You Fill My Heart

Two Pink Lines

The always-obnoxious sound of Amy's alarm filled the tiny apartment. Groaning loudly, she sat up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and gagging on the vile taste of stale vomit from throwing up that previous night.

Ricky stood next to the sink, washing the small metal skillet he needed to make breakfast before pouring a mixture of batter into it. "Rough night?" he asked a groggy Amy, as she stumbled towards the table.

Stopping to look at him, she stiffened, eyebrows rising. "What do you mean?" His finger motioned towards her appearance: hair in every which way, dressed in his oversized t-shirt, looking completely worn out. She ran her fingers through her messy hair before heading off towards the bathroom to shower.

Returning to making breakfast, he glanced at the green numbers flashing on the stove top- alerting him it was almost 7:30.

Ricky walked into John's room; finding the toddler in a very uncomfortable position, as his legs were slung over his safety rail on the bed. Fixing his son's body to rest on the bed, he patted John's shoulder "Wake up buddy, breakfast is almost done." John groaned at the interruption, rolling over on his side and wrapping his legs inside the covers.

Ricky shook his legs this time, causing John to wake with a whine, flinging his arms in his father's direction. Gathering the proper clothing from the closet and the small dresser, Ricky placed the clothes on the bed. "Get dressed bud, your pancakes are almost ready."

Sauntering into the kitchen, Amy wrapped her arms around the back of his torso- the scent of strawberry filling his nostrils. Ricky smiled, turning slightly to face her awaiting eyes. "Good morning, can I interest you in some non-burnt breakfast?" he asked sarcastically knowing how much she hated him for making fun of her awful cooking. She didn't return the smile, " I think I'll just have some juice. I'm not really all that hungry."

"You've never once passed down my homemade pancakes..." Ricky touched her forehead concerned, "...are you feeling alright?"

Amy took his hand, removing it from her forehead, "I'm fine, just... a little tired is all."

"You look a little pale... you sure your-"

She raised her palm interrupting him, "I'm fine! Really Ricky I am."

"Alright..." he surrendered before leaning in to kiss her.

Letting the door hit the wall behind him; Ethan stepped into the apartment. Heading near the breezeway- he got the full view of his brother and his almost sister-in-law in a near make out session- tapping his knuckles against the frame.

The two were still embracing each other when Ethan coughed loudly, snapping them out of their love session. "Uhhh hi..." Ethan announced once they stared at him, breaking their embrace. "Nice ummm..." he motioned towards Amy "...outfit", who was wearing another one of Ricky's old t-shirts that was just long enough to cover her near bare legs.

Amy blushed, raking her fingers through her wet hair. "I should uh... probably get dressed." Ricky nodded, "yeah that might be a good idea", he smiled, giving a little wink as she walked away.

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It was just past noon, Amy was sitting in her summer school history class, listening to Mr. Johnson's monotone lecture about how the Stone Age was quote "A very important event in history" and how he wishes more young people would give more credit to it.

Yeah right, when will this ever apply to me in life? Amy thought to herself, causing a small chuckle to pass her lips.

Mr. Johnson stared at her quizzically, "Is there something funny about that Ms. Juergens? Do you have something to say about my lesson to the class?"