A/N: I plan to write random Reamy one shots from behind the scenes. It may follow the sequence of events in the show itself or it may be some drabbles. This story will vary. Hope you like it.

"I also sometimes go by Amy." She made her voice loud enough for the other girl to hear.

"Reagan."

They looked at each other and smiled. Reagan offered her headphones to Amy and the blonde gladly accepted it. The blonde wasn't sure if it's the loud bass of the music or it's her heart that is thumping madly against her chest as Reagan put the headphones on her. Standing close to the DJ even made the feeling stronger and the mere brush of their skin is like a spark.

They danced to the beat of the music, glancing at each other from time to time. Seeing the smirk on the DJ's face makes Amy's mind haze.

God. She's so hot.

When the music transitioned to another song, everyone went wild and the place got darker, making the neon lights stand out. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and thought it's Karma again. She checked and she was relieved it was a text from Shane.

Shane: I'm leaving you with DJ Hottie. Enjoy! ;) xx

Her attention was caught by the brunette nudging her side. She looked at her and the other girl removed one side of the headphones. Reagan went closer and spoke by her ear.

"So are you ready to party with me?" She said with a husky voice. So inviting.

Amy felt goosebumps on her neck. She ignored the sensation, smiling at her and nodding excitedly. Reagan tweaked some of the buttons from her music equipment and removed the headphones from Amy. The music died down to a different beat and the DJ turned the blonde so they are facing each other. Amy is confused for a second until the DJ smirked at her and told her.

"This one's for you, shrimp girl." She winked at Amy.

The music turned into a more lively mix and everyone is going crazy on the dance floor, shouting, jumping and dancing.

It's the song. She's dedicating the song to Amy.

Reagan went closer and started dancing in front of Amy and encouraged her to do the same. Everything seems electrified and the two of them are igniting a spark that could start a fire with the mere gazing of their eyes.

"Come dance with me."

She continued dancing to the beat, feeling the energy all over the place. Amy watched her with that lip bite that is making her hot inside, and try not to drool in front of the sexy girl. She was out of her trance when Reagan's hand was on her arm. The other girl nodded at her with a sweet smile on her lips. Amy gave in. She started dancing and acted like they were the only people there.

And for the first time in that night, she forgets about the world.

As cliché as it may sound but Amy didn't think it was possible, since it has been stressful to think about all the Liam problems and the Karma dramas and all the other things bugging her ever since the faking-being-lesbians and the confessing-your-love-to-your-best friend instances that happened for the past months.

She doesn't even care if her moves don't seem to be in sync with the music or if her hair is flying carelessly while she's moving and enjoying the night with the wonderful woman in front of her.

She has never tried drugs but this moment feels like she's taken ecstasy. Everything's a blur; so fast and wild. And she's thirsty for something that would make her feel high for the night. Not with some drug use but more in a new experience, a new feeling and maybe with a new person moment, which equates to Reagan.

Amy doesn't want to believe it's some kind of romantic reference like fate. Destiny has not been that kind to her either.

She considers everything Reagan-related is an accident. Being locked inside a storage area to be opened by her and not someone else, and the earlier incident where she was almost hit by a big cart full of DJ equipment which also involves her?

A beautiful tragic accident.

So she takes this time to break free from all the chains holding her back. She pulls Reagan closer as if there was still any space to draw her in. Their faces are almost touching and space is not even present anymore. She looks at her and the other looks right back at her. There are no words spoken and nothing's funny, yet they are giggling. With the volume of the beats and the cheers of the crowd, they can't even hear themselves. It's crazy.

The music is changing into another beat and Amy knows it's ending. The blonde feels worried of it ending; worried the moment ends and things will shuffle back in to their places. But Reagan hugging her with their foreheads and noses touching, and they're almost out of air to breathe, she knew this is not it.

She just crashed into another accident and it's wonderful.

This accident is for her.