A/N: This story starts out with Shane and Amy's conversation in the season preview, and then it will go into slight au. Just my take on how I want the show to go.

I do not own Faking It or any of the characters.

I wanna get out and build my own home

On a street where reality is not much different from dreams I've had

A dream is all I have...

-Paramore, Daydreaming

«Is everything okay?» Shane asked as he walked into Amy's bedroom, closing the door behind him. She sat on her bed, feet bouncing lightly, and her fingers tapped against her knees.

«Yeah, everything's.. fine.» Amy managed to say, looking anywhere but at Shane. She needed someone to talk to, someone who would understand her, who wouldn't judge her for who she was. She had gone over this a hundred times the past hours, pacing around in her room, until she finally decided to call the one person she knew she could talk to about this.

«Why did you call? Is Karma okay?» Shane sat down next to her on the bed, studying the girl, trying to get her to meet his eyes.

The blonde took a deep breath, before finally meeting the boy's worried eyes. «Karma and I are faking being lesbians. Karma is.» Amy could feel her whole body ache with the truth in the words that were flowing out of her mouth. «I'm not so sure.» Shane raised his eyebrows in surprise.

«You have my attention.»

And Amy took it. The words were flowing out from her mouth, beyond her control. She told Shane that she had never been in a relationship, not a real one anyways. She'd kissed guys, but she'd never been really attracted to them, and she just thought that she hadn't met the one yet. She talked about how she and Karma had been best friends since kindergarten, and that she knew it would be a bad idea to lead everyone onto believing that they were lesbians, just so Karma could get her crown, popularity, and of course her dream guy. It could only end badly, right? And things went fine until they got to the gym for the homecoming assembly. They were used to holding hands, they did it all the time in private, and they also cuddled and shared the same bed during sleepovers. She had never really thought any about it, it was perfectly natural for them to be that close, like they always had. But when Lauren called them out, and Amy had grabbed her best friend, pulling her in for a kiss, she knew she was fucked from the second their lips met.

None of her kisses with guys had ever felt like that. She could feel her heart beating rapidly, she could see fireworks behind her eyes, cheesy as that was, and everything but Karma was just blocked out. Everything she was aware of in those moments she had Karma pulled flush against her, was the scent of the other girl's shampoo and perfume, how her lips tasted, and how their bodies felt like they were made for being like that forever, like puzzle pieces.

After that, everything she could think about was being close to Karma, touching her, kissing her. And they did. They held hands almost always when they were together at school, and they had also kissed a few times, some just a light peck, some a little longer.

But in the end, it was all for show, for Karma at least. Amy only got her during the day, but after school, it was all Liam. They were hanging out almost every day, and Amy couldn't help but feel left behind. The past three Fridays she had gone to parties with Karma, only for the brunette to leave her to run of with Liam. The rest of the weekends were mostly spent alone, watching Netflix or blasting music to shut her thoughts out. She couldn't help but feeling jealous. For so long, it had been just her and Karma, best friends, spending all their free time together. They only had each other, no one else. And then, she suddenly had to share her with someone else, someone she barely knew, someone who was pretty much taking up all of Karma's time, which left Amy with almost nothing. The sudden realization of her feeling didn't help her either. Knowing that Liam was probably kissing Karma, touching her, and God knows what other things. All that Amy would never get to do.

Amy felt like she had been talking for hours, which she probably had. Shane just sat there though, listening to her, taking her hand at one point and giving it a reassuring squeeze to keep her going after she had been drifting off, seeming to be spiraling into deep thought. She didn't manage to continue now though. She felt drained, and her thoughts were running at hundreds of miles per hour. It was just so loud in there. She suddenly felt tears starting to roll down her cheeks, but she quickly dried them, doing her best to hold back the ones that were still threatening to spill. Shane wordlessly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and pulled her into an one-armed hug, her head resting on his shoulder. The boy gave Amy's shoulders a light squeeze to comfort her.

«It's okay to cry, Amy. You're going through a lot right now, it would almost be weird if you don't feel anything at all,» Shane said, feeling the blonde nod a bit.

«I'm just scared,» she said. It was true, she was terrified about all this. «I just.. I just don't want to lose her. She's all I have, she's all I've had for so long, she's like my soulmate, my.. my other half, if that makes any sense.» She took a deep breath, blinking away the tears that started to form in her eyes again. She knew that if she was gay or bi or whatever, Karma wouldn't care. The brunette would support her, and their relationship would probably be just the same. But what if she knew that Amy was developing feelings for her, falling for her, hard and fast? A small voice in Amy's head told her that then Karma would pull away even more, if not completly out of her life. But she also knew that it would take more than that to ruin their friendship, to ruin the relationship they had spent over ten years building. But with the distance already there between them, maybe it would be easier than it should be.

«Amy, can I ask you something?» Shane asked. The blonde leaned back, sitting up again, and shrugged, looking into Shane's eyes. «If this is making you so miserable, why do you keep doing it?»

The girl took a moment to answer, her brows furrowed in thought for a second. Then she gave the boy a watery smile. «I just want her to be happy. That's all I ever wanted for her.»