Hi again. First, thanks for all the response to the story! You're all awesome. About the chapters, I've decided to write shorter chapters than usual. That way I can update a lot more faster. I'll try to aim at about 2000 words every chapter. How is everyone feeling after the last episode? How amazing was that Karmy kiss?! If you don't have Tumblr right now, you're missing some amazing gifs, I can tell you that.

Let me know what you think about the chapter, always happy to hear back from you! It's cool to hear from actual people who read my story. Makes me almost feel like a real writer. The title of the fic is named after the song Youth by Daughter, probably my favorite song of all time. Find me and awesome karmy gifs on tumblr: Hope you enjoy! :)

Amy shoved her head deep into her pillow. What had she gotten herself into now? She tried to play out every possible scenario in her head, trying to find one that ended positive for her, but so far, she hadn't managed to. Every single scenario ended up in a complicated mess of lies. Amy didn't love the idea of lying. Certainly not to Karma's parents, who were the nicest parents you could ever imagine. Every time she came over for yet another sleepover, they always welcomed her with open arms. It was a pleasant change from her home situation. Certainly with a certain blonde that had stormed into her life. Lauren.
Lauren was the girl that Amy had tried to avoid her entire life. The only thing that seemed to matter to the blonde petite girl was how many pageants she had won. They had absolutely nothing in common and that did not make it easy to live with her. Her mother was of course over the moon when she first met her soon-to-be-daughter-in-law. Ever since Lauren and Bruce moved in, about fifty percent of all the conversations were about those damn pageants. And honestly, Amy couldn't care less. She had never cared about those damn pageants, which of course disappointed her mother. She loved Karma's parents. At least they asked how her day was going. And that was more than she could say of her mother these days.
Amy pushed herself of her bed and stared at her bedside table. On there was a picture of her and Karma, smiling goofy. Amy couldn't hide the grin on her face every time she saw that picture.
Karma had promised she would come over after dinner. Her parents wanted her to have dinner at her place and Karma and Farrah, her mother, didn't always see eye to eye. It avoided a lot of arguments if Karma just ate dinner over at her place. Farrah couldn't do anything else than allow the two girls to have a sleepover. She knew that Karma was her best friend and there was nothing that her mother could change about that. Amy suggested it had something to do with Karma's parents. Farrah had never hid what she thought about the way Karma's parents decided to raise her. She was in shock when she heard that the Ashcrofts didn't have a bible in their home.
Amy had eaten dinner and was lying on her bed, reading her book for English. A visit from the goon squad by Jennifer Egan. It was a fucking complicated book. She wanted to get high grades for her English class, so she picked the hardest book. She started to regret this decision. Every chapter was featured around another character, but all the characters seem to connect in some way. To make it all even more difficult, every chapter is in a different time and place. Amy's head hurt when she tried to understand the book.
She heard someone swing the door open and she already knew, without looking up from the book, that it was Karma. Lauren had the decency to knock and then storm in. Her mother would usually wait until Amy replied. Amy couldn't quite remember if Bruce ever stepped in her room. Amy doubted it.
"Hey bestie. What you doing?" Karma jumped on the bed beside her.
"Reading the book for English. Have you finished it yet?" Amy asked.
Karma shrugged. Karma wasn't always the most active student. She probably wouldn't read the book and then ask Amy to make her a summary. A summary that Amy would usually make for her. "I haven't got around to reading it."
"Like you would ever read it. You never read a book for English."
Karma shrugged and laughed. "If I did read it, who would you make your amazing summaries for? Nobody would have to read them and they would just go unread for ever! You couldn't let that happen to them now, could you?"
Amy laughed. "Whatever Karma."
"Can we watch a movie on Netflix or something?" Karma asked.
Amy put her book down and took her laptop from her bedside table. "Sure. Which one do you want to watch?"
"We could watch Pitch Perfect. I know how much you like that one."
"Sounds good."
"Can I lend some sweats, this dress is super uncomfortable." Karma asked.
Amy nodded and pushed myself of the bed. "Here you go." Amy handed over a pair of joggings and an oversized shirt she used often to sleep in.
Karma took the joggings from her hands and stood up from the bed. She pulled her dress over her head and before Amy could peal her eyes away, Karma stood in front of her in her bra and underwear. Karma was one of those people who always matched her underwear with her bra. A habit that Amy never quite learned. She was pretty sure she was wearing a blue bra and orange panties, the worst combination possible. But the combination that Karma was wearing was the best possible combination in the world. She wore a yellow, white bra with matching lace panties. This wasn't the first time she saw her best friend in her underwear. Heck, she has probably seen her in underwear a hundred times, but every time she saw Karma in lingerie, she found it harder and harder to look away. Amy swallowed hard and finally managed to look away before Karma could notice her staring.
Amy shuffled herself under the covers and Karma joined too after a couple of seconds. Amy avoided eye contact and pretended to stare at the Netflix loading screen. "Are you ready?" Amy asked. It seemed a very serious question even though they were only watching a movie.
"Sure."
Halfway during the movie, Karma snuggled slightly closer to Amy. She placed her head on top of Amy's chest, well boobs really. Amy's heart rate rose and she hoped that Karma wouldn't notice. The smell of Karma's shampoo filled Amy's nose. It was intoxicating, but in an amazing way.
That's how the two of them watched the rest of the movie. Karma's head on Amy's chest. Amy had put her arm around Karma's body, since her arm was falling asleep under Karma's weight. The credits rolled, but Amy didn't want Karma to leave their position.
"Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow? We could start with the plan?" Karma pushed herself upright. She crossed her legs and sat indian style across from the blonde on the bed.
"You want to start tomorrow already?" Amy asked.
"Yeah sure. There really isn't a reason why we should wait, right? Better get this whole plan in action right now. The sooner we start, the sooner I'll get the attention that I want from my parents, the sooner this can be over. Zen is coming back in two months and I need to grab their attention before he's back." Karma explained.
"I guess. I don't really have an option here, do I?" Amy asked rhetorically.
Karma grinned and poked the blonde slightly in the stomach. "Not really. But that's what best friends are for, right?"
"You're staying over, right?" Amy asked.
Karma suddenly jumped off the bed. "No, we need to do something first and I don't think it's good if I stay over after we, you know, finish it."
Amy's eyebrows rose. What the hell was Karma talking about? Amy sat herself on the edge of the bed.
"Could you please stand up?" Karma asked.
Karma was acting weird. Amy had never seen her best friend so fidgety.
"Okay." Amy stood up.
There was a weird tension hanging in the room, but Amy couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it. It was just a feeling.
"Okay, you're totally acting weird, Karma."
"Just, don't say anything. We need to get through this, okay?"
Karma took a step closer and suddenly her face was only mere inches away from Amy's. Amy swallowed. "What are you-"
But Amy could never finish her sentence. The words were swallowed by Karma's lips, to be lost forever. And suddenly time seemed to have no grip on Amy anymore. She couldn't quite grasp how long the kiss lasted for, maybe it was only a second, but it felt like hours. And not in the boring way, like long lessons that take forever to end. No this was the kind of seconds that you didn't want to end. These were the seconds she wished she could fill her whole life with. Because she knew that she could perfectly happy kissing Karma for the rest of her life. Karma's lips were incredible. Amy wasn't going to make it out to be something it wasn't; it was perfect. But way too soon, Karma's soft lips had left hers and Amy felt empty again. She opened her eyes again, not really sure when she closed them.
"Why did you do that?" Amy's voice sounded raw.
Karma took a step back. "Didn't I tell you? We need to kiss to make my parents believe that we're a couple. And I wanted it to seem believable, so I thought we should have practiced it. So that was why I did that."
Amy noticed that Karma was avoiding eye contact. "Oh, okay. Do you want to try again?" Amy said softly. She hoped that it didn't seem desperate, but out loud, it seemed pathetic.
Karma shook her head. "No, no. That was-" Karma scraped her throat. "Good." She concluded. "But uhm, I really need to go. I promised my parents I would sleep at home tonight." Karma grabbed her stuff from the floor. She placed a quick kiss on Amy's cheek and left quickly. Yeah, Amy was in trouble.

