soo a long while ago I gotan anon on Tumblr, "prompt where Liam tells Karma that he slept with another girl and they break up, and she cries to Amy about it. Amy tells Karma that she slept with Liam and Karma gets upset and leaves. Then a couple weeks later Karma sees Amy on a date with a girl (Like the one she is about to kiss in the promo) and gets jealous. Karmy endgame please!"
this was the result. there will be a bit of an adventure before Karmy, but as requested, such is indeed endgame.
the second chapter is already written and will be uploaded shortly after this one.
Amy was startled when her bedroom door flew open a certain auburn haired girl swept inside. "Karma!" she gasped, realizing that her friend had mascara streaked on her cheeks, a trembling chin and running nose.
"I need my best friend right now.." Karma mumbled, raising a hand to her lips to cover her mouth as a sob escaped.
"Oh Karma," the blonde cooed, meeting the crumbling teen in front of her bed and allowing her best friend to sob in her arms. Amy gingerly cradled her friend and led her to the edge of her bed where she sat them both. Karma leaned heavily against the blonde, desperately trying to gain control of herself. But the sobs continued to rip from her throat, her small hands tightly fisting that silly donut shirt.
Amy knew she had to wait this out until Karma was composed enough to talk. So she kept her arms around her friend, grounding her, rubbing her back and gently shushing her. It pained her to see the auburn beauty so distraught and she couldn't imagine what had caused this.
Eventually Karma ran out of tears. She was left with sniffles and hiccups and exhaustedly she rest her forehead on Amy's shoulder, letting her arms snake around her friend's slim waist. "Liam.."
One word breathed from those lips and Amy screwed her eyes shut. This damn boy was the cause of all their grief lately.
Karma took a shuddering breath and went on to say, "I broke things off with him," with a voice so strained that Amy could almost feel her pain.
Amy pressed her cheek against soft hair and gently asked the loaded question, "Why?"
"He-He-" those arms around Amy's waist tightened, "He said he slept with someone else!" All air escaped Amy as Karma began to sob again. "How could he do that?" The blonde stroked her friend's back, hushing her softly. "Why aren't you telling me how much of a douche bag he is?" Karma asked weakly, sniffling.
It was now or never, she thought to herself. Amy wiggled out of Karma's hold, running her hands along her best friend's arms. "Because I have no right to any more." When Karma did that adorably confused face with the eyebrows all scrunched together, Amy couldn't stand to meet her eye and looked down at the bedspread before muttering, "I had sex with Liam," the regret evident by her bitterness.
"W-What?" Karma was wide eyed, staring at her best friend like she'd never seen her before. "You had sex with who?"
Amy slammed her eyes shut, grimacing as the words left her mouth. "Liam Booker."
"Why? What? Amy you said you were gay!" The auburn haired teen's face was twisted with the absurdity going around her. Then her features evolved into hurt as she whispered, "You said you loved me."
"I do," Amy whimpered, watching as Karma ripped herself away and stood, pacing agitatedly around the small space.
"You both betrayed me! With each other of all people!" Suddenly she whirled on Amy, who sat frozen in place by piercing hazel, "You always hated him, what changed your mind?"
"N-nothing," she stuttered out, flabbergasted by this turn of events. "I still don't like him. He's trash and it only happened because we were both drunk and upset over you."
"Oh, so it's my fault you two slept together?"
"No! I'm not saying that at all! Karma just chill out for a minute so we can talk about this, please."
"Did you really just tell me to chill out?" She screeched, causing Amy to flinch. Definitely not her best choice of words.
"Can we please just talk about this?" The blonde begged, standing and approaching her friend. This is exactly what she didn't want to happen, exactly why she wanted to keep it hidden until she could find an easy way to break this to her.
"No, I'm done talking to you Amy."
The way Karma had said it sounded final, but not an end of conversational kind of final more like an end of their friendship and Amy felt tears prickle at the corner of her eyes. "Please, Karma, don't do this."
