"Earth to Amy?" Karma repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Hmm?, what was that?" Amy responded dreamily.
"I said I can't make it to girls night in because Liam is meeting my parents today." Karma huffed. "I wish you would pay more attention, you don't seem to be all there in the head these days." Karma added.
"Are you calling my crazy?" Amy joked. But it was true, since meeting Reagan she hadn't been all there in the head. They had been dating for two weeks now. One date a week, although Amy wished it was much more. Both of their dates had been a quick coffee and pleasant conversation due to Reagan's hectic work schedule, but this week she had made sure to clear her schedule and make time for a proper date. Amy was excited but also wanted to throw up. This date was the important one, the one where they will actually be in each others presence for more than twenty minutes. Sure they have texted and talked on the phone non stop but that never compared to being with each other in person, it's was more intense and any flirting they had done over the phone soon vanished into awkward silences.
"So is that alright?" Karma asked loudly. Amy had drifted off yet again.
"Yeah, it's fine." Amy responded chewing on the end of her pencil.
"Are you sure? You aren't bothered that I am missing girls night in for the second time in a row?" Karma emphasised.
"No really, it's fine." Amy insisted. Truth was she didn't really care that they had missed girls night for two weeks now. She hadn't even given it a second thought. Friday's were the only day's that her and Reagan could go out to quickly grab a coffee and that was Amy's interest right now, not watching a film she and Karma had watched one hundred times just to mock it.
"Something you girls want to share with the class?" called Miss Smith from the front of the class.
"No thank you." Karma replied while glancing at Amy who was staring out the window absently still chewing on the end of her pencil.
Only the bell signalling the end of the class and more importantly the end of the school day snapped Amy out of her thoughts. She stood up abruptly almost knocking her table over in the process.
"Alright, have fun with Liam." Amy said to Karma while slinging her backpack over her shoulders.
Karma frowned. "Wait, Liam isn't coming to my house until later, I was hoping you could give me a pep talk."
"Oh." Amy grimaced. "You know….I have a lot of homework to do and I need to catch up on this paper. As you witnessed I was pretty out of it." Amy shrugged hoping that it was enough to convince Karma, she didn't wait to find out. "Okay, I'll call you later." Amy waved while walking hurriedly out of the classroom.
Amy continued that pace all the way home, running straight to her room and closing the door. Immediately she started stripping out of her clothes and jumped in the shower. The beads of hot water burnt her skin pleasantly and broke her off her invasive thoughts, she concentrated on the lather rather than the upcoming date. Ten minutes later Amy felt much better and had a much clearer head. Shuffling towards her wardrobe she ruffled through her clothing and decided on something simple. Black jeans, red converse and a crisp white t shirt, she didn't want to seem as if she was trying too hard. Pleased with her choice Amy pulled on her clothes and walked over to check her phone. Nothing. Reagan hadn't contacted her all day and this continued silence was driving her mad. With shaky fingers she dialled Reagan's number.
"Hey, you haven't changed your mind have you?" Amy asked nervously.
"What makes you think that?" Reagan's voice teased her affectionally.
"We haven't contacted each other all day," Amy whined.
"You could have contacted me you know." Reagan teased again.
"I didn't want to seem clingy or anything." Amy whispered shyly.
"Hey, look out your window." Reagan whispered back.
Amy sprang to the her window an hiked up her blinds. Reagan's truck was sitting outside of her window and Reagan gave her a small smile and wave. Amy bit her lip and smiled back.
"What are you doing here so early?" Amy cooed.
"I was nervous and decided to go for a drive and here I am!" Reagan smiled still looking at Amy. "You know we don't have to keep talking on the phone right?" She laughed.
"Oh yeahhh!" Amy realised and hung up the phone before bolting down the stairs and straight out the front door.
Amy cringed and slowed down before reaching Reagan's truck. She thought she looked desperate and over eager, not that Reagan noticed or cared actually, she was too busy being nervous herself.
