In which Reagan and Amy are best friends, Karma is a bit of a rebel, and love conquers all. [KARMY] with Reagan, Shane, Duke, Theo, and of course, Cooperfeld. Because that friendship is just epic.

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For You

Chapter Uno: The One Where Amy Get's Punched

The day Amy met the girl with glowing red hair, her world turned tipsy topsy and irradiant. This feeling was nothing of the romantic nature; what it had to do with was being knocked on the ground so hard her vision became fuzzy and opaque and all she could feel for three straight minutes was some sort of ecstasy. She felt hands on her shoulders hoisting her up and ripping her back to reality. It took her a few moments to grasp where she was and to rid the feeling of intoxication.

"What the hell happened?" Amy muttered after regaining her vision and realizing the person who helped her up was her best friend, Reagan.

Reagan yanked the blonde's wrist, pulling her friend close to her. "There's a fight." She wrapped her arm around Amy's waist and began whispering in her ear, "You got punched in the face by those morons over there. This party is getting out of control, we need to leave."

Before she could react, Amy was being pulled through a crowd of drunken, woozy youths. She saw the fight that her best friend was referring to; a girl with radiant red hair tossing around on the paint covered concrete with another female, that one with brunette hair and darker skin tone. Fuck, she thought as she placed her free hand over her injured eye and tried to keep up with Reagan. "Wait," The blonde mumbled. "Reagan, we left Shane!" She tried to raise her voice but it was useless against the thumping bass and chants of violence erupting from the crowd.

The girls heard sirens headed their direction as they fled the nightclub. "Shit." Reagan reached in her bag, fumbling to grab her keys. "Amy we need to go."

"I'm not leaving without Shane." Amy halted and tossed her arms across her chest. The pouty face she was making usually could break her best friend in an instant. But this time proved to be a bit more challenging. "I'm not getting in that car without him!"

"Amy! The cops are around the corner and we're underage." The girl with multicolored hair reacted by yanking Amy's arm once more. "Let's go."

Amy huffed and puffed but to no avail. She decided to just give in and enter the passenger side door to Reagan's run down pickup truck. "I'm not happy." She admitted while glaring at her bruised left eye in the rear view mirror. "Wait!"

Reagan stopped the car short. "What?!"

The blonde pointed toward the back. Shane was flaring his arms in the air and chasing after the truck. He had two other guys with him and a girl; the girl that they'd seen a few moments earlier involved in a fight. The girl with the red hair.

Reagan sped off after the four of them jumped in the back of the pickup.

It wasn't until they were in the clear, about three or so miles from the club, that she pulled on to the side of the road and got out angrily. "Get out."

"Who?" Shane asked.

"This bitch." Reagan responded, pointing at the redhead.

"Karma? What did she do?"

She pulled open the door and waved her arm toward the street. "Carmennn.." She exaggerated and continued, "Hit Amy in the face when she decided to act like trash back there. Get out."

The redhead spoke up. "I didn't hit anyone named Amy. I don't even know an Amy." She jumped out of the truck, confused. "The only person I punched was Brandy."

"Oh you don't remember knocking Amy to the ground?" Reagan rolled her eyes and opened Amy's door, dragging her out of the vehicle. "Then how'd she get a black and blue eye?"

Karma's eyes hooked onto Amy's. "I, I'm so sorry." She said with sincerity in her voice and stepped closer to the blonde. She swept her fingers over Amy's eye, outlining the bruise. "I would have never done this. I can only apologize."

Amy didn't say a word; she only closed her eyes and reveled in the hands that were pressing on her skin.

Her best friend spoke for her, "You can't just go around punching innocent girls." Reagan ripped Karma's hand away from Amy's face. "Look, just stay away from her."

"Is she your girlfriend or something?"

Both girls responded with a quick, "No!"

Then Reagan followed up, "She's my best friend and she's not even gay."

The redhead smirked at the blonde, their eyes connecting once more. "So," Karma asked with a devilish grin, "Anyone up for some skinny dipping?"