A/N: Hello all! I started thinking of this story a few days after I started writing my first one and I really wanted to get it out there before I completely forgot about it. This one is quite different from TDCILFN, and I hope you enjoy it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters. I just play with them.

Chapter One

Amy Raudenfeld loved Mondays. While most people would just barely make it through the day, cursing its existence, Amy was always giddy. But that was because Mondays meant she got to have some quality time with her girlfriend, Karma Ashcroft. Amy's mother and Bruce would be gone at work until just before dinner and Lauren, Amy's soon-to-be evil stepsister, always had student council meetings after school on Mondays.

This means the Raudenfeld house was vacant except for a certain blonde and her redheaded girlfriend. Her redheaded girlfriend who she was currently on top of kissing fiercely.

The two had entered the house a little over an hour ago and immediately went to Amy's room to have some much needed alone time. And when you only got alone time once a week for a couple hours, might as well make the most of it. At least, that was Amy's philosophy. Thankfully, Karma had no objections.

Karma moaned lightly when Amy took her tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. The blonde moved her hands from her bedspread to grasp onto Karma's hips where her fingers were lifting the girl's shirt slightly, just enough to get her hands underneath and feel warm, smooth skin.

Karma had her hands latched onto Amy's face and in her hair. After another minute, she pushed lightly on the blonde's shoulders to get some air.

Amy just moved her lips down to the girl's neck and started leaving open mouth kisses.

"Should we start dinner soon?" Karma panted. Since Amy was the only member of the household home on Mondays, it was her job to prepare dinner.

"Ten more minutes," Amy mumbled against Karma's neck. The redhead giggled and rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's teenage boy level hormones.

Amy lifted herself up to meet the other girl's eyes, curious as to why she laughed.

"What?" she asked with a soft smile.

"I just love how similar you can be to a teenage boy sometimes." Amy's smile faltered. Did Karma not like this?

Karma, picking up on her girlfriend's change of expression, grasped onto Amy's cheeks, forcing the blonde to meet her eyes.

"Don't worry, I think it's hot," she explained and winked.

Amy breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled. "You do?"

The other girl nodded. "How could I not be flattered by my girlfriend wanting to kiss me all the time?"

Karma quirked an eyebrow up and smirked. By the time Amy realized what was about to happen, she was flat on her back with Karma hovering over her.

"How about fifteen minutes?" Karma asked huskily before kissing the blonde eagerly.

Thirty minutes later found the two girls in the kitchen; Karma sitting one on of the barstools watching her girlfriend while said girlfriend was moving about preparing dinner. Karma loved watching Amy cook. The blonde would just forget about the world, relax, and start humming. And she loved eating whatever Amy concocted. Unknown to most of the world, Amy was actually a stellar cook and loved to try new recipes.

"So, tell me dear chef, what's the best meal in the house?" Karma asked in a French accent. She heard Amy giggle.

"Well, it is a succulent dish consisting of poultry and a lovely piece of fungi that goes by the name mushroom," Amy replied in an Australian accent.

"Ah, yes, chicken marsala! Very good, very good." Amy turned to see Karma smiling softly. "Why did you use an Australian accent?"

Amy blushed. "Cause it's the only accent I can do." Karma giggled.

Her phone buzzed and she immediately grabbed it. An irritated noise left her mouth after reading the text. She hopped off the bar stool and glided around the island until she was behind Amy. The redhead slipped her arms around Amy's waist and brushed blonde hair to the side to place a kiss on the back of her neck.

"I have to go," she mumbled against her skin. She heard Amy groan in annoyance. "My mom wants me home. She said my horoscope reading is a little cloudy, which to her, means that something is going to happen to 'unbalance my chakras.'"

Amy laughed lightly. "Your mother is so entertaining." She smiled and turned around in Karma's arms. "And I love her for it."

"Yeah, me too," Karma agreed faux reluctantly. She kissed the taller girl softly. "Call me later."

Amy nodded. "Will do, m'lady," she said in her Australian accent, even though she was going for British. Karma laughed and retreated back up the stairs to gather her things from Amy's room.

A few minutes later, Karma had her hand on the door knob to leave the house when someone from the other side pushed it open. She immediately backed up and ducked behind the door as it swung towards the wall, hiding from whoever it was that just made it home.

"Elizabeth!" Lauren screeched into her phone. "I told you the theme for homecoming is 'A Night in Paris', so stop trying to push the tropical theme down everyone's throats!" The blonde hung up and latched onto the door to slam it closed.

Karma stood against the wall, with nothing to keep her hidden should Lauren turn around, her eyes widened in fear. Lauren Cooper was a force to be reckoned with and the redhead didn't want to reckon with it anytime soon.

