Yes, Amy knew she shouldn't be taking advantage of her current situation, but how could she stop herself? Karma was her girlfriend, after all. Who cared if it was all for show, it still counted. Almost.

Her doting girlfriend had actually just texted her, asking Amy to come by her house for the weekend to discuss her latest dilemma. Karma had dodged all of Amy's questions about what was going on, so Amy knew she was going to get more than she bargained for when she offered her help. She assumed it was just another scheme to boost lesbian morale, so she agreed without a second thought. It may have been inappropriate to hope for quality time with her best friend considering her intentions were romantic, but she couldn't resist. She couldn't stop these feelings for Karma. She knew she would have to tell her friend eventually, but until then Amy would take what she could get.

Walking up to the Ashcrofts' front door, Amy let herself in and made her way to Karma's bedroom. She noticed that Karma's parents' juice truck wasn't in the driveway so she didn't bother to stop and say hello to them, walking straight to the bedroom she felt like she hadn't been in in far too long.

As she reached for the doorknob, it was turned from the other side and Karma bounced out of the room, grasping Amy's wrist and pulling her along.

"Well, hello to you to." Amy greeted with a faux smile, giving her friend a confused look as she followed her back outside. "Karm? What are we doing?"

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at me before rolling her eyes, "Amy, I already told you. We have serious work to do today, come on."

Amy was once again tugged along by the shorter girl, opting to take Karma's hand instead of being waded through the streets by her wrist like a small child.

"We have to go to the park. I don't know when my parents are coming back and I can't survive another pro-les pep talk."

Amy smiled in appreciation of Karma's parents and their dedication to making everything awkward for their daughter. "Why don't we just go to my house?"

"Yeah, because the thought of being around your psycho stepsister sounds so appealing." Karma keeps walking and rubs her thumb against the back of Amy's hand. "Look, let's just go to the park okay? I need the fresh air. We can even stop and look at the geese like we used to when you were still obsessed with Animal Planet."

Karma shoots Amy a smile and she can't help but go along with the small girl's plan. She's always had that effect on Amy, as if the blonde is unable to deny her. That's how they became girlfriends, after all.

They finish the trek to the park and walk to the benches they used to lay on when they were both small enough to fit against each other comfortably. Karma sits in the nook of the bench, leaning into the side and pulling Amy down against her. She rests her head on the curve of Amy's shoulder, pulling both of their hands into her lap.

"Hey." She offers and looks up to glance at Amy. The taller girl meets her eyes for a brief moment and then can't help but allow her eyes to search Karma's face once she looks away. "So, tell me if I'm freaking you out, but I have a proposition."

Amy's eyebrows pull closer together and she mentally prepares herself for what Karma is about to say. She knows it's going to be something she isn't ready to hear, which is probably why Karma held onto her so tightly, so she wouldn't be able to run away as soon as she got the opportunity. Of course Karma was her best friend; however, her plans had been a little extravagant lately. Amy wasn't sure how much more she could take.

"Taking your silence as a good thing… so, prom is almost right around the corner, and we already have it in the bag, but I think we should work on our," Karma pauses, trying to word her offer as best she can without scaring Amy off, "technique."

"Okay, now you've lost me." Amy looks straight ahead, eyeing the geese that had gathered a few yards ahead of them near the small pond. "Technique?"

Karma released a heavy breath and counted to three in her head before putting her statement into blunter terms. "We have to make out."

Amy felt herself getting lightheaded, grasping the bench with the hand Karma wasn't holding onto for dear life. "What?"

Karma turned to face her friend on the bench and Amy followed her lead, looking dazed as ever. "Look, we've already accumulated enough buzz at Hester to energize comatose patients. There's a standard that has to be met, Amy!"

"And what standard is that, exactly?" Amy had no idea where any of this was coming from, or what the hell Karma was talking about. She couldn't stop her head from spinning or her mind from swirling with thoughts of being able to kiss Karma whenever she wanted, even in private.

"What are they going to say when we win prom queens and go in for the big winning kiss like two awkward middle schoolers? It has to look natural, Amy." Karma gave the other girl a pleading look, softening her features with a defeated expression. "If you don't want to do this with me then we don't have to."

Amy stared at Karma for a long moment, weighing out her options. On one hand, this would confuse her even more. How was she supposed to hide her feelings for Karma when they were going to be even more intimate with each other? But on the other hand, maybe she just needed to get these feelings out of her system. Maybe if she kissed Karma enough times, she'd grow tired of it.

"For such a tiny person, you harbor a lot of demands."

Karma beamed at her best friend, squealing with excitement and pulling her into a bone crushing hug. "You are not going to regret this, I promise!"

Amy smiled weakly, reciprocating the hug Karma was slowly suffocating her with.

What the hell did I just get myself into?