A/N: This is my first attempt at a multichapter fanfic. Please review, especially with concrit, because otherwise the story will spiral into a plotless pile of shit that no one wants to read... so review! The chapter is painfully short at about 400 words, but I find that if I write small amounts at a time, I'll be happier writing it, and will most likely update quicker. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

"Hey, this is Amy. Leave a message, and I'll call back later."

"Oh hi Amy, its Natara, just call-"
Amy sprinted across her tiny bedroom and scooped up her phone.

"Hello, Natara? Sorry, i didn't hear the phone"

"It's ok; I was just calling to wish you a Happy New Year anyway... Well
actually Blaise and I were planning on going out tonight. By that, I mean she's
dragging me out to a club, and I want someone else to suffer with me" Natara
paused "I know you were planning on staying in, but... Do you want to join
us?"

"... Uh, actually I don't really feel like going out tonight, if that's ok
with you? I mean, i'll probably just watch TV and go to bed at ten"

Amy regretted it as soon as she said it, guessing Natara would be disappointed.
Sure enough, the agents reply was filled with complicated emotion as she
carefully asked "well, if you're sure... Amy, are you going to be
ok?"

Tears slipped down Amy's cheeks when she heard not disappointment, but concern,
layered with a helplessness she didn't like hearing in her friends voice. She
hurriedly wiped the tears away, willing her voice to sound normal.

"Really Natara, I'll be fine. Happy New Year, and don't do anything I
wouldn't do! Yeah... Ok, you too... Bye!

Amy clicked the end call button on her phone and tossed it away.

I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.

Isn't that the biggest lie we ever tell?
Along with "seriously, I didn't have that much to drink"

Amy suddenly burst into laughter, a shrill sound that pierced the silence of
her apartment, scaring even herself.

She caught her reflection in the mirror, and the sound stopped as quickly as it
started.

Amy moved closer to the mirror, studying her features. She hated how she looked
when she cried - the bright red nose that showed up after about a second of
being upset, and the blotchy colour under her eyes, the whites of which had
gone completely red.

Amy collapsed into her favourite armchair, closing her aching, dry eyes, her
last words echoing through her head.

Two little words, that she had gotten so sick of repeating to everyone over the
last few days.

Yes, she would be fine. Just not today