A/N: Hey everybody! I've had this idea in my head and I thought I would give it a shot and see where it takes me. I've been wanting to write something about Faking It since the second I saw the show and I thought this idea would work best for Amy and Karma. So, I hope you like what I've written. I haven't written anything in a while so I might be a bit rusty. Let me know what you all think. Thanks for reading!
Amy's POV
The morning sun came in through the blinds and woke me. I fluttered my eyes open and stretched out in the massive king size bed, blindly searching for the naked body that I knew was next to mine. My hand came into contact with a hip and I pulled her into me, nuzzling into her neck in the process. I softly kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, "good morning, Dev."
"Mmm, morning baby," Devon replied and kissed my forehead. It was a peaceful way to wake up, something I don't think I would ever get tired of. Waking up with Devon, my girlfriend of a little over two years, in my arms was one of the best feelings. She looked at me with her beautiful green eyes and smiled. "How'd you sleep?"
"Perfectly," I grinned. "Do you want breakfast? I can make you something."
Devon taught me how to cook. When I lived on my own I mostly lived off of cereal, take-out, and pasta. Devon loves to cook. She came from a wealthy family, so her parents often left her and her siblings alone, so she taught herself how to cook because she never liked having people wait on her like her parents do. I've never met her family because they're always on business trips and often not even in the same country, plus she isn't very close with them, but from what she has told me they don't seem like the nicest people.
"I'd love that. Could you make me pancakes?" Her eyes widened and her smile got big at the thought of pancakes. She was like a little kid sometimes, but that was one of the things I loved most about her. She was the first person I let my guard down to since Karma and all the drama that happened in high school. I don't know if I'd ever be able to love her as much as I loved Karma, but I think I could get pretty damn close.
"Of course I can make you pancakes," I said. "Get dressed and I'll have them ready in a little while."
I got out of bed and put a pair of sweatpants and a tank top on. I went to the kitchen and started preparing the pancakes for Devon and I. I had put some music on and was in my own little world while cooking. Sunday's were my favorite because it was the day that neither of us worked and we could just spend the day together. We either sat at home and relaxed or went out on dates. The thing I love the most about Devon is how creative she is. She's always finding new dates and adventures to go on, and I'm never disappointed.
A few minutes later she came up behind me and smacked my ass while I was singing along to the music. I turned around and quickly kissed her on the cheek before I grabbed two plates and loaded them both with pancakes and brought them to the table. We were eating in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes. Devon caught my attention by clearing her throat and nervously smiling at me, which was a sign that she had a lot on her mind.
"What's wrong?" I asked with a mouthful of pancakes. I was a bit nervous about what she was about to say. She looked stressed, and usually she was very carefree, so whatever was on her mind had to be big.
"So, my parents are having a party type thing," she started. "It's probably going to be stuck up snobs spewing bullshit the whole time, but they're making me go... they want you to go also."
"Me?" I asked, taken aback. Every time I've heard a conversation between Devon and her parents it mostly ended in arguing. Apparently Devon was a disappointment to the family for not taking on the family business, plus she was gay which was even worse in her parents' eyes. I didn't know her parents but I already didn't like them because of the way they hurt her. After conversations with her parents she is always upset and locks herself in her study for a few hours, and it angers me the way they treat her. "Why do they want me to go? Don't they hate me because I'm not wealthy and I don't have a penis?"
"Well, yes," she chuckled. "But you should meet them. You'll probably hate them, I know I do, but you should still meet them. They've been nagging me for a while now to bring you around. I think they're surprised you've stuck with me for so long."
"Of course I'll meet them," I said. "I live for these kinds of awkward events. When is this party?"
"It's next Sunday. It's in LA though, so I figured we could stay for a week and take a little vacation while we're at it. Does that sound good?"
"Yeah, that sounds perfect," I said, even though I wasn't very excited to meet her family. I had a feeling it was going to be a very eventful trip.
One week later.
We arrived in LA around 8am on Saturday. We got to LA a day early so we had enough time to get settled in without being thrown into the craziness of Devon's family. We got a rental car and drove to the beautiful hotel where we would be staying for the week. Our room was huge and had an amazing view of the city from the balcony. It was bigger and nicer than my old apartment was before I moved in with Devon.
"Babe, wanna take a nap? I'm so tired," Devon asked. She looked utterly exhausted. We got to the airport at the crack of dawn and due to her fear of flying she didn't get any sleep on the plane ride from New York to LA.
"A nap sounds just about perfect right now."
We climbed into the bed and she cuddled into my side, resting her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through her dirty blonde hair, which I knew she absolutely loved, and listened as her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. It didn't take long at all for her to pass out.
About an hour passed and I was still holding her in my arms as she slept. I was just about to fall asleep myself when there was a loud knock at the door. She jumped in her sleep and woke up from the knocking.
"Lay back down, babe," I whispered. "I'll go see who it is."
I walked to the door and opened it, expecting it to be some employee from the hotel, but I couldn't have been more wrong. There were two people standing in front of me, two people I never thought I would ever see again. Liam Booker and Karma Ashcroft.
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Karma. I stood there in silence. I couldn't form words. My heart was beating so loud that I was sure they could hear it. My stomach was doing somersaults and I felt like I was going to be sick. I was in a state of complete shock.
"This has to be a mistake," Liam chuckled, breaking the awkward silence and nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "You see, we were looking for my sister Devon, but we probably just went to the wrong room."
I couldn't breathe. How the fuck was Devon Roberts, my Devon, siblings with Liam Booker? It didn't make sense. I felt like someone just roundhouse kicked me in the face. My head was throbbing trying to process it all.