Reagan quickly jumped out her truck and opened Amy's door for her. She mentally scolded herself when Amy turned her back to her. "What am I, a knight and Amy a princess?" Reagan rolled her eyes to herself but then smiled a little. Would that really be so bad? She strolled around back to her side of the truck and heaved herself into her seat. Amy was too busy fidgeting nervously with her seatbelt to notice, she just couldn't seem to get it into the lock.
"Damn it!"Amy hissed.
"Here let me." Reagan reached over and grabbed the belt from Amy accidentally grabbing Amy's fingers as well. This was the first time they had made intimate contact and they both knew it. They froze neither one knowing what to do, their hearts pounding and their breath stopped by nerves.
Reagan spoke first, breaking the silence, "Sorry, the belt gets twisted in the anchorage point sometimes." She leaned over Amy to reach the anchorage, she was as good as sprawled across Amy's lap now. Amy clenched her fists and took a deep breath. In the process inhaling Reagan's scent, woody and definitely an apple shampoo in the mix. Amy closed her eyes and hummed approvingly.
"Did you say something?" Reagan leaned back into her seat and slammed the tongue of the seatbelt into the buckle.
"Nope." Amy replied quickly.
"Alrighty then, you ready?" Reagan smiled while putting on her seatbelt.
"Yeah, let's do it." Amy sighed nervously.
"This is our first stop", Reagan nodded pulling up towards a convenience store. Once the truck had slowed she got out leaving Amy looking a little bewildered inside.
"You coming Amy?" Reagan called behind her while entering the shop.
"Oh, yeah. Coming." Amy scrambled to undo her belt.
Once inside Amy got a good look at what Reagan was wearing. Reagan looked casual but great. She was wearing a black t-shirt with Bjork's face on it, a grey hoodie layered with a dark green bomber jacket, black skinny jeans and green vans that matched her jacket. Amy was glad that she hadn't over dressed. Reagan poked Amy and drew her eyes up to the CCTV video facing the front of the store.
"We look good together." Reagan noted. Amy nodded in agreement.
"Pick anything you fancy." Reagan suggested and emphasised her comment by stretching her arm towards the aisles.
"Really?" Amy answered wide eyed.
"It's just snacks Amy." Reagan laughed while making her way towards them.
Reagan made quick work of grabbing her selection from the shelves. Crisps, chocolate bars, fizzy sweets and pop corn. Amy gingerly picked a few bags of crisps as Reagan balanced all of her snacks under her chin and making her way to the counter. She quickly jogged back to the drink aisle and got herself a carton of apple juice and a pack of plastic cups.
Reagan eyed Amy's meager selection. "Is that it?"
"Yeah, this is good." Amy responded.
"Alright then." Reagan responded unconvinced.
The cashier made quick work of tallying and bagging their items and soon they were on their way back to the truck.
"Music?" Reagan asked turning her key in the ignition.
"No, I'm alright thanks." Amy responded.
"Alright, but don't blame me if you get bored. This is going to be a long drive." Reagan shrugged releasing her handbrake, shifting her gears and pulling out.
Twenty minutes had passed in a comfortable silence. Amy's head leaning against the window the soothing vibrations of the truck soothing her. She had been watching Reagan the entire drive but Reagan didn't seem to notice. Amy enjoyed Reagan's profile. Her wispy baby hair was lifting off her forehead, her eyes large, dark and focused on the road. Her nose small and turned up, which Amy thought was adorable. Her lips pink and plump because Reagan had been biting them due to intense concentration. Her hair was blunt and seemed a good few inches shorter than their first few dates.
"Did you cut your hair?" Amy asked never taking her eyes off Reagan.
Reagan instinctively rolled the edges of her hair around her fingers. 'Yeah, I hate when it gets too long, I prefer it to be blunt and shortish.'
Amy nodded. "I thought as much, I really like it."
