**Disclaimer I do not own Faking It**
Those moments, when your stomach drops, are easily seen to be the most interesting. When one looks at someone in the eyes, beautiful green eyes, looks and sees them self, and then they realize life would and could never be the same. Karma knew that when she felt Amy's lips against hers, well there was no stopping that realization. In all honesty she wanted Ann and Leslie to get together in one of her favorite show Parks and Recreation. What did all of this mean though? Was Liam just another boy? She thought she had truly felt something with him, had she underestimated her feelings for Amy, could they be more than platonic? Had she overestimated her feelings for Liam? Was Liam, her Ben? The person Leslie settled for because she could not have Ann?
"Wow."
"I-I Know."
No, Amy couldn't know, and no, Karma, she couldn't do this. Amy, she was her best friend, she was doing this because she loved her, not because she was in love with her. That scenario was imperfect. It was impossible, improbable. They held hands, she gave her pet names, but that never really was a change in their dynamic. They had done that since either could remember, growing up together, having so many firsts together, their first sleep over, their first party- even if it was a small event where everyone in their class got an invitation, their first time without training wheels. They experienced their first concert together, their first school dance. Were they just taking off more training wheels? First love?
Karma thought again, no, that was impossible.
"Way to sell it!" She said with a wink and bright fake smile, but Karma bit her lip when she was turning and out of view of both the blond and the audience as she preparing to address them. No one would ever know that simple fact. This was obviously after blowing the kiss off so not as to make her uncomfortable. She couldn't risk Amy, for anything, even her own happiness. She was more than just the Ethel to her Lucy. She was the Batman to her Robin, the Marilyn Monroe to her Audrey Hepburn, the Laverne to her Shirley, the Thelma to her Louise…she, she… finally it dawned on Karma. She loved her. Wait...did Marilyn and Audrey work? Did it matter? How could she say that out loud, how could she be honest with Amy, after making her pretend to like her for popularity?
It did not sit well in her stomach, not one bit. The kiss had lingered for just a little too long, and Karma had to admit she felt her knees go weak, but what did it all mean?
"I-"-She was now finally getting to her thoughts. She looked back at Amy and smiled softly. "Amy- she's my best friend. I would do anything for her. I- no-we would be honored if you considered us and voted for us. Amy- she has been with me through thick and thin. She has been my world for forever. I-"She looked to Liam. "I could not believe I am saying this, but I didn't eat peanut butter for years because of this girl and I loved my PB&J's." She lightly laughs at the light hearted comment. "I could tell you everything, every personal detail about her, but there's no need. If one tries to exploit her, they won't find one bad bone in her body, they, she's perfect. SHE CAN'T EVEN LIE and boy that fact comes in handy many times." Now the auditorium laughs. "Anyways- what I'm trying to say- is- no matter what- homecoming IS just simply homecoming- and it is a chance for us to grow and discover ourselves- while having fun. The winner ultimately does not matter, the relationships you forage do." Karma gestures around the large gym, with confetti still freshly fallen on the ground. "Isn't that what all this is about? What life is about?"
The room fills up with a growing clap, one by one, the students rose, cheering. That's when it happened. Amy came up from behind her, taking her hand. She felt goose bumps, electric. It was a voltage like no other.
"Thank you-"
She turned back around to see Amy as she was pulled in at the same time, a simple move but so synchronized one might assume they were dating, the irony.
Karma could swear she saw an unfailing tear in the corner of her eye but needn't mention it.
"No, thank you." She kissed her cheek to show her gratitude.
It was Austin, Texas of all places. The summers were hot, winters long. Luckily the people were not as stubborn, at least not here. This was one of the facts that kept Karma sane. Had she done this at San Antonio, Dallas, it may have been a separate story. There was hate everywhere, but there was little to be done about that, people themselves needed to grow and understand.
"Karma?"
The place was practically empty by now and the room was dim. Karma had been consumed by her thoughts.
"Amy." She smiles with almost a relieved sigh.
"Come on we have to get to class, Mr. Burner will kill you if you are late again."
"Alright. Come on."
Karma had been sitting down on the edge of the stage; it was not nearly as high as the roof so it was comfortable. She was born for the stage. Yeah, it was comfortable, like Liam, she considers to herself.
In that moment through she wonders if the safest thing and most comfortable thing is the best, and puts out her hand which Karma grabbed hold of.
"Hey look- I'm sorry about- well." Amy's palm was sweaty and she really was nervous. She was falling for her best friend, it was not natural, it was not right.
She was out to the school but felt like she was lying to herself, and was in the closet with the one person that meant most. What would her family think if they found out about the relationship, that she was faking it, but not really? Would her step sister tell? It was so much that she felt her head might explode.
Still, Karma once more followed her movements and allowed her to help her up. Now it was Amy who was biting her lip with no one watching as they were already walking out the door.
"No- it is fine. I'm happy you did it actually. We have to make it believable right? I'd rather not talk about it." Karma's smile was uncomfortable, and Amy felt as if it was all her fault. She would have never guessed what Karma had really been thinking about. Karma was lost in her own world as she questioned herself too. She was used to having to be confident, but this threw her off her game. Karma started to play with her hair.
Amy had not let go of her hand.
"Oh-sorry." She looked down and blushed and started to pull away from nervous feelings and intertwined fingers.
"No- I'm alright- it is fine, actually it's better than okay. You should stop apologizing." Karma did not let her let go, holding the hand tighter. "We should get used to this."
"Karma, we have to… I don't want to lie."
"Me either." She replied, bringing her own meaning in her mind. She didn't want to lie to Amy about how she felt. She never had before…this was uncharted territory, on so many levels.
"Amy?"
"Yeah?"
