Hey guys! This is my first Faking It fanficion! I am so excited that I have finally put this down in writing. This is sort of how I think Karma will figure out her feelings for Amy. Not exactly, but the same concept. I might finish this, I might now. It really depends if the inspiration hits me. This is how I see it all play out. Reviews and criticism would be greatly appreciated! Enjoy!

P.S. Karmy all the way!

She didn't know why she stepped out the front door. She didn't know why she was walking in the dark cold, but she was. She couldn't understand why the two most important people in her world would want to inflict such pain on her, but here recently, she didn't know a lot of things. She did know this though; her body was numb. Her mind was blank. Her tolerance for anything and everything was absolutely gone. Her heart was experiencing such pain that it had never experienced before. Needless to say, the helpless girl was on autopilot. Her body's default setting was to go to the place that was home.

She hadn't spoken to Amy for days. She had no idea how Amy would react when she would show up at her door. At this point, she didn't care. She was
tired. Emotionally drained. She didn't care how bad the blonde had screwed up. She was confused and hurt. She just wanted her best friend.

As she continued walking she replayed the events of that night. That night when Amy confessed to having more than platonic feelings towards her, she didn't know how to react. So she reacted the way Karma would.

"Amy, I love you too. More than anything in this world, just not like that."

What she said what made everything go downhill. What she said only caused Amy pain. But she did mean what she said… that night.

Ever since that night, new feelings and thoughts have slowly started to creep up on her.

Karma couldn't understand the emotions that were stirring inside her as the beautiful Brazilian locked lips with her best friend. So she did what Karma did best. She ignored it just like all of her other insecurities.

At the group hang, what she felt was confusing, but it was more clear to her then. That was the night Amy informed her that she hadn't told Reagan about her. She was hurt.

"We're best friends, we're insanely close, and I was in love with you."

"Was?"

As much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, that bothered her. She was jealous and even Liam knew it.

"You just can't stand the thought that one day Amy might love someone as much as she loves you.."

Just like everything else, she ignored it.

So ever since that night, Karma hadn't really known what to feel. But now, Karma didn't now how to feel. The pain had numbed her. And that's why she was here. That's why was standing at the gate to Amy's house. Maybe Amy would fix her. Maybe she would make everything better. Amy was her only hope right now.

She approached the steps to the house. Each step she took only became more painful. What was she going to say? She didn't even know what was stirring inside of her right now. How was she going to put everything that was running wild inside of her into words? Everything hurt and she wanted the pain to go away, but it wouldn't leave. She was desperate.

Amy was the only one that could touch her wounds and leave them in better shape than she found them. Amy was the only one that could make her smile, even when she was on the verge of crying. She wanted Amy to fix everything, even though she was the one that shattered it all in the first place. But she couldn't find herself to care. She wanted her best friend. No. She needed her best friend.

She took a deep breath and carefully hit her knuckles to the door. She was left alone with her thoughts until Farrah opened the door. She was greeted with a wide smile and bright green eyes.

"Why hello Karma! I'm guessing you're here to see Amy?"

"Yes. Is she here?", Karma carefully asked.

"She's in her room. Lately, I can't get her out of there for anything!"

Karma knew exactly why. She wasn't the only one hurting from all of this.

"She told me she didn't feel good today at school." She hadn't talked to Amy since all this chaos started.

"Well come on in sweetie. She's right upstairs."

Karma came in and closed the door behind her. The house was filled with a sweet aroma. It was cake. This made her stomach growl. Her appetite had been absent and she hadn't been eating. For some reason, the house, the smell unleashed the desire to eat. She ignored the hunger and made her way to the carpeted stairs.

She swallowed hard and ascended the stairs. As she climbed each step, she admired the pictures hanging along the wall. She couldn't help but feel a little sparkle in her stomach when she spotted one of her and Amy.

It was the picture of them on Amy's 13th birthday. Amy's face was plastered with a big smile and cake. She remembered that day so vividly. She remembered the way Amy laughed and screamed "Karma!" after she shoved her face into the blue frosted cake. She remembered how much they were both hurting from laughing so hard. She also remembered the night proceeding the birthday party. That was the night they both hung up the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling. It was work getting them up there, but to them, "the marvelous view" was so worth it. She remembered how safe she felt in Amy's arms that night as they stared at them. Amy was warm. She smelled of lavender. She molded perfectly into Amy's arms.

