A/N: Hey guys! Saw the show yesterday and totally fell in love with it. I just had to write a fiction about Amy and Karma. They're fucking cute. I actually have no idea how long the story will be, I just wrote what came to my mind. If you have any ideas on how you'd like this fiction to process just tell me I'm pretty open about hearing your thoughts since I have nothing much planned out for this story yet. Well, enough rambling.

Story Synopsis: Starts off at the Homecoming Dance where Amy just demonstrated to her mother that it is actually her who is 'the other lesbian'.


Abort!

A fake closet is still a closet

Chapter One

Hey Mom, don't fling me away, I just might be gay

Oh fuck no.

I did not just do that.

Fuck, Amy, what the fuck?!

Our stupid pretending most likely led to me being homeless now. Awesome, start trying to welcome the feeling of a nice cosy cardboard box sheltering you at night plus plastic bags around your feet to keep them all warm and fuzzy. I'll get my room back, my ass! Now Lauren will mostly get both fucking rooms. Fuck.

Sure, it felt great to let my mother's perfect façade crumble for once but now I just feel horrible. Don't get me wrong, I'm still topping out remembering how she stumbled over her words, it's just that I have this moral certainty there will be a nice, smooth scream-down when I return home. By then she might have overcome her state of shock and will tell that lovely asshole who's replacing my dad about all this. And then his southern republican ass will kick me out.
At least Karma hasn't slept with Liam. Yet. Her telling me that she'll now try to turn him into someone who won't just sleep with her because she's that epic, hot lesbo chick, but due to the fact that she'll make him fall in love with her gives me the willies. I know I should be lucky for her. I just can't when I feel for her. Whatever the hell it is I feel.

"You okay?" Karma asks me and I shiver at her breath softly blowing against my jawbone. Indulging in the feelings she makes me undergo I seem to have taken too long to answer for I notice her loosen our embrace. She is looking at me, trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle that is me. She touches my cheek; Karma has always been deeply affectionate. With me. Maybe that's just wishful thinking but I've never noticed how she ever has been as caring and gentle towards someone else.

"Amy?" Her urge to be popular often made her seem shallow, that's what I thought how others might have seen her, her sensible side was always spared for me.

"Fuck, Karma, it's just so overwhelming. I came out of a fucking pseudo closet. And in front of my mother that is. She's not like your parents, you know that, right? I'm so gonna be kicked out." I tell her.

"Obviously." Karma tells me sarcastically. I send her a look to tell her to shut it.

"Amy, come on. It will be okay. She'll come around, you know she will. Your mom adores you."

"Yeah, right. It's Lauren she adores. You know, that stupid little bimbo version of my mother, trying to ruin me every chance she gets." Karma sympathetically looks at me and for the first time tonight I notice that her eyes are always wandering over my shoulder for brief moments. Slightly turning my head to the side I spot Liam dancing with Shane.

"You know, I might have to take on that offer..." I thoughtfully say to get her attention back.

"What offer?" She asks me, her eyes already back on Liam.

"The offer made by your parents. That I could crash at your place for the time being if things don't go as smooth as planned." Now her attention is fully back on me.

"Oh Amy." She sighs and hugs me. I don't even know how this conversation and how I became so miserable that's just not me.

"But I must say, even though the closet was only faked, it still felt revolutionary coming out of it." Karma smiled at that. Gosh, her smile is freaking beautiful.

"Damn, have you seen your mom's face? Fucking hilarious!" She says me while her smile turns into a cheeky grin which makes me grin in return.

Slow-dance time seemed to be up since the DJ decided now would be a good moment for some 'shake that ass' music. Still kind of kept within my thoughts I nearly missed Karma getting on her tiptoes, kissing my nose and telling me she'll be right back. Leaving me alone on the dance floor, trying not to sneeze because of a slight tingle suddenly being present in the tip of my nose.


She doesn't return until it's time to head home.

"Where have you been?" I knew where she was. Shortly after she left Liam was nowhere to be found as well.

"Oh, you know…" She says, winking at me.

"You did not just -" I start, but she immediately stops me, getting what I was intending.

"No, Amy. No. We just talked." The mischief in her eyes tells me that she is not one hundred percent honest. My stomach becomes queasy and I leave her be about it, because I actually don't want to know what they have done.

"You didn't come back." I nevertheless state. Even though I don't want to know how far their sucking faces went this time I still want her to know that she hurt me. A little.

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

"I was waiting." Now I'm getting pathetic.

"I'm sorry okay? What's wrong, can't you be happy for me?" She asks and starts to walk towards the exit, most definitely believing I'm following. But no, I don't follow her. And I don't seem to be able to be happy for her. At least not when she is with him.

"I am." I lie, "It's just, you could have told me you wouldn't be back for the next two hours." I notice myself becoming louder while speaking.
People are already looking. Always looking, always noticing.
Three days ago no one would have cared about us bantering, but now they all want a piece of it. Front row seats for a staged drama, that's actually not as staged as Karma thinks it to be.
She turns around furiously, walking back to me. I keep staying in the same spot, waiting for the piano to crash me. She is standing in front of me and I wait for her to bitch back, but all I notice are her hands grabbing the back of my head, pulling it near to hers and crushing her lips on mine. It is not like the first kiss. Not at all. It's not uncertain, pure and careful. It's harsh and rough and fierce. She is dominating me. Telling me to cut it. And I do.
Because even though this kiss is quite hurtful it makes me feel just as warm and unsure about who I am as the first one.
When I finally start to kiss her back I notice a change. She's going softer, her lips are not pressing as harsh into mine as they did before and her hands that were grabbing my head and pulling my hair start to caress my cheek and neck. Karma breaks the kiss and I open my foggy eyes looking straight into hers. Before she turns around and indicates me to tag along I notice a small near-to-be-there flash in her eyes. While we leave the Homecoming Dance people are applauding and I still feel as confused about this whole situation as ever.


A/N:Well?