A/N: So this is my first story that I've published, so if it's terrible, please be gentle but I appreciate reviews to better my writing.

And I don't own this show or its characters, unfortunately.

I had a great time last night. Let's do it again. Soon. ~Emily

Amy Raudenfeld had been staring at those words on her laptop screen for the better part of five minutes. She had met a lot of girls last night, and completely bombed with all of them. Apparently Emily something-or-other thought otherwise. Amy sighed and shut her laptop. Even though she had begged for Shane's help with this whole situation, there was a part of her that was hoping to completely fail with every girl she made eye contact with; that she wouldn't make a lasting impression. Usually, that's what happens. But no, this time Amy had to stumble across a girl that was actually interested in her.

It's not that Emily was ugly or anything; on the contrary, she was really pretty what with her long, wavy, blonde hair and clear blue eyes set in blemish-free skin. Her teeth weren't nasty or crooked, which was always a plus in Amy's book, and she wasn't too tall or too short, only about a mere two inches shorter than Amy. But Emily lacked something, and whatever that thing was, it was putting the taller blonde off.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the only thing the girl could talk about was horses. And boy, could she talk! There was a span of 43 minutes where Amy couldn't have gotten a word in edgewise, even if she tried. After spending over an hour with the girl, Amy dropped the lie about having to get home because she had to feed her dog. Emily let her go, but apparently thought this was the beginning of something and asked for her number. Amy gave the girl her email address instead, hoping the girl would take the lame hint that Amy wasn't into her. No such luck.

Maybe I should see her again, she can't possibly have anymore to talk about on horses, Amy thought as she fished around in her closet to find something to wear other than her 'hobo pajamas'. And she was pretty decent at getting my mind off of Karma. Her mother coming into her room interrupted her thoughts. Farrah Raudenfeld was a beautiful woman, and could compose herself in the direst situations. Unless you told her that her daughter was a lesbian, then she was a train wreck. It's not that she no longer loved her daughter, she did, but she didn't know how to handle this specific state of affairs.

"Hi, sweetie," she got out. "I brought you some clothes, all washed, dried, and folded." Amy noticed that her mother still had tears in her eyes and felt guilt wash over her. She loved her mother and she hated putting her through this. Truthfully, her mother was trying to understand everything, and Amy could cut her some slack since she knew how her mother was raised. Bruce had yet to speak a word to her, but that was due to the fact that he didn't want to say the wrong thing and upset her. While he may wish Amy was different, she was Farrah's daughter, and he loved Farrah and would never do anything to hurt her or her family.

"Thanks, Mom." Amy took the basket from her and gave her a hug. "I know this is hard on you, but I really appreciate you not throwing me out."

"Oh, honey, I would never do that." Her mom pulled back and squeezed her shoulder. "And make sure you don't wear your pajamas to school, okay?" Amy rolled her eyes, but nodded. With that, her mother left.

The rest of the morning was spent with Amy getting ready for school while figuring out what she was going to say to Karma about her plans this past weekend. She was never good at lying to her best friend, but she also didn't feel like telling the red head that she was fairly certain she was a lesbian and, oh yeah, has feelings for her. Amy felt guilt come over her again when she remembered that she ignored all of Karma's calls and texts. She spent most of the weekend with Shane, partly because she wanted to hang out with him, but mostly to avoid Karma should she come over. Not to mention the lesbian clubs she had decided to try out Saturday and Sunday night, something she did only because Shane begged her to just go out and find a girl. And find one she did.

Possibly.

Probably not.

Amy saw Karma before the red head saw her. Amy had actually accepted Bruce's offer to drive her and Lauren to school to avoid boarding the bus with Karma. As soon as she got to the school, she took off to the rooftop, her new favorite place to get away and think. Plus, from this view, she could watch out for Karma and know where she was. The blonde should've given her friend more credit, though, because as soon as Karma walked through the quad and didn't see Amy, she looked up and noticed her sitting on the ledge again. She could've tried to escape, but there was only one way up to the roof and they would surely cross paths. Amy prepared herself for the bombardment of questions, and possible anger that was going to be thrown her way.

Maybe she'll think I was sick, or that I lost my phone Amy thought as she heard the door to the roof open with a creak.

"Hey," Karma said softly as she stood a few feet behind Amy, not wanting to get too close to the edge. When the blonde didn't turn around, Karma continued, "Any particular reason you were MIA this weekend?"

