A/N: Hopefully, this is as good as the first part, which I wrote (and posted) when I was super drunk. Happy reading/writing!

Karma wakes up on the couch to an empty living room and movie credits rolling on the TV. Goddammit. She really likes the last scene when everyone stands around and that super fucking dramatic song plays. And now it's over. And nobody even woke her up. They all know it's her favorite part, too! Fuck them. Where the fuck are they, anyway? She needs them to be here so she can yell at them.

"Amy?" she says. "Mom? Dad?"

She gets mad when nobody answers because that means she's got to go looking for them and they're probably not even in the house. Probably they all watched the end of the movie while she slept and they all laughed at her and then went out for ice cream together or something. Like that time Zen told their parents that Karma was over at Amy's and they took him out for ice cream and bowling but in fact Karma was in her room the entire fucking time and basically her whole family abandoned her that day.

Zen's such a dick. Ice cream sounds really good right now, though. Or pizza. Or chili. They never did get to eat that cake.

"Mom? Amy? Dad?"

They're not in the kitchen. You know what is, though? Those special brownies. The ones Karma and Amy didn't eat. Karma's so hungry she thinks about taking one, but she doesn't really want to get high or anything, so she walks out of the kitchen and goes upstairs instead.

"Amy?"

"Karma?" It's not Amy. It's her mom. She's sitting in the hallway bathroom holding Amy's hair back while Amy… well. Karma's instantly furious. And worried. Worried for Amy. Furious at her mother.

"Amy, are you okay?" she says. And then, to her mother: "What did you do to her?"

"There was a bit of a … miscommunication…" Karma's mom says.

"I think I'm dying…" Amy says.

"No, Amy, you're not dying," Karma's mom says. "It's just—"

"Were there peanuts in the brownies?" Karma yells. "Did you call 911?"

"Karma, listen…"

"I don't want to die," and Amy sounds so pitiful and so close to crying and Karma doesn't know what to do, like, Amy's actually going to fucking die, and—

"Girls, listen! Nobody's going to die," Karma's mom says. "It wasn't peanuts, it was … weed."

Karma's certain she's misheard. "What?"

"The brownies got mislabeled. You ate from the special batch."

"So … we're just high?" Karma says. And, well, she has to admit things are starting to make a little bit more sense.

"Oh, I am going to die," Amy says. "My mom's going to kill me. And she's going to kill all of you guys, too…" And then she throws up again.

"Okay, get out of the way," Karma says, and her mom gets up and Karma takes her spot in the bathroom next to Amy. "And where the fuck is Dad?"

"He'll be right back. He went out to get some things to …" She glances sympathetically at Amy. "…help with the nausea." Karma glares at her. "I'm so sorry, honey," her mom says. "This is all our fault. If there's anything we can do…"

"Tell your dad to bring back pizzas," Amy says to Karma.

"Tell Dad to bring back pizzas," Karma says to her mom.

"Okay," Karma's mom says.

And as she leaves, Karma calls after her, "Tell him to get the good pizzas! Not the shitty vegan pizzas!"

"I would eat shitty vegan pizzas right now," Amy says. "I don't care."

"That's only 'cause you're really high."

"So are you."

"Yeah," Karma says. "I just want them to feel bad."

"It's not their fault."

"Yes, it is. They're maniacs."

"You're a maniac."

Karma grins. "Shut up." Amy grins, too, and they stare at each other for a little too long, and Karma's still high, but not as high as she used to be and she's suddenly really, really aware of what happened in the kitchen earlier so she looks away and tries to tell herself it's just the drugs but she actually feels like crying because right now even she knows that's bullshit.

Amy can totally tell, too, that something's wrong, because she says, "Karma, what's wrong?"

And Karma can't even put it into words. She tries to remember what Amy said the night everything got fucked up to hell, at her mom's wedding, but now that she thinks about it, Amy didn't actually say anything. She just gave a romantic toast right in Karma's face and Karma's the one who finally had to figure it all out.

Maybe if she recites Amy's toast back at her, she'll figure it out, too.

"Karma?" Amy's worried, now.

"You're lucky," Karma says, because that's the only part of the toast that she remembers right now, and she feels like an idiot because that by itself doesn't make any goddam sense, and she's straight anyway and absolutely not in love with her best friend so whatever. Whatever.

"I'm lucky?" Amy says. "What do you mean?"

And Karma wants to scream at her, Amy figure it out! But also there's nothing to figure out! And remember the kiss at the threesome?

No. I absolutely do not remember that, Karma thinks at herself. And now she's looking at Amy again and a wave of nausea starts in the pit of her stomach and she can feel it working its way up her throat. The same kind of nausea Karma feels whenever she has to interact with a cute boy. Or the same kind of nausea Karma feels whenever she accidentally ingests a shit-ton of marijuana. Karma's never actually smoked or whatever-ed weed before so she doesn't know how she reacts to it.