Karma took a step back, towards the door and settled Amy with a cool look of indifference, her jaw clenching tightly before she curtly informed her, "I'm not doing anything, Amy. You and Liam did this to yourselves." The tears clouding Amy's eyes made it hard to see clearly, and the blonde couldn't see the pain in the other girl's eyes.
And there Karma went. Barging in like a storm, ripping apart Amy only to leave without a care of what was left behind. Amy buried her fingers in her hair and let the tears fall as she dropped face forward onto her mattress. And it was the blonde's turn to sob herself into exhaustion.
"Amy it's been a week!"
"Six days, eight hours, fifteen minutes and some odd seconds, actually." She shifts her forlorn gaze to Shane. "I've been counting.."
Shane was staring at her like the first the she pulled that counting-the-time-without-Karma, as if she had three heads and he pitied her. But she couldn't help it. Things were just so weird when she couldn't talk to her best friend like normal. They haven't sat and had lunch together since last Friday, and barely spoken ten words over the course of a week while avoiding each other in the halls of Hester high. The school was buzzing with gossip about their breakup and other pointless things like new students and the food menu getting a Brazilian makeover for the next week. Amy sighed and folded her arms on top of her bent knees, resting her chin there and staring across the field from their perch under the tree.
"Honestly Amy, you're not going to get very far sitting here sulking all the time. Have I ever told you that the best way to get over someone is to get underneath somebody else?" He flashed a bright smile, throwing an arm around his friend, pulling her into his side and squeezing.
Amy let out a breathy laugh, her lips pulling into a strained smile as she said, "Shane, you know I can't just stop loving her right?"
"I know but a little distraction never hurt, right?" He gave another squeeze, tilting his head to rest it against hers, "Anything to keep you from crying those pretty green eyes out at night."
Amy shifted awkwardly. It had become a regular occurrence to call Shane at night, sometimes falling asleep on the phone after crying for hours. He was an okay substitute for the girl she called her best friend, but it just wasn't the same. She sighed deeply, mumbling, "I guess it couldn't hurt.."
"Excellent!" He pressed a kiss to her temple and shot up from his seat beside her, grinning from ear to ear. "Leave it all up to me I'll set you up with a couple girls just to get your feet wet. Is tomorrow or Sunday better for you?"
"Already?" She asked wide eyed and fearful of the thought.
Shane raised his eyebrows, "Well duh, you're like fresh meat for the lesbians and once you make your split from Karma obvious with a few coffee dates the ladies will be tripping over themselves to get to know you." Shane's wolf-like grin had her shaking her head.
But she conceded, "Whatever. Tomorrow's fine I guess." When he opened his mouth to speak she cut him off with a quick, "And no, I can handle dressing myself this time."
He waved his hand, "Whatever you say, just please don't roll out of bed in your pajama's. Gotta go work my magic I'll text you later about everything, duces biatch." He scrunched his nose at her and Amy shot him a small smile back, watching as he pranced away.
Rolling her eyes and settling her chin back on her knees, she thought to herself, What did I just get myself into?
The rest of the school day actually passed really fast and in no time at all Amy found herself lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching House Hunters in her favorite donut shirt and sweats. It wasn't that late but Amy could feel exhaustion creeping up on her, eyes shutting and flickering open moments later to refocus on the television. But a knock on the door startled her alertness and she rubbed her sore eyes and stumbled to answer the door. With a yawn she threw it open, surprised to see Karma of all people standing there with a blotchy face and red rimmed eyes.
"Amy I'm so sorry," were the first words out of her mouth and shell-shocked, Amy stood there like an idiot as her auburn haired friend stepped forward and reached for her hands. "I never should have freaked on you, my best friend, like that all over a stupid boy and a drunken mistake. I didn't even let you explain and this week has been absolute torture not talking to you."
Amy blinked those big green eyes and her stupid mouth just had to blurt the first thing that sprang to her mind, "Seven days, two hours and eighteen minutes actually." She felt her cheeks burn and cleared her throat, pulling her hand away and mumbling, "But who's counting."
"Oh Amy!" Karma lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her best friend's neck, pulling her close and nearly strangling her with the force of her hug.