Amy, who had been in the kitchen the whole time, casually walked into the foyer to see her almost step sister texting furiously on her phone. Before she could utter a witty remark, however, she detected Karma standing against the wall, pleading with her eyes to help her sneak out unnoticed by Lauren.

It's not that the two girls couldn't hang out, they could, but they enjoyed having a secret romance and loved the adrenaline rush that accompanied the sneaking around they did.

"Uh, Lauren?"

Lauren didn't look up from her phone and snapped "What?"

"Um, I started dinner, and, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to taste test it." Lauren sighed in annoyance but strolled into the kitchen anyways to see dinner sitting on top of the stove.

Karma smiled and met her girlfriend halfway in the foyer to kiss deeply for a few seconds.

"I'll talk to you later," Karma promised, winked, and fled out the door. Amy watched her go with a dreamy smile on her face.

"Amy!" Lauren called from the kitchen. "I can't try this, it's raw chicken! What're you trying to do, give me food poisoning?! "Amy glowered and rolled her eyes, not happy to be broken out of her moment with Karma. She trudged into the kitchen to deal with the other blonde.

The next day at school, the rumor mill was working overtime. After entering through the doors, Amy and Karma were instantly almost run over by Shane.

"Oh my God, didya hear?!" he all but screeched. Amy checked her ears to make sure they still worked.

Yep, all good.

"Hear what?" The trio started to walk down the hall, dodging the other students.

"There's a new kid! I think his name's Lance or something. But he's apparently smoking hot and, God, I hope he's in my classes."

"Where's he from?" Karma asked as she reached her locker.

"Who cares? The point is there's some new fresh meat on the market for one Shane Harvey! And finally! I've been in dire need of a new man to shove my d-" Amy slapped her hand over his mouth.

"You finish that sentence, and you won't have anything to shove," she threatened. Shane rolled his eyes and pushed her hand off his face.

"Don't kid yourself, if you were a boy, you'd be all up on this," he said while gesturing to himself. He started to walk away. "I'll see you lovelies at lunch!" he called over his shoulder.

Amy laughed and rolled her eyes. "He's gonna be straight, isn't he?"

Karma nodded. "Probably."

Karma was sitting in her second period, doodling in her notebook when the teacher called the attention of the class.

"Alright, guys," Mr. Williams said. He was probably Karma's favorite teacher due to his respect to the students and the way he taught history class with humor. "We have a new student, as I'm sure you've all already heard. Please welcome Liam Booker."

The boy standing next to him waved awkwardly. He was fairly good looking and Karma couldn't help but notice. He had dark brown hair and dark eyes and a charming smile.

"Liam, just take an open seat wherever," Mr. Williams directed as he erased what was written on the board. The boy walked down Karma's row and sat behind her. As he was passing her, he caught her gaze and gave a friendly smile. Karma politely smiled back.

There was no contact for the rest of the class between the two.

Amy was sitting in the cafeteria with Shane, watching for her girlfriend. Karma had texted her telling her that she was asking a teacher a question after class and to just head to lunch without her. Because she knew how grumpy the blonde could get when she was hungry.

Seriously. She should be on one of the Snickers commercials, but she should be given twenty Snickers instead of just one.

"So, have you seen the new kid?" Shane asked a preoccupied Amy. "I heard he's really hot." Amy hummed noncommittally. The boy snapped his fingers in front of her. She jumped a little and glared at him.

"What?" she asked testily.

Now. She needed food now.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Nope."

"Well, do, for like two seconds! You need to stop looking for Karma with that lovesick expression. People are going to catch on," he said in his 'I care about you, so stop being an idiot' tone.

Amy deflated and stood up. "I'm gonna go get food," she gritted out. Shane let her go.

Amy hated the fact that she and Karma couldn't be out. It's not that she was worried about being kicked out, but everything would change and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet. Plus, while she liked flying under the radar most of the time at school, she would hate to go through when Shane went through when he came out in the fourth grade.

Nobody talked to him for the rest of the year.

He had told Amy and Karma that he was this close to switching schools and starting over when a sweet little redhead girl approached him near the end of the year and decided to be his friend.

If she were being honest with herself, Amy would say that was the first time she felt a tinge of 'more than friends' feelings come washing over her. But she never told Karma that. After all, she was only ten and up until a few months ago, she had sworn to herself that she'd only felt that way cause of gas.

Now, people didn't tease Shane, they mostly just ignored him. But Karma had a feeling that it would be different with them since Lauren and Amy were going to be family soon.

"You know Lauren, she's going to make your life a living hell because she can. And what about your mom and Bruce? Are you sure they won't kick you out?" Well, yeah she was about 95% sure that if she came out she would still have a home. But her girlfriend was more worried.

