Sorry I haven't updated my OUAT story but I was waiting until school was over, but then I just couldn't resist writing this after the finale. It probably won't be too long and will have Karmy endgame along with possible OC/Lauren.
Along Came a Jewel
Two weeks, three days, eleven hours, and twenty-two minutes. That was the wedding day, though more importantly, the truth came out that night. It has been the same amount of time I have not interacted once with who I hope is still my best friend, Amy. The reasoning for this is both obvious and maddening. At what was supposed to be a nice day of Farrah getting married again, was instead a day filled with drama.
After finally realizing what has been obvious the whole time. That Amy has feelings for me, that she thinks she loves me. It was just one thing after another. Amy took neither my rejection, nor my admitting of sleeping with Liam well. She stormed out after both confessions. I tried my best to show that I loved her no matter what and that nothing had to change, but she didn't understand.
The night however was still young, as when I went to Liam to talk he rejected me. Apparently he learned everything from Shane. Though I still don't understand how Shane even knew.
The night ended with me sobbing in my Mother's arms, however she didn't understand why I was crying. I wish it was just a huge fight between me and Amy. That would have been so much easier. Instead I had to reject her. Have you ever systematically destroyed your best friend with the truth alone? I wouldn't recommend it. Hurting Amy caused me the worst feeling I have ever had, and was the worst thing I have ever had to do.
Now I walk through the halls without my best friend by my side. I only see her from afar, and all passing glances seem to be controlled and as quick as possible.
I wish I could love her as she wants me to, but I have only ever had these kinds of feelings for Liam. I can't feel for her how she does for me. How could I, if I have romantic feelings for Liam, an obvious male? It can't be possible to also love her, a female. Could it?
Two weeks, three days, eleven hours, and twenty-two minutes. The day of the wedding. W-day. The day that shall not be named. The clusterfuck. Or any other name you would like to call what has since been the worst day of my life.
I honestly didn't know a day could actually go from one bad experience to the next. The universe however just seems to love to prove me wrong.
Here I thought weddings were supposed to be happy. I knew that commercial bullshit was just that, bullshit. After that hot mess I will never see a funeral as the worst community gathering.
Selfish? Maybe. True? Definitely. Almost everyone else had a good time. My Mom got married, Shane got a boyfriend, Nana got shit faced. And what do I get? Rejected, humiliated, and deflowered.
After a rejection by Karma that proves optimism really is for the fool of heart. One in which all I got was low self-esteem, embarrassed, and a need for a tissue. I decided Nana was a wise woman and saw to it that I should try to take after her. By also getting fall down drunk.
This resulted in a surprisingly tame Lauren, who was actually somewhat comforting.
You would think that would be the weirdest moment, but apparently my rejection has another scene in that oh so horrible night to compete against for things I don't want to remember. Though this may be more along the line of things I regret.
Liam Booker; manwhore, asshole, one who lies to them self, and apparently my cherry popper. Yep, you heard it here, I lost my virginity to him. By the guy who I would rather jump over a barbed wire fence just to escape, than have an actual conversation with. Though out of fairness that may partly be jealousy, the rest is because he's a douche.
At the time it made so much sense, Karma is a bitch. She hurt me, she hurt Liam, lets hurt her together. What better way to do that than for me and Liam to have angry revenge sex? The thought process was most likely more slurred, but you get my point.
Waking up in the morning to not only a massive hangover but also to an equally hung over Liam in my bed, was definitely an interesting experience. Also terrifying because it took me a moment to remember exactly why he was in my bed in the first place and just as naked as I was. Once I did remember the terror only increased. After about five minutes of staring in horror, Liam finally woke up and after promising not to speak of this ever again, awkwardly dressed and snuck out.
Ever since then I haven't spoken or purposely looked at either him or Karma.
None of this would have happened if Karma loved me like I loved her. I wish I could hate her, or even resent her. But do you know what the saddest and most ironic thing is? It's that I can't, because I love her too much.
The rest of the chapters should be longer, this was just a little to get it set up. Please tell me any problems and what you think. Thank You.