"Thank you for noticing." Reagan turned her head to face Amy's and gave a quick smile before concentrating on the road again.
"So where are you going? Are you kidnapping me?" Amy joked while rolling her head along the cool glass.
"Would you like that?" Reagan teased, her voice more husky than usual due to not speaking for a while.
"Maybe." Amy crooned.
"Well, I'm not kidnapping you unfortunately, but I swear you'll like it." Reagan insisted.
Amy suddenly felt tingly. Reagan insisting that she would like it? What was it she actually had planned?. They were on their third date after all. Suddenly Amy sat up flustered.
"Something I said?" Reagan smirked.
Amy licked her lips nervously.
The rest of the drive continued in silence.
Reagan backed her truck onto the grass and the rocking caused Amy to be roused awake. Amy looked around and saw a lot of trees and a lot of grass.
"So. You are kidnapping me?" Amy laughed sleepily.
"No. Would I kidnap you with so many people around?" Reagan asked with a scrunch on her face. "Come on sleepyhead," she encouraged while hopping out of her truck.
Amy squinted. They were indeed surrounded by a lot of cars and also a huge projector screen.
Amy squealed definitely awake now. "Drive in movie!?"
"Yes, something like that." Reagan called back making her way to the back of her truck with the bag of snacks. Amy followed and waited as Reagan slide the bed cover off her truck.
Amy's eyes went wide. Reagan had made the back of the trunk very cosy. It was carpeted and covered in fluffy blankets and cushions. Amy ran her hand on the soft carpet.
'This is really nice' she mumbled.
Reagan nodded. "I spend a lot of time in the back of my truck, so I might as well make it cosy right? Well, get in then." Reagan gestured for Amy to hop in and Reagan climbed in after her. She dumped her snacks all over the blankets and Amy eyed them immediately noticing that her belly was rumbling. Reagan noticed and smiled. '" knew that you would want more, so I bought extra, here take some." She thrust some of the snacks Amy's way and Amy was more than happy to accept.
"So what are we watching?" Amy managed to ask through a mouthful of salt and vinegar crisps.
Reagan checked her watch. "All Cheerleaders Must Die, should be starting right about no-"
Reagan was cut off by the deafening sound of the movie starting. She and Amy got comfortable under the separate blankets but definitely close together.
Early into the movie Reagan and Amy quickly established that Reagan was Leena and Amy was Maddy. They had agreed so quickly that Amy wondered if it was always going to be this easy and was more than happy for it to always be this way.
"What a DICK!" Amy yelled when Terry hit Tracy.
"True." Reagan agreed while tossing pop corn into her mouth.
They established a good to and fro. Reagan would eat a few popcorns and then place a few into Amy's open mouth and then chase it with apple juice, because Amy was hungry but too engrossed in the film to feed herself. Reagan didn't mind though, she was just glad that this date was going well, well enough that Amy gasped and leaned into her arms without thinking when Terry ran the girls car off the road.
"What a piece of shit!" Amy gasped. "Seriously!"
"Mmm," Reagan replied distracted by Amy's head that was now on her chest. Reagan held her breath and with shaky fingers and hesitantly reached down to stroke Amy's hair. Amy didn't appear to react, too engrossed in the film from Reagan's point of view. Reagan continued to watch the film.
Reagan couldn't see her face but Amy was smiling ear to ear. They were cuddling and Reagan was stroking her hair. This was absolute bliss for Amy. She snuggled deeper in Reagan's chest, testing the waters and was delighted when Reagan continued what she was doing. Although Amy was kind of annoyed at the blanket separating them. She shot straight up.
"What's wrong?" Reagan asked concern spreading over her face.
"I want to share your blanket." Amy answered back confidently. Or at least she hoped that's what she was portraying.