Amy woke up from a bad sleep. Last night was confusing. Yes, she had dreamt about kissing her best friend for months now, heck, maybe even longer. And the kiss was amazing, of course. But this wasn't the way she wanted it to happen. She secretly hoped that Karma would declare her love to her and they would make out for the rest of the day and it would be amazing. But she knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, since Karma had no idea of her feelings. Karma had ambushed her with the kiss and it was amazing. She could practically still feel Karma's soft lips on hers. Amy couldn't wait for tonight, when they were going to fake the whole dating thing in front of Karma's parents. She didn't like the lying part, but at least she could kiss Karma again. And that was enough to pull her through the day.
Amy took a shower, got dressed and drove up to her favorite coffee house. Amy was a total coffee-addict and Lunchbox sold the best lattes in town. It was Sunday after all and she needed her coffee. She waited in line. There were about three people in front of her. Finally it was her turn. She looked up at the barista and didn't recognize the new girl.
She was gorgeous, and that was an understatement. The girl in front of her had black hair, with a purple sort of dip-dye. Her eyes were a deep brown color. The girl looked up at her and she smiled. Her smile was really cute. "What can I give you?" The girl asked Amy. Damn, even her voice was sexy.
"A vanilla latte, please?" Amy mumbled. Why was she getting so flustered?
"And what's your name, honey?"
"Amy." Amy blushed at that final word.
"Okay, Amy. That will be three-fifty, please." The girl smiled at her and Amy quickly grabbed her money.
The girl took the money from her and touched the blonde's hand for a split second. It felt like she almost did it on purpose. "Here's your change." The girl winked again and then said: "Next."
Amy shuffled away. A minute later, she heard her name being called out. "Amy?"
"Yeah, that's me."
A tall guy gave her the latte. Amy walked out and took a sip. That's when she noticed that the girl had written a heart next to her name. Amy couldn't control her smile.