"K-Karma-" Amy choked out, wiggling until the other girl loosened her hold enough to let Amy pull back. But she could only move so far and their noses were only inches apart. And oh good Lord her stomach was in knots. "Karma, one I'm sorry isn't going to erase everything that happened," she mumbled, unable to look into those hazel eyes.
"Oh." Karma dropped her arms and Amy peeked up to see the forlorn expression on the girl's face. It was torturous. Karma was here seeking forgiveness and every fiber of Amy's being wanted to give it. But she knew that it wouldn't do anything but perpetuate an unhealthy relationship, she wasn't okay, Karma wasn't okay and both of them together weren't okay.
"We have a lot to sort out," Amy breathed. It was gorgeous the way Karma's eyes lit up with hope.
"Anything," Karma insisted, reaching out and taking Amy's hand.
"Okay," she drew out the word and stepped back, taking her hand out of Karma's grip. "First thing, boundaries. I confessed my love for you, you rejected me, we were working on being friends, we have to do that again. Without the serenading and long winded speeches about growing old together."
"Right, yeah I can totally do that. We'll go right back to how things were before we faked being girlfriends."
Amy shook her head and shuffled into the living room. She knew Karma was following because the door clicked shut and her sandals slapped along the hard wood. "No, Karma, things won't ever be like that again. We can't cuddle and feed each other snacks likes we used to." She sat heavily on the couch and looked up at her best friend, saying, "You need to get that. It means more to me than it does to you and if you do that stuff it'll just hurt."
Karma's face pinched together in concentration as she took a seat next to Amy, far enough that she hoped the girl felt comfortable. "Yeah, okay. I mean it, I can do that."
"Okay." Amy opened her mouth but wasn't sure what to say next. She was saved when her phone went off. She gave a half-smile to her friend and shuffled through the blankets until she found the beeping piece of crap.
"Who's that?" Karma asked casually leaning into the couch and making herself comfortable.
"Shane," Amy mumbled, eyebrows furrowed as she read the text.
"Oh? What about? You guys have gotten really close, it's nice."
Amy glanced at Karma. The girl had a small smile and the blonde could tell that she was actually being genuine. "Yeah, he really gets me y'know?"
Karma nodded, "So what, does he want you to come over for a party or something?"
"Oh, no, he's just telling me to go to the café tomorrow at.. ugh ten o'clock. Gross. He's lucky I trust him with this."
Looking puzzled, Karma tilted her head. "With what?"
Amy flopped back against the back of the couch and huffed, kicking her sock clad feet up onto the coffee table and grumbling, "Because I'm now an eligible lesbian he wants to set me up on a few dates to make it known exactly how available I am to the lesbians of Austin."
"Oh.." It was a quiet sound and Amy paused, chancing a glance at her best friend from the corner of her eye. And cue the most awkward of awkward silences as Amy silently typed out a reply. When her phone bleeped with a response Karma seemed to finally find her voice, asking a strained, "So, who with? When?"
"Uhm," Amy shifted uncomfortably, turning her head to face Karma and see her friend staring at her with a tight smile, but she was trying at least. "He's lined up two dates for tomorrow, one at ten and another at eleven.."
"Oh wow two dates?" Karma forced a laugh. "Shane's got you rebounding fast huh?"
Amy winced. "Karm, if this is making you uncomfortable, we don't have to―"
"Who said I was uncomfortable?"
A long sigh. "It's obvious. We don't have to talk about this, it's already getting weird.
"It doesn't have to be weird!"
"Well, we're making it weird.."
"So let's stop!" Karma scooted closer and smiled sweetly. "Let me help you pick out an outfit."
Amy let out an exaggerated groan. "No freaking way."
"Why not?" the auburn girl asked with a frown.
"Because that's weird," she emphasized, green eyes squinting at the other.
Karma rolled her eyes and shoved her friend before grabbing her hand and giving a tug. "Come on, just at least show me what you'd planned on wearing. I'll give you an honest opinion okay?"
Feel all kinds of helpless, Amy relented and trudged up the stairs.
end of chapter one