Reagan gave a sigh of relief. "I thought you were running out on me", she breathed lifting the side of her blanket so that Amy could share it with her. Amy crawled slide under Reagan's blanket but this time she rested her head on Reagan's shoulder. She wanted to smell her again, wanted to inhale the scent that she had inhaled earlier in the day. Reagan didn't resist, too busy eating sour Haribo's to be nervous, Amy was grateful for that.
Their screen was blessed with Brooke Butler walking down the street in her matching white underwear. All the rights part firm and all the right parts bouncing.
Reagan let out a little whistle. Amy laughed and nudged her.
"Hey!" Amy teased.
"What?" Reagan grinned. "She's hot!"
"I bet you look better," Amy blurted before she could realise what she was saying.
Reagan raised her eyebrows and smirked at Amy.
"Guess you will have to wait and see," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and turned her attention back to the screen.
Amy could feel her skin getting hot and not because of the bundle of blankets they were under.
"So there will be a next time then?" Amy enquired tentatively.
"Duh. Or are you not having good time?" Reagan asked a hint of worry in her voice.
"No. No. I am having a great time," Amy corrected. "Don't worry, you're doing a good job, I'm having fun," she reassured placing her hand on Reagan's.
It was so easy to do, like she had been doing it forever. Amy's noticed that her hands were sweaty, that always happened when she was nervous but if Reagan noticed she didn't make a fuss. Reagan lifted her fingers, interlocking them with Amy's, her eyes on the screen the entire time, eyes wide in anticipation, or realisation, Amy wasn't sure. She nuzzled further into Reagan and Reagan responded by running her thumb along the top of Amy's hand chomping happily on her sweets.
The rest of the film continued this way. Reagan and Amy holding hands happily. Reagan dropping food into Amy's mouth when she asked. Amy shouting insults at Terry 'the douche of the film'. Amy's body being shook by the roar of Reagan's laughs. The ending credits rolled and both of the girls didn't want this date to end, they just sat there for a while watching the cars disappear one by one until they were the only ones left. The projector screen was finally turned off and Reagan and Amy were practically left sitting in the dark, with tiny flickers of lights every now and then from the stars above them.
"Well….? I guess we shoul-?" Reagan started.
"Just a few more minutes, please?" Amy whined.
"That's fine by me." Reagan sighed her thumb still stroking Amy's hand.
The few minutes passed by too quickly but the girls dragged themselves up nonetheless. Amy shivered and cursed her choice of clothing, it was fine when she was sharing body heat but now she knew she had made a misstep. Reagan noticed, she adjusted her bed cover and walked over to Amy while peeling off her bomber jacket.
"Here, you should wear this." She offered.
Amy shrugged. "No, I'm fine."
"Stop trying to play hero I can see the goosebumps on your skin Amy." Reagan insisted.
By the time Amy had the chance to say anything else Reagan had whipped her jacket around her shoulders. Their eyes locked and time seemed to stand still. Reagan was pulling the jacket tight and Amy could feel Reagan's fist flexing against the material. She made the decision to pull her closer and Amy didn't resist, probably stepping closer than necessary. Reagan's eye dropped from Amy's eyes to her lips and then back to her eyes, she licked her lips absently never loosening the grip on the jacket. The air between them was thick and hot, due to their open mouthed breathing. Each breathe daring the other to make the first move. Amy's eyes dropped to Reagan's lips.
"You want to kiss me don't you?" Amy teased hoarsely. More hoarse, less tease.
Reagan nodded slightly. "Yeah, I really do."
"You smell so good," Amy breathed, eyes closed leaning forward a little.
Reagan licked her lips again, fists still pulling at her jacket and she made her decision.
