A/N: Hey guys. Here is the first chapter to my new story. I hope you will enjoy this as much as you did It's Only Camping. I can't wait to hear your feedback. :)

*** KarmyForLife***

AMY POV:

My head was pounding, my stomach was churning, and I literally felt like I decided to rinse and spit with sand last night. I groaned quietly and rolled onto my stomach, burying my head under my pillow. The morning light was streaming in through the open window across the room, and every time I even so much as blinked it felt like my eyes might explode out of their sockets.

"You're not going to throw up again are you…?" I heard a sleepy voice mutter from directly behind me, making me jump and my stomach to churn again. The sheets shifted and I felt the bed shake a little as whoever it was got up. Footsteps padded around the bed and I felt fingers softly comb through my hair making me blink my eyes open to stare blearily at the person in front of me. "The trash can is right here… Please don't puke on the floor again."

Great job, Amy. Not only are you about to blow chunks on the floor, it just so happens that you're somehow with Karma. I don't even remember anything after talking to Lauren last night at the reception. Of course I remember getting my heart ripped out though… Yep… Couldn't have blacked that out could you?

I reached my hand out to try and pull the trashcan a little closer, my stomach protesting at the slight movement. I heard Karma sigh and the hand that was combing through my hair dropped to push the can closer to me. Everything started spinning and I felt like I had eaten too much cotton candy and decided to ride a roller coaster.

Karma gasped and jumped back as I quickly rolled halfway out of the bed and emptied the contents of my stomach into the can. I groaned again as I finally stopped retching, rolling onto my back and throwing my arm over my face. "Oh my god. Just kill me." I moaned quietly, closing my eyes and praying that my body was finally empty of anything alcoholic. I'm never drinking again.

"Feel better?" I heard after a few minutes. I'm assuming Karma must've left to clean up my mess. I'm sure that was really attractive Amy. Way to impress her really. I blinked my eyes open and moved my arm so I could look across the room. She was standing in the doorway, and from the way she kept fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt I knew she was nervous.

"A little." I muttered, my voice sounding scratchy and underused. She gave me a little half smile and then nodded her head. "How did I get here?" I asked. Her eyes quickly cut back to mine and her brow furrowed in that adorable way that it always does. Stop it Amy! She made it perfectly clear that she doesn't want you like that.

"You don't remember?" She questioned, as I pushed myself up into a sitting position and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. I shook my head in the negative, regretting it immediately as it started pounding once again. "Nothing?"

I sighed and scrunched up my face as I tried to recall anything after eating cake and drinking way too much champagne. I kept getting little flashes of moments, but nothing substantial enough to make an actual memory. "I remember us talking…" I trailed off, taking note of the way her mouth turned down when I brought that up. "And then I remember eating cake with Lauren… And drinking champagne… A lot of champagne…"

Karma fidgeted with her shirt for a few more seconds, and then hesitated before finally coming over and sitting down on the edge of the bed. She bit her lip and I quickly averted my eyes, because I really needed to stop wanting her so much. "You showed up here around 3 this morning… In your underwear…"

I quickly looked down… And much to my utter dismay I realized that she wasn't lying. "Fuck my life." Jesus Christ Amy. You didn't even think pants were a good idea? You are never drinking again! I felt my face heat up as I pulled the blanket up a little bit to cover what little dignity I had left. I could tell from her expression that Karma was doing everything she could to not laugh at me.

"Yeah… You also climbed up the side of my house apparently…" She motioned toward the open window. "You're lucky you didn't fall and kill yourself." She raised an eyebrow at me, and my god she looks sexy when she does that. No she doesn't Amy. She looks like your fucking straight best friend… Best FRIEND!

"I wouldn't exactly refer to myself as lucky." I muttered, burying my face in my hands. She snorted out a little laugh at my expense. "Don't laugh at me… I walked like 3 miles in my underwear last night…" Karma snorted again and I reached out to smack her arm.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry…" Her laughter calmed down a little bit, but she still had a joking smile in place. "Look… Why don't you go take a shower and then I'll tell you what happened last night." She chuckled and I rolled my eyes before climbing out of bed. Karma's eyes followed me as I moved across the room.

"I'm borrowing clothes… I can't be running around in my underwear all day." Although from the way she's looking at me it might be a good idea… No Amy! Karma muttered something under her breath, but I didn't question her on it. I pulled out t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants because I was too tall to wear her jeans, before heading in to the bathroom. I really did feel disgusting and a shower sounded amazing. Maybe I can wash away my embarrassment… That would take a really long shower.