I looked at Karma for the first time since opening the door, really looked at her. Her face was drained of color, and she looked as though she had seen a ghost. Well, I was just as surprised as she was.
"D-Devon?" I stuttered, still trying to process everything that was going on right now. "You have the right room. She's here. I'm her girlfriend."
I wasn't speaking to Liam though. I was looking at Karma. I couldn't stop looking at her. She was still fucking beautiful, if anything she was more beautiful than she was in high school, and I hated her for it. I had secretly hoped I'd run into her at our high school reunion and she'd be ugly, but I knew that would never happen. I could still wish though...
10 Years Earlier
"Amy Raudenfeld," Principal Penelope called my name to get my diploma.
I tried to muster up a smile because my mom was in the audience taking pictures, but it probably looked incredibly forced. This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of my life, finally getting out of this hell-hole of a town and making something of myself, but I couldn't find it in my heart to care. The one person I wanted to share this moment with hadn't spoken to me in three months. After Liam told Karma that we slept together the night of my mom's wedding, she hated both of us. Well, she still hates me, but somehow she managed to forgive Liam, which hurt more than I was willing to admit. She could forgive a boy that she'd only known for a few months, but couldn't forgive her best friend since we were little. I had tried to gain her forgiveness. I left her heartfelt letters in her mailbox and tried to get her alone so we could talk, but she didn't listen to any of it. I don't even know if she had read my letters. Every day I spent without speaking to Karma, I could feel myself fading away. I love her more than life itself, and if she only let me explain myself we could put all of this behind us.
I walked across the stage and shook principal Penelope's hand. I turned to walk back to my seat and I saw Shane and Lauren sending me worried looks, but I just ignored them. I didn't try to reassure them that I was okay because I wasn't and they knew that. I hadn't been myself since Karma decided she didn't want me in her life. I barely made it through the last semester of senior year. Today was my last chance to get Karma back. If I didn't, I'd lose her forever.
I met Karma's eye as I walked back to my seat. I smiled at her and she immediately looked away. I felt like crying. I couldn't be here and pretend to be happy because the only person who could make me happy is her.
After the ceremony I pushed through the crowd to find Karma. This was my last chance. I saw her red hair and I pushed a few more people to get to her.
"Karma," I called out and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She turned and looked at me, her face completely clear of emotion. "Please, just give me one chance to talk to you."
"Fine," she muttered and that's all I needed. I pulled her to an area away from all the people.
"First off, I'm sorry. I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am," I said. I looked at her and I could feel tears forming in my eyes. This was the closest she's been to me in three months and I was just happy that she was allowing me to speak to her. I couldn't live my life without her. I needed to tell her that, I needed her to understand. "That night with Liam, I have no excuse for it. It was completely wrong and I know that. I was hurt and sad and angry, so my solution was to make you feel that pain as well. I'm not going to lie to you, I did it to spite you, but you have to know I regretted it immediately after what happened."
I grabbed her hand and held it in mine. I was crying now, full on sobbing. I could see tears streaming down her face as well.
"Karma, I love you. I just want my best friend back. I'll do anything," I sobbed.
"I can't," Karma mumbled. She looked so sad and I just wanted to wrap her in my arms and take all her pain away. Even though she has been the cause of my pain for months, I would do it all over again if it meant she was happy. "It's not about forgiving you about the situation with Liam. I've already forgiven you. But I can't be with Liam and have you in my life, it just wouldn't work."
"So you're choosing him." It wasn't a question. I knew without a doubt that she was done with me. She was choosing the guy over her best friend, and it felt as though she was ripping my heart out of my chest with her bare hands. I was drowning, but in a way I deserved it. I shouldn't have done what I did. It wasn't her fault that she didn't love me the way I love her, and I shouldn't have punished her for that.
She squeezed my hand and pulled me in for a hug.
"Goodbye, Amy..."
"Amy? Who's at the door?" I heard Devon ask from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts of the past and bringing me back to the present.
"It's your brother, Liam," I said and cleared my throat. I looked down and noticed Karma toying with the ring on her left ring finger. I felt like I was back in high school and Liam Booker was flaunting Karma in front of my face all over again. I no longer felt jealousy and anger and pain, though. It took me years but I was done regretting the past. I moved on and I was in love and Karma wasn't going to stand in my way anymore. "And his wife."
"Liam?!" She shouted. She pulled the door open and immediately wrapped her brother in a hug. Once she released Liam, she moved on to pull Karma into a tight embrace. "Come in, come in. I was just napping because we had a long flight."
"No, Dev, you can go back to sleep," Liam said. "We can come around later."
"Nonsense. Get your asses in here." She grabbed both of their arms and pulled them into our room. I trailed behind them as they entered the living room. Devon walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. "I feel so rude I haven't even introduced you guys. Karma, Liam, meet my lovely girlfriend. This is Amy."
"Yeah, we already know Amy." Karma spoke for the first time since I opened the door.
"Really?" Devon asked, surprised. She looked at me and asked, "how do you know Liam and Karma?"
"Karma was my best friend in high school," I muttered. Her eyes widened in realization, I knew she'd catch on. I told her all about how I fell in love with my best friend but she chose a guy over me. I just never mentioned any names. I focused my attention back to Karma and said bitterly, "we kind of lost touch once we went away to college."
Devon gently squeezed my hip and that tiny gesture said so much. She was making sure I was okay, and saying that she was here for me, and offering to send them on their way so I could have time to think. I gave her a reassuring squeeze back and smiled softly at her. I was okay, just confused. I needed a little while to process things, but I was going to be okay.
I just had a feeling this week in LA was going to change a lot of things.