She pressed her lips against Amy's, once, twice, three times. By the third time Amy had been swung around and pressed up against the back of Reagan's truck, lips never leaving each other. Amy had never been kissed like this. All of her kisses with Karma were always for show, never passionate nor all consuming. Not like this, she had never been kissed like she was wanted, needed even, and she was going to savour every second of it. Reagan's body was pressed tight against hers, there was no room to breathe, they were feeding each other the air that they needed. Reagan's hands were cupping Amy's face, her fingers stroking Amy's cheeks and lips, her touch felt electric on Amy's skin, sparks flying wherever Reagan's fingers trailed. Reagan pulled away from Amy's lips placing a few hot, wet open mouthed kisses along her jaw and then stopped abruptly, resting her forehead against Amy's, her hands loosening on the jacket.
Reagan opened her eyes to look at Amy. Her breathing was laboured, her eyes glazed. She blinked a few times to compose herself.
"Okay, we have to stop right now." Reagan whispered.
"I know." Amy breathed biting her bottom lip.
Reagan's hands reluctantly let go of the jacket completely and she motioned for Amy to get into the truck.
The ride home was a blur of intertwining fingers and recapping the film.
After what felt like too soon Reagan's truck had pulled up outside of Amy's house. Amy looked at Reagan and then at her house and back again, she pouted and slumped in her seat.
"I don't want to go." Amy complained.
"I know," Reagan sighed while opening her door and walking around to Amy's side. She opened the door and waited for Amy to drag herself from the truck.
Amy fluttered her eyes. "Walk me to the door?"
Reagan nodded. Amy grabbed the tips of her fingers and led her to her front door.
"So, this was better than those coffee dates right?" Reagan asked hopefully while looking down and scuffing her shoes on the ground.
"So much better, not that the coffee dates weren't nice." Amy smiled pulling Reagan closer to her. Her back was pressed against the front door, Reagan's hands either side of her head, her hips pressed against Amy's and soon her lips.
The heat was immense, emphasising how good Reagan smelled. Amy felt like the door was going to break off it's hinges and send her crashing to the ground. Her legs felt like jelly, hell her entire body felt like jelly. She wrapped her arms around Reagan's neck to keep her upright, bought her leg up which Reagan grabbed eagerly. Her hand roamed from Amy's calf up to thigh and Amy was grateful that her porch light didn't work so that it wasn't illuminating the look of pure desire on her face. Reagan's hand squeezed her thigh, twice, and then she let it fall to the ground.
Reagan looked up at Amy, Reagan's eyes were dreamy and unfocused, her face pink from all the rubbing, her lips full of blood.
"Mmm, isn't this kind of stuff usually reserved for the fifth date?" Reagan joked, trying to clear the air of lust that was between them.
"So there will be a fifth date?" Amy whispered her eyes lighting up.
"What do you think?" Reagan teased, she pushed herself off the door and took a step back from Amy creating space that was definitely needed. "Alright so, I'm gonna get going..." Reagan pointed her thumb towards her truck and started stepping backwards.
"Wait!" Amy called. She needed one more kiss. She stepped towards Reagan, grabbed her by the the collar and yanked her towards her and placing one long, lingering kiss on her and then pushed her away. "Okay, you gotta go right now". Amy breathed.
"I'm going" Reagan laughed walking backwards eyes still on Amy then she spun on her heels and then got in her truck. With a small smile of regret Reagan started her ignition and pulled away.
Amy stepped in her house and was immediately confronted by her mother.
"Karma was here, said you were supposed to be here doing homework. Where were you? You said you would call her didn't you?" Amy's mother spoke while wiping the dining room table.
"Oh." Amy replied not really paying attention, too busy enjoying the tingling on her lips.
"Who's jacket is that?" Amy's mother demanded.
Amy hadn't even realised that she still had it draped over her shoulders.
"I went on a date." Amy smiled.
"Was he nice?" Amy's mother asked sweetly.
"Yeah.," Amy sighed. "He was."
Amy drifted upstairs to her room and curled up on her bed. The bed that she wished Reagan was on right now. She placed Reagan's jacket on top of her, the smell enveloping her and flooding her with memories of their date. Soon she was drifting off to sleep.
Karma's calls went unanswered.