She had never missed the warmth and the safeness as much as she did right now.

Finally, Karma was at Amy's door. She felt nervous. She had no idea what she was going to say. She had no idea what Amy was going to say. But there she was so she did the most obvious thing. She swallowed and knocked three times.

"Lauren, leave me alone. I'm fine."

"It's Karma.."

She heard silence for a moment but it was soon disturbed by a twist of the knob.

The door squealed and there she was. She was face to face with all the pain and confusion that she had been feeling lately. Her throat went dry.

Amy looked worn out. There were dark circles underneath her eyes. Her hair was messy, but it looked perfect. Her donut shirt was hanging perfectly off of her shoulders. There she was. It was Amy. The person she had been wanting for so long was right in front of her. Before Amy could say anything, Karma did the only thing her body knew to do. She flung herself into Amy's arms.

She was flooded by everything she had been craving for days. The warmth, the scent, the safety. She was right in the middle of it and she didn't' want to leave.

Amy sniffled, "Karma. I'm so sorry."

Still resting her head on Amy's chest, Karma didn't say anything. Her heart ached and even at this point, she didn't know exactly what to say.

Was she ready to forgive Amy? She didn't know.

Amy was the first one to let go. Karma felt the warmth escape her arms. She was left with a stare from teary, deep green eyes. She looked away because it hurt to much. It hurt to see her friend so hurt and lost.

"Karma, please look at me. It was a mistake. It was a drunken mistake. I was hurt.." Amy sighed.

Karma looked up and returned her stare. She hadn't her voice for days. She missed it. She missed the smoothness. She listened to every word that was coming out of her lips. Her lips. That was the only thing she could pay attention to right now.

"So was Liam, but that didn't give us the right. I am so deeply sorry. Karma, plea-"

Amy's words were cut off by Karma's lips.

Both of their mouths danced together in harmony. Karma ran her hands through her hair, desperately grabbing anything and everything she could take. Her hair smelled like lavender and lips tasted of cherries. This was everything Karma had been craving for these past days. All of the sudden, all her pain, all of her confusion, it was all washed away by Amy's kisses. The deeper Karma kissed her, the more of herself she felt. It finally hit her. This was home.

Karma left kisses along Amy's neck. This felt so right. So good. Karma didn't feel so numb anymore. She was intoxicated by the smell of Amy and her lips moving against hers.

Amy quickly pulled away and grew pale.

Karma finally spoke, "What's wrong?"

She didn't look at her. She only stared behind Karma.

Karma turned around to see what Amy was so concerned. She wish she hadn't turned around.

The girl with the purple and black hair dropped the box she had in her hands. She stood there at the top of the stairs and looked directly at Amy with a blank expression. She didn't look mad. She didn't look sad, just empty. After the cruel silence, she finally spit something out.

"You were right, shrimp girl. You're not straight at all."

She quickly descended the stairs. Amy let go of her and chased after Reagan.

Karma was left with the pulsing of her lips. The pulsing that was created by Amy.

What had she done?

She peeked through the window and saw Amy and Reagan arguing. She could only here loud yells but couldn't make out any words. Reagan threw up her hands and walked away from Amy. She slammed the door to her truck and drove off with no time to waste. Amy was left on the side walk.

She didn't know what Amy was going to do. I mean, Amy loved her right? She kissed her hard and everything about it felt right. Maybe Amy wouldn't be mad. She went to Amy's doorway and waited for her.

A couple of minutes later, she heard steps coming up the stairs. Amy bent down and picked up the box that Reagan hastily dropped. It was a box of donuts. She chuckled. Karma couldn't figure out what kind of chuckle it was. It scared her.

Amy looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. Karma's stomach collapsed.

"Karma, please leave."

Karma's throat went dry and her eyes filled with tears.

"Amy.. No.. I'm.."

With more sternness in her voice Amy said "please.."

Karma cried harder.

"Karma go! Leave! Can't you see what you've done?" Amy sniffled "You can't do this. It's not fair. Please, just leave!"

Amy walked past Karma with the box of donuts. She continued to her room and slammed the door behind her.

Now, Karma knew how Amy felt that night. She sat on the ground and had her back against Amy's door. She cried and cried for a long time. She thought she was hurting before, but this feeling was much worse than before. She finally figured it out. After weeks and weeks of pushing it all back. It finally hit her.

She was in love with Amy.