But Amy just vomited a whole bunch because of it, Karma thinks, so she's more than happy to attribute her churning stomach to the weed and not anything else.

"Are you going to throw up again?" Karma says.

"I think I'm done," Amy says.

"Good." And Karma pushes her out of the way and suddenly it's Amy's turn to hold her hair back, and they're like that for a while and then Karma calms down and lets herself forget what she was freaking out about and stops feeling sick and doesn't have time to think about anything that's happened because then pizza is there and it's shitty vegan, organic pizza but holy damn it's the most delicious meal Karma's ever eaten in her life and the most goddam hilarious things are coming out of Amy's mouth and Karma just loves having a best friend who won't get mad when they accidentally drug themselves into oblivion for an entire goddam Saturday afternoon.

Like, seriously.

Karma figures she's coming down, finally, because the world is moving a lot closer to normal speed and the little things aren't nearly as funny and Amy's just lying on Karma's bedroom floor and Karma's just lying on her bed and they're both just listening to some album that was released before they were born and the moment's so perfect, Karma loves her so much, she's so lucky to have a best friend like Amy.

And she doesn't want to ruin or change anything, but Karma also really, really wants to make sure that Amy's not thinking they're suddenly going to start dating now, because that's definitely not going to happen, but if Karma starts asking too many questions, Amy might start asking questions, too. And Karma's pretty sure Amy's questions are a lot more legitimate.

Like, an example of one of Karma's questions is, Hey Amy, why is it okay for us to kiss when your mom and step-guy are fighting, but it's not okay for you and Reagan to be together?

And a possible example of one of Amy's questions is, Hey Karma, why'd you kiss me if you're straight and not in love with me?

(That is also an example of one of Karma's questions, and Karma hasn't come up with a good answer for it yet.)

But Karma's learning — you have to think about things you don't want to think about and talk about things you don't want to talk about because if you don't, your best friend will confess that she's been in love with you for the past 10 years and then sleep with your boyfriend.

So she carefully arranges the words in her head, looks for any possible way they will be construed as offensive or hurtful or inspire further discussion, opens her mouth, immediately gets super nervous, and what tumbles out is, "You know we're not going to start dating now, right?"

Amy gets quiet for a long time. "I wasn't thinking that," she finally says.

"I didn't—"

"Why do you always assume that I'm always thinking that?"

"You're the one who said you still loved me."

"You asked me! Right before you kissed me!" Amy sits up. "You kissed me."

"Yeah, I did, but—"

"Why'd you do that?"

"I don't know!"

"You don't know?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Karma," and Amy gets up and sits on the bed. "If you're straight and not in love with me, why'd you kiss me?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Why'd you kiss me?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Why'd you kiss me?"

Karma angry-sighs and looks away. "We're not going to date. I'm not going to kiss you again."

"Fine." Amy gets off the bed and shuts off the music.

"Are you going to call Liam?" Karma says.

"Why would I call Liam?"

"Isn't that what you usually do when I reject you?" It's a really low blow, like the lowest blow Karma's ever dealt, and she feels like shit as soon as she says it, and she's not even sure why she said it except that she's really fucking pissed off about things she's not allowing herself to think about right now, and Amy, her supposed best friend, doesn't even miss a fucking beat.

"Well, I checked the schedule and it looks like your insecurity has dibs on him tonight, so you kids have fun," and she just walks out.

Karma follows her down the stairs. "You're a huge, fucking jerk, you know that?"

"I'm not the one experimenting with my best friend who I know is still in love with me! Let's kiss and not date, that sounds like a lot of fun for Amy!"

"AH! So you do still love me!"

"Not right now I don't!"

They're in the hall near the living room now, and Karma can see her parents in her peripheral, watching them, and Amy wrenches the front door open and goes outside.

"I don't love you either!" Karma shouts out the door. "Fuck you, Amy!"

"Yeah, fuck you, too, Karma!"

"Amy," Karma's mom shouts, "do you need me to take you home?"

"No!" Karma says, throwing herself between the door and her mother. "Don't help her." Out the door, she shouts, "I hope you get kidnapped on the way home!" And Amy's shouting something back but Karma slams the door and never hears it and she tells herself that she won because she technically got the last word.

When she turns around, her parents are staring at her again. She hates when they stare at her, and they've done it like 90 times just today.

"What?" she says.

"Karma, your mom and I think it might be a good idea for you to see someone," her dad says.

"See someone?"

"You know, like a professional."

"Like a therapist? No."

"Sweetie," her mom says, "there's nothing wrong with talking to someone who's trained to help you."

Karma starts to get a headache. "Why do you think this is a good idea?"

"We're afraid that you might be… repressing yourself," her dad says.

"Oh, my God."

"Look, we don't want to push you to admit anything until you're ready…"

Karma doesn't know how to respond to any of this so she just goes back upstairs. And when she's in her room, she texts Amy: Let me know you get home safe.

Ten minutes later, her phone lights up with Amy's reply: Safe and sound.