A/N: Hello :) It's been a while since I wrote a fan fiction, and the only reason I did was because someone suggested to me that I write a fan fiction about Faking It. And, well, me (wondering why) not hearing the show before, now ended up watching it and got ultimately hooked with it and is now shipping Karmy. And well, so to end the rambling, I hope you enjoy reading Circumstances :)

CHAPTER 1

It was a cold December night, and the chill had been biting through the air as all that had been on her mind was of a certain brown haired boy with wonderful hazel eyes, of who she had already been dreaming of and had been making out with for months, while her blonde haired best friend, Amy, sat beside her on her bed, the both of them drinking some organic tea her mother had made as they went on talking and laughing about the uncommon things in their apparently boring and common life – aside from them faking being lesbians -.

The blonde then went on upping the already laughable conversation about her cynical jokes as she went on retelling about an earlier event that morning that involved her soon to be step-sister Lauren and her accidental placement of salt instead of sugar on her coffee, having had lacked of sleep the previous night for a reason Amy knows nothing off.

Karma, the brunette and the socialite wannabe between the two had laughed at this, not even noticing the slowly ensuing silence and unconscious stare her best friend had been directing towards her.

The brunette, after a while, finally noticed and had soon held down her own laughter as she looked over her best friend, who seemed to still be looking at her with those ever familiar beautiful grey eyes.

Beautiful?

She shook the thought away as she went on asking instead. "Amy?"

The blonde looked away at the immediate garnered attention, seemingly having finally noticed what she had been doing about previously.

Karma went on, slightly intrigued. "What's up?"

Amy shook her head, and then looked back at her opening her mouth only to close them again. "It's nothing." Amy mumbled, hoping to end the awkward conversation, only to leave Karma ever more curious and a little bit concerned.

Something's not right. Amy could sometimes be like this and sometimes in those times even I don't get the way she's thinking.

But for some reason, there's something different about it now, and I could feel it.

Karma, only ever being concerned for her best friend, then decided to pursue the matter as she sat up and looked straight on to Amy, who only seemed to have shrunk back – trying to look smaller.

Karma held out a hand to Amy's. "Come on. Be honest. What is it?"

Amy then sighed and looked at her with dejected eyes. The blonde then shook her head. "You wouldn't understand." Amy paused, looking down, suddenly seemingly interested at her cup of organic tea, and then smirked as she went on, a hint of pleading in her voice. "So could we just leave it at that?"

What wouldn't I understand? Karma thought, as she went on, concern now clearly etched on her face despite the encouraging smile she held there. "Just… come on Amy. Try me."

Amy exhaled a breath and then nodded, seeming to have given up on Karma refusing ending the conversation. Amy turned to her best friend again, her eyes looking only ever more woeful and dejected.

"Would you believe me," She started her voice breaking and her eyes seemingly close to tears. "if I told you that I'm not faking it anymore?"

Karma immediately dropped her hand from Amy's as the question stunned her, more than she thought it would. All of a sudden, Karma's mind turned into an incoherent state, like cogs mashing together with no proper direction. She didn't know what to say, or do.

And then all of a sudden, a devious smirk appeared from Amy's face as an appalled Karma watched on, the smirk now turning into a full on laugh. Amy then doubled over. "Fuck Karma…" Amy started, as she kept on laughing, a miniscule amount of tears of laughter now threatening to spill from the sides of her eyes. "I didn't think you'd fall for that!"

Karma, whose face was now a shade of red from her embarrassment, immediately shoved her best friend out from her bed, effectively spilling the cup of tea the blonde held all over her and some on the floor.

Needless to say, the rest of that night went on with the two friends having petulant fights over what happened, only to make up after an hour or so just before the blonde had to go back home.

But then as she watched her best friend turn towards the dimly lit streets and leave, did she find herself thinking of earlier events that night - her mind reeling over her best friend's supposedly random behavior - as an almost unconscious thought now seemingly rising from the back of her mind.

Why is it that, I somehow feel disappointed?

Faking It is owned by MTV(?).