Author's note: Oh no, I'm fanfic-ing again!

Alright, hello Faking it fans! You never saw me around here. I don't intend on staying too long, but this is a chaptered fic. I have one warning: please, don't come begging me for Karmy. That's the only thing that won't happen. I'm a Reagan/Amy shipper and I do like Karmy as friends, but not as a couple.

This fic is Amy centred and it's about poly-love. I guess I've been bothering so many people about it in here that I decided it'd be better if me myself wrote it, right? Why not. And, you see, poly-love is such a deep sentiment, I'll try not to ruin it.

I'll probably post more soon, so stay tunned.

Also, I'd appreciate if you leave your review. Few free to tell me your toughts, even if they are not very nice. Thick sking, guys, I can take it.

Last thing: the chapters will probably be all short. Please, get used to it.

DISCLAIMER: Faking it is not mine. Thanks God, because I'm not nearly as good in writing it.


Love comes in numbers
Byzinha Lestrange

A Faking It fanfic

I. Five

They were five and somehow they connected right away.

It was strange and beautiful and Amy had never felt that way. They were just five and she didn't understand how things work, but it was nice to know that she had a friend despite her mother and the beauty contests that she hated and the pink ribbons in her hair.

In fact, it had been the ribbon that first linked them. Karma, with that red hair of hers, was enchanted by the adornment on Amy's blonde locks and without a second thought she took it from her hair and tucked into the other girl's locks. It looked so much better in her, they both knew it and later that day Karma wrote for Amy the smaller and most innocent of the songs, written in purple paper and yellow crayon, only four lines in their childish cursive, mistakes and all.

Amy treasures it until now and it didn't matter that Karma was still mad at her. That bright day of October would never be forgotten.