The Secret Diary of Ashley Juergens by Courtney Kelley : Turk Ashley; Turk Juergens Page A
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squeaky voice trying to calm my dad down (“No, no, Mr. Juergens, you’ve got it all wrong!”) has been very entertaining.
While Mom was on the phone, I helped Amy climb out the window. I’ve never needed help climbing out the window. It’s not that high and with a little “mind over matter” mentality it can go quite quickly. With the way Amy’s year has gone so far, I’m sure she’ll master it in no time.
I climb out the window only when I need time to myself . . . and to avoid my mother.
I still don’t know where Amy’s going. All I know is Ben and Adrian picked her up. She told me she loved me. It surprised me and scared me at the same time. Did that mean she wasn’t coming back? It was more like a good-bye “I love you” than an “I’m just reminding you that I love you.” It’s the same tone Dad used right before he left with his suitcase. I told her to just go. What I really meant was “Just go but please come back.” She’s the only one around here who treats me like an adult.
Please come back, Amy.
I told Mom that Amy was in the bathroom, which at this point—given all the crying and drama and morning sickness—was very believable. I asked if she was going to let Amy marry Ben. She said they’re too young. I can’t believe Amy’s even thinking of marriage after witnessing Mom’s and Dad’s behavior recently. I mean, Ben seems like a nice guy—he wants to be with Amy even though it’s not his baby—but I’m sure Mom didn’t think any of this would ever happen with Dad when they got married. And Mom wasn’t even pregnant with another guy’s baby. It just all seems so complicated. Could marriage possibly uncomplicate it? What am I even saying? I think I’m hearing The Twilight Zone theme music again. Cue Rod:
“Picture if you can a world where the institution of marriage isn’t so much a destination but an escape. An escape from your worries and problems until you discover that your loving partner has become your worst enemy, to have and to hold until death do you part. Throw a baby into the mix and you have the exact reason Ashley Juergens is choosing to live the single life in . . . the Twilight Zone.”
2:37 P.M.
MY DAD WANTS TO COME HOME! MY DAD WANTS TO COME HOME! MY DAD WANTS TO COME HOME!
I overheard him telling Mom. Obviously, she’s not thrilled and doesn’t really want him back here, but at least he wants to come home. He also wanted to find out from me how Amy ended up having sex and getting pregnant despite his constant warnings. I broke it down for him:
AMY + BAND CAMP – FRENCH HORN + RICKY + 2 ½ MINUTES – CONDOM = PREGNANT
(See, I was paying attention in math class.) I also told him that Ricky has a girlfriend named Adrian. Out of everything I told him that seemed to bother him the most. Umm, why? He doesn’t even know this girl, so why would he care so much? Why am I even worrying about it? I have too much to think about already. Dad also asked if Mom was seeing anybody. Jealousy isn’t usually good in a relationship, but it’s good in this case. Maybe if he’s jealous he’ll want to move back for good.
I told him she’s seeing ten other guys. Okay, I didn’t. I wanted to and I came very close, but I didn’t.
3:32 P.M.
Amy came back with Mom. She went to go “take care of it,” as they say, but ended up changing her mind. She didn’t want to talk about it. I know Amy didn’t tell me where she was going in order to protect me, but I wish she had. I could have gone with her, supported her. But I didn’t take it personally because she came back home, she told me she had decided to keep the baby—and Dad’s home, at least for a little while.
7:12 P.M.
Amy and Mom were talking in the kitchen tonight. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it sounded like a nice talk. That must mean Amy will be talking to Mom more about everything. That’s good. It’ll cut down on the window escapes.
And Amy probably got
While Mom was on the phone, I helped Amy climb out the window. I’ve never needed help climbing out the window. It’s not that high and with a little “mind over matter” mentality it can go quite quickly. With the way Amy’s year has gone so far, I’m sure she’ll master it in no time.
I climb out the window only when I need time to myself . . . and to avoid my mother.
I still don’t know where Amy’s going. All I know is Ben and Adrian picked her up. She told me she loved me. It surprised me and scared me at the same time. Did that mean she wasn’t coming back? It was more like a good-bye “I love you” than an “I’m just reminding you that I love you.” It’s the same tone Dad used right before he left with his suitcase. I told her to just go. What I really meant was “Just go but please come back.” She’s the only one around here who treats me like an adult.
Please come back, Amy.
I told Mom that Amy was in the bathroom, which at this point—given all the crying and drama and morning sickness—was very believable. I asked if she was going to let Amy marry Ben. She said they’re too young. I can’t believe Amy’s even thinking of marriage after witnessing Mom’s and Dad’s behavior recently. I mean, Ben seems like a nice guy—he wants to be with Amy even though it’s not his baby—but I’m sure Mom didn’t think any of this would ever happen with Dad when they got married. And Mom wasn’t even pregnant with another guy’s baby. It just all seems so complicated. Could marriage possibly uncomplicate it? What am I even saying? I think I’m hearing The Twilight Zone theme music again. Cue Rod:
“Picture if you can a world where the institution of marriage isn’t so much a destination but an escape. An escape from your worries and problems until you discover that your loving partner has become your worst enemy, to have and to hold until death do you part. Throw a baby into the mix and you have the exact reason Ashley Juergens is choosing to live the single life in . . . the Twilight Zone.”
2:37 P.M.
MY DAD WANTS TO COME HOME! MY DAD WANTS TO COME HOME! MY DAD WANTS TO COME HOME!
I overheard him telling Mom. Obviously, she’s not thrilled and doesn’t really want him back here, but at least he wants to come home. He also wanted to find out from me how Amy ended up having sex and getting pregnant despite his constant warnings. I broke it down for him:
AMY + BAND CAMP – FRENCH HORN + RICKY + 2 ½ MINUTES – CONDOM = PREGNANT
(See, I was paying attention in math class.) I also told him that Ricky has a girlfriend named Adrian. Out of everything I told him that seemed to bother him the most. Umm, why? He doesn’t even know this girl, so why would he care so much? Why am I even worrying about it? I have too much to think about already. Dad also asked if Mom was seeing anybody. Jealousy isn’t usually good in a relationship, but it’s good in this case. Maybe if he’s jealous he’ll want to move back for good.
I told him she’s seeing ten other guys. Okay, I didn’t. I wanted to and I came very close, but I didn’t.
3:32 P.M.
Amy came back with Mom. She went to go “take care of it,” as they say, but ended up changing her mind. She didn’t want to talk about it. I know Amy didn’t tell me where she was going in order to protect me, but I wish she had. I could have gone with her, supported her. But I didn’t take it personally because she came back home, she told me she had decided to keep the baby—and Dad’s home, at least for a little while.
7:12 P.M.
Amy and Mom were talking in the kitchen tonight. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it sounded like a nice talk. That must mean Amy will be talking to Mom more about everything. That’s good. It’ll cut down on the window escapes.
And Amy probably got
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