The two girls spent the rest of the day watching a Futurama marathon on Netflix. Amy laughed at every joke while Karma barely cracked a smile. The distance between the two was apparent. They usually cuddled up next to each other. If either of them had made the attempt to close the distance, the other one wouldn't have objected, but neither of them wanted to be the one to make that move. After the 7th episode, Amy got up off the couch and stretched. "Jeez, what happened to the day?" she asked while yawning.

"I don't know," Karma said apathetically, not moving from her spot.

"Do you want to go home?" Amy asked, getting irritated.

"What? No! I want to spend time with you."

"It really doesn't seem like it. Come on Karma, you practically begged me to tell you what Shane and I were talking about earlier and now you're acting weird."

"I am not acting weird."

Amy smirked as she came to this realization. "You're acting like you were acting after the threesome."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Karma asked defensively.

"I don't know, Karma. What does it mean?" Amy was getting frustrated. She didn't know if Karma was upset over what Shane had said, or upset over the fact that Amy agreed to move on. She knew Karma wasn't in love with her, but it was still unclear if she had some buried feelings. "You would be honest with me if you had feelings for me, right?" Amy prompted.

Karma rolled her eyes and stood up. "Maybe I should leave."

"Do you understand why I'm frustrated?"

"Yes! Do you understand why I'm frustrated, Amy? I can't do this if you're going to keep bringing it up. It's too hard. I feel so guilty."

Amy immediately felt terrible. "Shit, Karma, I'm sorry. I didn't.. I'm just. I know you don't feel the same way. I need to stop asking. I just thought that maybe you felt, I don't know, something?"

Karma knew that things weren't completely platonic between her and Amy, and that's what was driving Amy so crazy. Amy could easily pick up on the fact that Karma was somewhere in limbo between loving her as more than a friend but not being in love with her. She couldn't tell Amy that, though. It would give her too much false hope. She still wanted to be with Liam, she couldn't help it. If she tried to date Amy now, it would end horribly, and she would end up hurting her even worse. "No, Amy. I don't. Okay? I'm telling you right now, so you can stop asking. I don't."

It caught Amy off guard. She had practically been asking for it, but it didn't make the words sting any less. She could feel her chin trembling like she was about to tear up, but she stopped it. It needed to be said. "Okay," the blonde crossed her arms and looked down. "I'll stop asking."

There were a few minutes of awkward silence. It was the first time that boundaries needed to be drawn between the two of them. It was new territory, they weren't sure how to handle it. Amy sat back down and turned the TV on, and after watching another half an episode, the air felt less tense. They had been tiptoeing around drawing this line all day, and now that it was finally drawn, Karma felt like she could breathe. Amy quickly recovered as well, realizing it was unfair of her to put her friend in that position. If anything, she was only worsening the odds of them ever being together. She wouldn't hide her feelings for Karma, but she would stop trying to pry Karma's feelings from her.

"I'm sorry," Karma said halfway through the next episode of Futurama. "That was really mean," she scrunched her face, unable to look Amy in the eye.

"It's okay, I need to back off," Amy nodded. "Can we just go back to how it was this morning? I'm just really enjoying spending time with you like we used to," Amy smiled.

"I would love that," Karma smiled back, squeezing Amy's hand.

The two went upstairs to change into something more comfortable. It didn't help that Karma began changing right in front of Amy. She wasn't sure if it was a power play move or if Karma was really just that oblivious. It seemed to be the latter when Karma quickly covered her body with her shirt, stuttering, "I'm sorry. Is this weird?" Amy quickly averted her eyes before stammering, "n-nope. Uh, sorry. I'm, uh, just gonna change in the bathroom." Was it going to be like this forever? The thought of that made Amy shutter.

They were always so comfortable in front of each other, there were really no walls between them before now. It was only a year ago that Amy had made her way over to Karma's without giving the other girl fair warning, and made the mistake of excitedly barging into Karma's room without knocking. Screams ensued from both ends, followed by an "Amy, get the fuck out of my room!" Amy quickly swung around and closed the door, collapsing on it in laughter when she realized she had just walked in on Karma taking care of herself.

She felt awful, it must have been traumatizing for Karma, but she could not stop laughing. The fact that she had just caught the girl who plans out every single move in advance completely off guard was absolutely hilarious to her. She sat with her back against the door and her hand over her mouth, attempting to control the laughter, waiting for the inevitable moment she would have to face a very embarrassed Karma on the other side of the door. Three minutes later, Karma swung the door open, causing Amy land on her back looking up at her. She immediately flashed Karma a smile, along with a very amused "hi". Karma rolled her eyes and reached out to help Amy up. Amy hesitated before grabbing on, standing up to hover over the noticeably shorter girl. She pulled back her hand, and the only thing she had to say to the flustered brunette was "I hope you washed your hands."

Now, they couldn't even change in front of each other. It was an unfortunate side effect of falling in love with your best friend. Amy sadly slipped her pajama shorts on before realizing she forgot a shirt. She made her way outside in her bra, because in all fairness, Karma wasn't the one stealing glances at Amy's body - or so Amy thought. "Oh, good," Karma smiled, attempting to hide the fact that she kept looking at Amy's abs. "You don't have a shirt on yet, we can match." Karma tossed over Amy's baby blue shirt riddled with puncture holes. Amy looked up and noticed Karma was wearing a shirt patterned with arrows. "I see what you did there, Ashcroft," Amy smirked before muttering "kinky" under her breath.

"What was that?" Karma asked.

"Nothing," Amy sang before sliding the shirt over her head.

"Whatever, weirdo," Karma teased before gently hitting Amy on the arm. "Let's go watch something that isn't Futurama."

Amy trailed behind Karma as they made their way downstairs, silently wishing that Karma would stop using such sweet smelling perfume. Or at least switch to something that wasn't so her. Constantly drowning in her scent was torture. She just wanted to hold Karma tight and breathe her in forever.

Amy supposed it was her scent that made this the hardest. Come to think of it, it didn't help that Karma had been getting more musically talented by the day. It wasn't that Amy was a musical person, just that she found Karma's voice so incredibly sexy. Not to mention the adorable smirk Karma develops on her face every time she accomplishes something. Fuck it, Amy thought. Everything about Karma was making this hard. Shane was right, there was no way she could get over Karma if she was always around her. But she wasn't quite ready to let go yet. Just a few more days, Amy thought. I'm not going to fall even more in love with her in just a few more days.

She was wrong.