- A Very Short History of Karmy… -
I felt a spark of desire, and now the flames are going higher. I really want this to work. I'm so tired of being burned. I've got a secret inside. It gets so easy being someone else. When I'm with you, I don't have to hide. When I'm with you, I can be myself. Something changed the moment we kissed. I never knew It'd feel like this. If it's not to much, could you have a crush on me? That you were never a secret to me.
Karma's POV
Amy has always been my best friend. That is a fact. Ever since Kindergarten. Even my mother knows that it's Amy I'm talking to every morning while we get ready for school. Although most of the time, we are together. More times than not, actually. And if we aren't together, we are constantly keeping in touch. I mean come on, she's the only person I feel completely comfortable enough to actually play her some of my songs. Even the ones I'm still not proud about, to this day. But still, she's my number one - and most likely only - fan. And when we aren't talking, it's like God himself decided to punish me. Or any other God for that matter. And if we are fighting, we both may be a little stubborn, but when it comes down to it, we can't stand the thought of not talking because it just doesn't seem right. We're soulmates.
And I know absolutely everything there is to be known about Amy. When Amy was younger, she was scared - or anxious - of the dark, so we spent all night putting glow in the dark stars on her ceiling. She has a peanut allergy. She hates it when people overuse employees. She hates girls who wear cowboy hats. People who think mayo is better than ketchup. She hates people who pay for jeans with holes in them. Judy Dench. She hates people who think "conversate" is a word. She hates rodent animals, reggae music, and people who wear sunglasses inside. Not to mention people who like nuts in their brownies. And she has a very proud understanding of my fear with heights. But hey, we're best friends.
We both share an unbreakable bond with Netflix. Amy is the only person I can watch Dance Moms Marathons with, on the count of her being able to not talk until the commercials. And we get each other on another level, ya know. Like whenever I get too nervous around guys sometimes, Amy is always right behind me, holding my hair back from the vomit I am most likely passing. See? Best friends. But I have her back too. I went right along, cheering her on while she auditioned on America's Got Talent with her Yo-Yo routine, making a complete fool of herself. But I was right there as soon as she stepped of the stage.
We also tell each other everything. Like for instance, I know that Amy started getting pubes in second grade. Normal friends don't just tell each other that kind of stuff. But we are very far from normal. Amy does these, extravagant scavenger hunts every year for my birthday. She really puts quite a lot of effort into it. But that only goes to show what a truly amazing friend she is. And one year, when my Gam-Gam died, Amy was the only person who could make me laugh. If I know anything, I know If I truly need her, she would be right by my side in a heartbeat. And I for her. And although we get along great - 99.9% of the time- we still have our differences. I, for one, crave attention. I'm not afraid to admit that. Amy, on the other hand, could do without it. Yet, she is right by side. I am good at small talk, and Amy could, once again, do without. Amy is strong. She doesn't care what people think. I, on the other hand, care too much about what people think. I would go out of my way to get someone to look at me, and Amy could care less. I can usually be calm and collected. Amy has a bit of a temper. Most of the time, I can get her to calm down, although sometimes it is best just to stand back.
Amy has always been there, even when my back may be turned. When we get into fights, we fight to get each other back. She's the salt to my pepper, and I couldn't or wouldn't want to live without her. I never plan on leaving Amy's life, because I enjoy it there. If someone ever gave me the ultimatum of them or her, they wouldn't even get to finish the question. I could lay in her arms for hours. And you have to understand how incredibly rare it is to find someone you could be 100% comfortable with, leaving behind no secrets, and having no doubts. For me, I truly believe Amy was brought into my life for a reason. I honestly don't even want to imagine the thought of anything otherwise. And I would be lying if I said I wouldn't get jealous if she started to hang out with someone more than me, as corny as that is. I'm not trying to be selfish, it's just my nature. You fight for things that are yours, and Amy is mine. Best friend that is. She is my completely wonderful, absolutely beautiful best friend. And I think I am falling in love with her.