Karma had pleaded with Amy to keep their relationship a secret and the blonde eventually gave in. Because she was whipped, not that she would ever admit that out loud.

Besides, sneaking around was pretty invigorating.

Karma had just left Ms. V's room and was texting Amy when she collided with a body.

"Shit, sorry," the other person said quickly.

"No, it was my fault," Karma rushed out. She looked up to see Liam's face. His eyes were soft and he smiled nervously.

"Um, are you going to lunch right now?" he asked.

"I am," Karma said. When the boy just continued to look at her as if he were waiting for something, the redhead continued. "Need someone to show you where it is?"

Liam sighed in relief. "Please."

"Alright! Follow me. I'm Karma by the way." Liam introduced himself and the two began to walk the halls.

The two stopped by Karma's locker before heading to the cafeteria.

"So, where you from, Liam?" Karma asked, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence that had descended upon the pair.

"Dallas," he said. "My family moved here cause of work."

"Do you miss it?"

Liam shrugged. "I miss the people, but the school I went to was terrible! Half the teachers couldn't hear they were so old."

The two continued to engage in small talk until they entered the lunch room. Immediately, Karma could feel eyes swivel over to them to take in the new boy she was standing next to.

"My friends and I are sitting over there if you want to join us," she offered before making her way over to Shane and her girlfriend. Amy caught her eyes and her face lit up and as she smiled at her.

Karma sat down across from Amy while Liam sat next to her. Shane stared at him for a long, uncomfortable moment before Amy elbowed him. He winced and shot the blonde a death glare while rubbing the sore spot. Amy raised her eyebrows and Shane relented. The two introduced themselves to the new boy and lunch continued on.

"So, uh, Liam how do you like it here so far?" Amy asked politely, attempting to begin a conversation. She only did this because Karma had texted her and told her to make Liam feel welcome or else there wouldn't be any kisses.

And Amy needed Karma's kisses. Almost as much as she needed her food.

"Not bad, but it's hard to really tell cause everyone just keeps staring at me."

"It's only cause you're new; it'll stop soon."

Shane took over the talking at that point and Amy internally cheered. Liam seemed like a decent guy, but there were very few people who the blonde actually enjoyed talking with, and it took more than one conversation for her to make her judgment on whether he was guy that Amy would want sticking around.

Amy jumped, startled, when she felt another's foot rubbing up and down her calf. Shane didn't notice her movement, but Liam did and he glanced at her, concerned.

"Sorry, just, uh, hit my knee," Amy stuttered out before noticing Karma across from her was wearing a smirk and had an eyebrow quirked up in challenge. Amy smirked back.

Two could play at this game.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Amy started at the harsh voice and saw Lauren standing in the foyer with her hands on her hips, glaring at the blonde. Amy let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against the door she had just opened.

It had been such a good day so far, too.

"What're you talking about?" Amy questioned as she shut the front door.

"Befriending Lance, the new kid."

"…His name's Liam."

"Whatever!" Lauren shrieked. "He's supposed to hang out with me, not you and your fellow muskaqueers. A person with that level of attractiveness is meant to be popular! And we all know who the most popular person in school is."

Amy scrunched her eyebrows. Was she the only one who didn't think Liam was that attractive?

"Look, I know you're super shallow for whatever reason, but maybe Liam actually enjoys hanging out with us."

Lauren scoffed. "Yeah, right, and maybe Spongebob and Patrick were 'just friends'."

Wait, what?

"Just stay away from him!" With that, Lauren spun on her heel and charged up the stairs.

Amy turned her vision to the ceiling of her house and tried to figure out how that conversation started. After a few minutes, she shook her head and walked right back out the front door. Maybe Karma could distract her for a little while.

"Okay, Abe Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address in what year?"

Karma bit her lip in concentration as she spun around in her desk chair. "Uh, 18…something?"

"Gee, that narrows it down," Amy stated sarcastically from where she was lying on her girlfriend's bed.

"Hey now, I don't need any sass from the peanut gallery."

"You told me you've been studying."

"I have been!"

"You haven't gotten a single question right," Amy deadpanned. Karma ducked her head down, blushing.

"It must be the way Mr. Williams teaches; I had no problem with world history," Karma explained. "Did you know that Marie Antoinette was executed by the guillotine? Or that July 14 is a national holiday in France? It's the day when the revolutionaries stormed the Bastille."

Amy stared at her girlfriend. "I find it fascinating that you can recite France's history no problem but you have trouble with America's." Karma smiled and stood up from her chair to join Amy on her bed.

"That's because I was meant to live in France. God just got me mixed up."