Amy sighed. "Mom wanted to spend family time, what with the wedding coming up and all."

"You know I can tell when you're lying," she said coolly. Amy frowned. Damn Karma and her ability to read the blonde. "Plus I stopped by your house when your mother was home and she told me you were at Shane's." Amy finally swung her legs over the ledge and stood up.

"Alright, fine, I was at Shane's."

"Well why didn't you answer any of my texts or calls?" Karma asked impatiently. Now the anger was coming out. "I wanted to talk to you."

"Well maybe I didn't want to talk to you!" Amy shouldered her messenger bag and began to walk towards the door. She didn't want to fight with Karma, not right now. She was afraid she would say something she wasn't ready to reveal.

"Amy!" Karma was right on the blonde's heels as they descended the stairs. "Are you still mad at me about not singing the song to you first? Look, I'm sorry, alright. And if you had answered my calls, you would've known that." Amy rolled her eyes.

"Oh my God, that has nothing to do with it! I don't care that you actually finally grew a pair and sang in front of other people. What I hate is the fact that you did it just so some guy, who is a complete jackass, will fall for you!"

Karma latched onto Amy's wrist so the blonde couldn't run out the door when they reached the bottom of the stairs; they couldn't be seen fighting in public. "Liam's not a jackass!"

"Really? He's making out with my fake girlfriend when he knows that we're in a relationship! Only jackasses do that."

"That's cause I told him it was an open relationship." Amy's eyebrows shot up.

"Why the hell would you tell him that?"

"Because having this secret thing with him is the only way I could get him to fall in love with me," Karma snapped. Amy shook her head.

"Then why don't we just break up so you can be with him?" she snarled. Karma broke her gaze and when she looked back, Amy noticed she had tears in her eyes. The blonde instantly felt her anger dissipating.

"Because he's not who I thought he was," Karma said softly. Amy's heart shattered at how her best friend's voice quivered at the end of her statement.

"What happened?" Karma told Amy about how she saw Liam get into the car with the Skwerkle representative, and by the end of the story, Amy had sworn she was going to castrate the boy. How dare he do this! How dare he lie and hurt Karma!

"I'm so sorry, Karma," Amy said as she pulled her best friend into a hug. "Do you want me to beat him up? And by me, I mean someone else who could actually do damage." Karma giggled.

"No, I already yelled at him about it. Thanks though."

"Anytime."

"You know what sucks?" Amy 'hmmed'. "Even though he did that, I still like him." Amy felt her hopefulness that the red head would break it off with Liam disappear. The two stared at each other for a moment before Karma spoke again. "I can't help the way I feel about him," she said softly.

Amy let out a humorless chuckle. "I get that, seriously, I do." A beat went by. "Look, I'm sorry for ignoring you this weekend, I'm just frustrated cause I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get hurt, and being your best friend and fake girlfriend, it's my job to make sure that doesn't happen." Karma smiled then, and took her hand, and Amy felt her breath hitch. How had she never noticed how beautiful her best friend was?

"My hero," Karma said while giggling. She pulled Amy so that the two exited the stairwell and were outside in the quad again. "I'm sorry too, for blowing up at you on Friday. And thanks for being my best friend; I don't know what I would do without you." Then she stood up on her tip toes and closed the gap between their lips.

The kiss caught Amy by surprise, but she quickly recovered and reciprocated. The kiss was slow, and perfect to the blonde, butterflies were erupting in her stomach. It ended too quickly for her liking, though. Karma pulled back and looked up at Amy whose eyes fluttered open.

"I'll see you at lunch," she said before giving a quick peck to the blonde and then she hurried past her. Amy turned and watched the red head go. If it weren't for the voices she heard, making the blonde realize that she was in plain view of many fellow students, she wouldn't feel the way she did now; the butterflies and good feels had vanished to be replaced by a feeling like someone had plunged a hand into her chest and squeezed her heart until it felt like it was about to burst.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," she mumbled to herself before heading to her first class.

October 9, 2013

Dear Journal-

My grandpa used to tell me that a special person comes along when one least expects it. Well, I haven't been expecting that for quite a while and BAM! It's suddenly there full force. I'm actually kind of upset that it's this certain person that I like, because now, I don't know what to do.