Karma POV: Last Night

I swiped at my cheeks yet again, trying to erase the traces of tears that have yet to stop falling. I buried my face deeper into my blankets. I can't believe I didn't know that Amy had feelings for me all this time. How could I have been so blind? And now I've hurt her so bad… She'll probably never talk to me again.

I jumped when there was a scraping sound outside my window, quickly rolling over to face it. It was standing open letting the cool night breeze blow in, and I cursed myself for opening it when I heard another noise outside. Good job Karma. Break your best friend's heart and get killed all in one night.

I slowly climbed out of bed and inched towards the window, listening as the scraping sounds outside got closer to the open window. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath before poking my head out the window and looking down.

"Stupid fucking vines." Amy shook one of her legs free from the vines and swayed on the side of the house before righting herself and restarting her ascent. What the hell is she thinking? …Wait. Is she in her underwear?

"Amy, what the hell?" I questioned, making her slip a little bit and giggle before looking up to meet my eyes. I could tell as soon I saw her face that she had been crying and drinking quite a bit. "Are you insane? Why are you climbing up the trellis?" Amy giggled again as she finally reached the window and came face to face with me. I could smell the stench of the champagne on her breath as she gave me a goofy grin.

"The front door was locked Karms." She slurred out, clumsily bringing her leg up and swinging herself in the window. I took a step back to make room for her, but she stumbled climbing in the window and landed on the floor in front of me. I sighed as I leaned down to help her sit up.

"You have a key though. You could've used it. You scared the hell out of me." Amy giggled and rubbed at her knees, before bringing her legs in to sit indian style in front of me. I shook my head and sat down too.

"I didn't mean to scare you… I didn't have any pockets for my keys though." She gestured towards her lack of clothes and pouted out her bottom lip. As if you didn't notice before now… Your eyes have practically been glued to her abs since fell through the window. "I just wanted to come and see you... Things didn't go at all how I planned tonight…" She trailed off, her eyes shifting around the room nervously.

"I know… I'm so sorry about everything…" I wish I could say more… I wish I knew how to make things better again. She shifted and shook her head, her somber expression immediately lifting back into a smile.

"It's… Well… It's whatever…" She slurred, waving me off as she tried to stand up. I climbed to my feet and reached out to help steady her. She placed her hands on my forearms and smiled at me, and my stomach flipped. Must be something I ate…

"Are you okay?" I asked, as she swayed on the spot and groaned quietly. She giggled after a few seconds and lifted her eyes up to stare at me. My breath hitched as her eyes flickered down to my lips, and before I know what's happening I'm in her arms and her lips are covering mine. I tried not to respond at first, but instinct took over and I found myself moving my lips against hers anyway.

You shouldn't be doing this… You're leading her on! Pull away Karma!… It feels so right though. Her grip on my hips tightened and she clumsily pulled me closer, our bodies bumping together. I placed my hands on her stomach to steady myself and she moaned quietly against my lips. Holy hell that was a sexy sound…

She brushed her tongue across my bottom lip and my stomach fluttered. I was just about to open up when she abruptly pulled back. Her face was scrunched up and she looked like she might be sick, and the next thing I know she is on her knees vomiting all over the floor beside me.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself, sighing as I bent down to pull her hair back. She wiped at her mouth and groaned as she finished, falling over on to her side. I nudged her side to see if she would budge. Great… She's out cold… This night just keeps getting better and better…

"Is this shirt even yours?" Amy asked as she walked back into the room, toweling her hair dry and lifting her brow at me in a way that did absolutely nothing for me. Keep telling yourself that… You might even believe it one day… My eyes ran over the article of clothing in question and my stomach dropped as I realized what she was wearing.

"Oh… Ummm… No actually…" I trailed off, and now she's looking at me like I'm hiding something from her. You are… I sighed. "It's Liam's…"

"Oh…" Her mouth opened like she wanted to say more, but then she snapped it closed and a frown settled on her face. Dammit Karma… Do something to fix this… preferably now.

I opened my mouth to make some sort of an apology, but was cut off as my bedroom door swung open and in walked someone that I'm sure wasn't going to improve Amy's mood. "Liam" My voice sounded squeaky, and my eyes immediately cut to see my best friend with a sour expression on her face. She looks like she might be sick again…

Liam looked over at Amy who was basically frozen in place, the towel she was drying her hair with hanging limply from her hand. "Amy… I didn't expect to see you here… You ran off so fast last night…" He trailed off and looked a little guilty as his eyes flickered back to me.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Amy questioned. Yeah… What the hell is he talking about? I listened as Liam started into a story about last night, before realizing that until he walked through the door I had literally not thought of him at all since our fight. The only thing I could think about was Amy, and how much I had hurt her, and how absolutely broken she looked when I told her about Liam. Maybe that should tell you something…