Amy righted herself so she was in a sitting position next to Karma. "Well, I'm glad you're not in France. I probably wouldn't have met you," she said easily before going back to the study notes in her lap.

Karma grabbed Amy's chin so the blonde would meet her eyes. "Well then, maybe God didn't mix it all up." She leaned forward to seal her mouth over Amy's, capturing her top lip. Amy immediately melted into the kiss and brought a hand up to cup Karma's cheek. The redhead teased her tongue along the seam of Amy's lips, which parted almost instantly to grant her access.

Amy sighed in the other girl's mouth before moving her other hand to the back of Karma's neck, pulling her in. Karma had one hand on the bed, bracing herself, while the other was wrapped around Amy's waist. She pushed lightly, trying to get her girlfriend to lie down. Amy pulled away.

"Don't think this is getting you out of studying; you need to pass this test," Amy told her sternly. Karma rolled her eyes and nodded quickly before shoving the blonde's upper half so it was flat on the bed she could hover over her.

"Just a ten minute break, pllleeeeeassseee?" Karma begged. Amy glared at the redhead, but her lips quirked up and she pulled Karma down on top of her so every inch of their bodies could touch.

"You're such a whiner," she teased before capturing the other girl's lips with her own.

The sound of Amy's phone going off twenty minutes later pulled the girls out of their makeout session. For about four seconds.

"It's just Shane," Amy panted out, recognizing the ringtone. She quickly pulled Karma's lips back to hers.

The redhead had no objections. She currently had a hand in blonde hair while the other was under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of Amy's stomach. Karma was slowly sliding her hand higher up. And for a moment, she was optimistic that the two were going to further the physical side of their relationship.

That is until Amy's phone chirped signaling a text message.

Karma pulled her mouth away. "You should get it. You know he won't stop til one of us answers." As if he had heard that statement, Amy's phone started blasting Shane's ringtone again.

Amy grunted in annoyance and gently pushed Karma until she was lying next to her so the blonde could sit up. She reached over to Karma's nightstand and snatched her phone.

"What is it, Shane?" she growled.

"Oh, I can see I interrupted some hanky panky time-"

"Shane!" Amy interrupted. "What. Is. It?"

"We're going to the party Friday night right?"

Amy scrunched her eyebrows, taken aback, and sat up fully, swinging her feet off the side of the bed. The trio never got invited to parties. "What party?"

"The one at your house. Apparently your mom's gonna be outta town and Lauren's dad is having his groom shower. Who the hell has a groom shower? I mean, I understand a bridal shower-"

Amy briefly wondered how she was the last person in her house to know these types of things. "I'm not having a party, Shane."

"Well, you're not, but apparently Lauren is." Amy sighed. She should've known. Of course Lauren would have a party, being the most popular girl in school and all. She had probably been dying to host one for the past few months.

"How the hell do you know this before me?"

"Because I actually answer my phone!" There was a pause. "And Liam texted me about it. Lauren invited him and he was wondering if we were going."

Karma was nearly dying of curiosity at this point and sidled up until she was right beside Amy. "What's going on?"

Amy quickly glanced at her before going back to the conversation. "Look, I'll text you later about it, okay? I'll have to ask Karma if she'll want to go." Amy inwardly rolled her eyes. Of course Karma would want to go; the girl has always as an irrational desire to be among the popular crowd.

"Where do I possibly want to go?" Amy hung up her phone.

"I guess there's a party at my house tomorrow night. My mom and Bruce are both gonna be gone and Lauren's throwing one."

All Karma said was "Oh" but Amy could practically feel the excitement pulsating off of her girlfriend.

"Do you wanna go?" Amy asked, turning to her.

Karma sucked her lips in as she tried to read the blonde's expression. She knew Amy didn't care for parties; she would much rather just watch a movie with her and Shane.

Okay, probably just her because they would most likely end up making out at some point. And no one wants to do that with an audience. Especially Amy.

But she really wanted to go to a party, dammit! As much as she loved Amy and Shane, she wasn't opposed to broadening her friendship circle. Amy was the one who cherished small friend groups.

"I kinda do," Karma said after a moment. Amy nodded slowly. The redhead could tell she wasn't thrilled with the idea. "But if you don't want to-"

"No," Amy interrupted. "you want to do this, so we will. Plus, I've known you've been dying to go to one for a while now."

"So…we're going?" Karma asked with hesitancy. Her girlfriend was notorious for changing her mind at the last minute, but Karma would remember this moment and use it to guilt trip the blonde.

Amy smiled softly. "We're going." Karma's face lit up. "Considering it's at my house, it would be weird to not go to it. Lauren can't kick us out. And I'm sure my mom and Bruce would gr-"

Karma's mouth muffled the rest.