, "You can't stop me from seeing my son. I am taking him over to my apartment, and you're just gonna have to get over it. Adrian was right. You think you know everything just because you have a baby. But you don't, so maybe you should grow up and see that."

"Excuse me?" She said in a low, annoyed voice. "You think I need to grow up? Ricky, I do not think I know everything! You need to grow up and realize that the whole world does not center around you, and you can't always get whatever you want."

"That's not true," he said smugly. "I usually end up getting what I want." He smirked.

"Well not this time!" Amy yelled at him. She grabbed John away from him and took him into her own hands. "If you want John to go over there, then you better keep Adrian away from him!"

Ricky laughed quietly to himself and smirked, "Why? Are you jealous of Adrian or somethin'?"

She pulled her eyebrows together and shook her head in disbelief. "What? Of course I'm not jealous!" She rolled her eyes at him and said scornfully,"Why would I be jealous of Adrian?"

"I don't know. Maybe because she's sleeping with me," he said egotistically.

"So? I don't care. Why would I be jealous of that?" Amy asked as she folded her arms across her chest. "But maybe you could take a break from that for a while."

"Maybe I don't want to."

"I bet you don't," she murmured. "You know what? I don't even really care what you do. Just take John over to your apartment if you have to, but you keep Adrian away from him. I mean that, Ricky. If I see her over there again when you have John there then-"

"Then you can't do anything about it, and you won't. Give me my son," he said furiously.

Ricky carefully snatched John away from Amy and glared at her for a second before walking toward the door. Before he could open it, the door flew open and revealed Ben standing there in the doorway.

"Oh." He said, shocked. "I just came over to see Amy. I wasn't spying or anything."

"Okay? I never said you were." He turned around and smirked as he said smoothly, sounding fake, "Bye Amy, see you at school."

She nodded, waiting until he shut the door before rolling her eyes to herself. She folded her arms again across her chest and scowled at Ben. "What are you doing here so late? Are you sure you weren't spying on me?"

"I'm not. I- uh, didn't think it was that late. It's only nine o'clock, right?"

"Yep, but we have school tomorrow." She said, but changed the subject, "Ricky and I weren't doing anything if that's what you're thinking. I don't know what it is about you and Adrian that makes you constantly jealous, but it is really starting to annoy me."

"I'm not jealous. I really just wanted to see you, Amy, jeez. What's wrong? I mean, you can't really tell me that I have nothing at all to be jealous of. You and Ricky were- um, involved last year. It's not likely for someone to just get over that so quickly."

She stared at him in disbelief and shouted, "Ben! How could you say that? See, you are jealous! And you can't honestly tell me that I don't have anything to be jealous of! Did you do something this summer, Ben?"

"Excuse me? Did I what?"

"Did you have sex in Bologna this summer?" She said slowly. "Truthfully, did you? You've been acting really weird lately, and I.. I just really don't know what to believe anymore. I really don't. So if you did have sex, then it would be so much easier on me if you would just tell me. Then I wouldn't have to worry about it every day. So it'd be a lot better if you would just tell me."

He looked down at the floor and sighed before looking back up at her and saying quietly, "I think we need to take a break for a while."

"Oh, you do? So that must mean that you did have sex this summer, and you breaking up with me is just a way to cover it."

"No, I just.." He let out a loud, painful breath and put his hand around her arm. "Amy, when I went to Italy, I-"

"Don't tell me! I already know," she interrupted him.

"No, just let me continue," he demanded. He looked at Amy and waited a few seconds before continuing, "When I went to Italy, I- I saw so many couples, they just looked so happy and care-free. They didn't have to try so hard at their relationship, and that- that's what I want. I thought we used to be that way, but it's been getting really hard for me lately. I understand why and I know you're going through a lot now, but I just want to take some time for a while. I do love you Amy, and I want to be you forever. But I need more than that. I need more than just barely getting by- barely talking to each other without getting upset about something, barely hanging out anymore. We just have to try so hard, or at least I do, and it never seems to be enough for you. Maybe things have happened the way they have for a reason. It might sound crazy, especially to me, but maybe the reason you had a baby is because you were meant to be with Ricky, and maybe we just weren't meant to be. But you have to realize that I do love you, and nothing will ever change the way I feel about you. It's just different now than it was- not for me really, but for you. I still love you as much as I always have. I just.. I need more than that. I need happiness and freedom and love, real love.. I'm sorry, Amy, that things have happened the way they have..I wish it could be different, but it can't be."

Ben looked at Amy with sad eyes and saw she was crying, and he realized that he also had tears in his eyes. Amy forced herself to look up at him, and she said, "I'm so sorry, Ben! I understand. And I want that, too, but it's really hard when I have a baby!"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you," he continued. "I don't care that you have a baby. I want.. I want a relationship that understands the flaws and just accepts them and somehow learn to love each other from that." Ben quickly wiped the tear from his eye and leaned in and kissed Amy. "Bye, Amy."

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"Ricky, it's me. Open the door," Ricky heard Adrian say from behind the door. He groaned silently to himself and placed John down into his high chair behind his kitchen. He hesitated as he thought about what Amy said about not wanting Adrian around John. Adrian continued knocking on the door, so he let it go and decided to open the door for her.

"Can I help you?" He asked, slightly annoyed, barely opening the door to look at her standing there.

"Yeah you can actually," she said seductively with a smirk on her face. "But you could start by letting me in."

Ricky smirked back at her and said egotistically, "Amy says you aren't allowed to come over when John's here."

She laughed furiously and scowled. "I don't care what Amy says. If you want me here, then it doesn't really matter what she wants. She'll get over it. She's a mother, it's about time for her to grow up a little."

Ricky stared at her after finally letting her in and asked, "Have you been talking to Amy or something?"

"Yeah, I've talked to her a few times, but she's not really that fun to talk to," she said indifferently.

"Well, obviously you've talked to her before. That isn't what I meant. Have you talked to her tonight after I left her house?"

"No, I haven't. What makes you think that?"

"Nothing. Just forget it. So, did you want something? What do you want?" He asked as he walked away from Adrian. He picked up John from his high chair, and he held him in his arms as he walked back over to Adrian.

"Oh, I always want something." She replied.

"Well, I'm busy tonight," he replied, playing hard to get.

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow. "Busy with what? Or I guess a better question is, busy with who? With Amy?"

Ricky rolled his eyes at her jealousy. "No. I'm just busy. We aren't married or anything, I don't have to tell you what I'm doing. I have my son here if you can't see that. I'm not in the mood for company."

"You're always in the mood for company," she corrected him. "But if you want, I guess I'll just leave. I wish you'd let me stay, but I get it.." She started walking towards the door. She turned around in the doorway to face him and continued, smirking, "But I could come back in the morning."

"John will still be with me in the morning," he replied quickly. "I'll just see you later, I guess.

She crossed her arms and stood there glaring at him. "You guess? Can't Amy just pick him up in the morning? Or can you not drop him off?"

Ricky gently rocked John back and forth as he fed him and said disinterestedly, "She might be over here in the morning to get him, I don't really know. She didn't even want me to take him over here. But like I said, I'm too busy to play now."

"Mhm, I'm sure you are," she said with sarcasm. "Fine then, I'll just see you at school. But are you sure you don't want me to sleep over? It'd be worth it."

Without looking at her, he said, "I'm very sure." He put John back down and walked over to the door. "Bye, Adrian," and with that, he shut the door after she left.

"Finally, she's gone," he said to John and mostly himself.

He nonchalantly plopped down onto his couch and picked up his phone. Hesitatingly, he dialed a number and smiled smugly to himself. This was sure to make Adrian jealous.