A/N: So, hey guys! This is the first story I've written in a LONG time. I've been going through a couple things recently that led me to finally pick up the pen again, figuratevely speaking. But I'm glad.

So dig in guys! Enjoy! ;)

Chapter 1:

„Stupid!"

Amy sat at the bar and had just ordered a Cuba Libre when the last couple of hours of her day came crashing in. Only an hour ago she had a girlfriend. Now she sat at the furthest stool from the door in a bar. Once she looked around her she realized where she was. This was the bar they first met.

Three years ago. Reagan walked into the bar with a couple of her friends and just like the scene you know from the movies they were just laughing about something, the atmosphere between them seeming so … intimate. Amy sat a little further by the door when they walked in. She immediateley felt drawn to this girl when she laid eyes on Reagan. But Amy wasn't exactly the outgoing type in these situations.

So the whole night she occasionally threw a few glances towards the gorgeous girl with the black hair. She knew it was pretty obvious but then again she couldn't help it.

On the way to the bathroom one of the girls friends passed by Amy and said:"If you're not gonna to talk to Reagan then she is just gonna leave, you know."

Reagan. That was her name. It really suited this girl. Amy finally got up the courage to walk over to the group and introduce herself to them. She was relieved when she realized they were more than open to letting new members to their group. As she talked to a couple of people in the group she felt Reagans glances on her.

They didn't get to talk much that night but Amy had found a couple new friends and that way Reagan and her started hanging out more and more and eventually they became a couple. And they were pretty great.

Until tonight. Amy had had a rough day at work and was looking forward to coming home, change into her sweats and just take a cozy night in with her girlfriend, some movies and popcorn. But apparently fate had other plans for her.

She already knew that something was off when she pulled into the driveway and Reagans car was in the garage. Usually Reagan came home a little later than Amy. There was always some type of emergency at the last minutes of Reagans shift and it seemed to always be Reagan who had to take care of it.

But there her car was. Of course Amy didn't make much of it. In fact, she was really glad to see that her shoulder to cry on was already set to go.

„Hey babe, I'm home!", Amy called out a couple minutes later as she closed the connecting door between garage and kitchen. No response. Amy took a look at the mail on the kitchen counter. Nothing but bills and a couple of flyers. Amy sighed. She'd talked about this with the mail man before but apparently he hadn't gotten the message.

Amy made her way towards the bedroom when she saw it: two bras and a pair of pantys spread on the floor. Despite all of her deepest fears she didn't let herself think the unthinkable. She just closed her eyes for a few moments and prepared herself for the worst. She opened the door to the bedroom.

Amy had emptied her third glass of Cuba Libre. The tears came now that she relived the situation. But she forced them back. Not now.

She had no idea where to go tonight. Home was definetely not an option. At this point she wasn't even sure she had a home anymore.

Maybe she could crash at Lauren's. But she knew she couldn't interfere with her and Theo at the moment. Plus she didn't wanna talk about it and Lauren wouldn't let her sleep without pressing the last detail out of her.

And Shane? Who knew what he was up to.

Basically Amy had nowhere to go so she might as well drink herself unconscious and see where she would wake up the next morning. That could be fun.

How was it possible that she was in this mess right now? There was a slight chance she would loose her job and at this point she couldn't think of anything Reagan could say to make it up to her.

Well she wasn't so sad about the job. Basically she was never sure about working in retail anyway. When she started there Amy was only thinking a couple of years and now she already spent six years in the same shop doing the same thing everyday. It really upset her now that she thought about it. But this was safe. This meant she had a steady income. Thoug obviously, steady wasn't the way to go anymore.

Wait, what was she saying. It must've been the fifth Cuba Libre that said those things. Air! Fresh air would be good. She slid from the stool and had to hold on to the bar to not fall over. The bartender was eyeing her. She raised her free hand at him to signal that everything was ok. „I'm only gonna go to get some fresh air." She closed her eyes for a second and carefully opened her hand that was clenched to the bar. She was about to fall over when somebody grabbed her arm and held her up. „Whoa! I got you."

That voice. It was so familiar. But when Amy tried to open her eyes she only saw a blur.

„You must've had a lot to drink. Come with me, I'll lead you outside." Usually Amy would've pushed her heels into the ground and refused to go with a total stranger. This was different. The touch on her arm, the voice. It reminded her of a time long ago. So she didn't resist.

A few moments later she was hit by the fresh breeze on her face and her mind stopped spinning a bit.

„Amy, you sure you're ok?"

Oh, yeah. That girl was still there. And slowly it dawned on her who it was.

No. That couldn't be. After all these years. At Amy's lowest point this girl from her past was there, yet again. Amy slowly raised her head to make out if it was really -

There she was. More beautiful than ever.

„Karma."

So what did you think? I'm open for any kind of comment. Thanks :)