The Book Of Me & You

"2nd, 3rd, And 100th Chances; Balancing On Breaking Branches"

A blush came to his cheeks as he took her hand, letting her lead them to the dance floor.

Putting his hands on her waist, Ricky smirked, feeling her arms linked around his neck; the slow stride of their movements sending that familiar spark through them as the music started.

And so did the memories.

Ohhh thinkin' about all our younger years

"You're special, Amy." He'd said, leaning a little further into the hard couch.

Her inner monologue was mocking her: her - special? What?

A grin came to his face, "I like you. I like you a lot. And we're going to be going to the same school, and I thought... I don't know, maybe... you and I could be... well, this could be the start of something big."

Her inner self screamed again, "Cool, be cool! Oh my God!" As he kissed her again; his lips soft and smooth against hers.

There was only you and me.

He grabbed the mess from John's tray. Her eyes widened, shaking her head vigorously at his mischievous grin. "I think it's time to get Mommy, John..."

"Ricky, no! No! No -" Amy shrieked, leaping off the chair and starting to sprint around the small kitchen, as he was copying her movements, weaving in and out between each other; the cackling one-year-old covered in chocolate, hands outstretched in her direction as he yelled "Ma ma ma ma!" Over and over again.

It took a couple of minutes of bobbing and waving through the apartment before they managed to catch her in the kitchen next to the sink. John gripped onto her shirt, smearing chocolate all over it as Ricky smeared some on her face.

We were young and wild and free

Gliding along the ice, she felt his hand starting to slip - along with his body starting to wobble as he struggled to stay on his feet. Taking another step, he went down, landing on his back, groaning, "Oh, come on!"

She giggled, taking off one of her gloves, "Haven't you ever ice skated before?"

Narrowing his eyes at her amusement at his struggle, "No!" Ricky groaned again, "I think I broke my ass!" Quickly starting to chuckle, "you know... you could fall on top of me and kiss me - like those movies you torture me with do."

Closing one eye, Amy pursed her lips, "Yeah, I could... but then I'd be dirty. And who would pull me up?" He leaned on his elbows, cocking his head, before reaching his hand to grasp hers: using enough force to tug her down, with a gasping, playful shriek, "Ricky!"

Now nothin' can take you away from me

"I can't believe it!" She shrieked, happily, flopping onto the mattress and holding her hand up to admire her finger.

Smirking, he slid next to her, rolling onto his back, and matching her admiration, "I can't either" he chuckled, leaning over for a kiss.

Reciprocating, she put her hands on his cheeks, caressing his face as his tongue gently prodded hers.

When he broke away, he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, staring deeply into her chocolate-brown eyes.

"I love you." They both said in unison, giggling after they did and adding a warranted, "Jinx!"

We've been down that road before

"You can't break that promise! You can't!" Pointing a finger at her confined body, "Do you hear me Juergens? You can't break that promise!" He wept loudly, fighting the urge to fall to the floor.