AN: Sorry guys. I feel like it has been forever since I updated. Exams have been awful and time consuming. Hopefully you'll still appreciate the fact that I found time to do this and be so sweet to leave a review. Would be amazing. Thank you again for all the amazing support. Already so many people following the story, which is amazing, so big thank you.

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Amy jumped on top of Lauren's bed. Lauren was sitting at her desk, studying. She had stayed the night at Karma's place. It was sort of awkward in the morning, remembering the taste of Karma's lips on her own. Amy hadn't planned on staying over, but Karma's parents had insisted. She had borrowed a sleeping shirt from Karma so she slept in just a t-shirt and her underwear. She saw Karma stare at her legs for a split-second, but she had probably imagined that.
"So, how was your date yesterday?"
"Shouldn't you be studying? We share the same chemistry class and we do have a test tomorrow." Lauren whined.
"Yes and I will study that test later on, but I first want to hear about your date yesterday."
"Why?"
"Can't I be curious?"
"Yes, but why curious and interested in my life?"
"Look, my mom wants us to get along so I promised her that I would try to get along and I do genuinely care, okay?"
Lauren grunted. "Fine. It was amazing if you must know."
"Oh, Lauren has a boyfriend." Lauren slapped Amy softly on the arm.
"Shut up. We're not technically dating, okay? Don't tell my dad that I went out on a date yesterday ok?"
"Why not?"
"He is not really a fan of me getting a new boyfriend. I lost interest in pageants when I got my first boyfriend and I guess he's kind of scared that I won't have time anymore for those damn pageants if I start dating."
"Do you even like those pageants? Honestly, I don't understand why anyone would ever compete in those things." Amy asked. The idea of people judging her on her appearance and talents was kind of scary.
"I have just been doing them for years. Plus I'm super competitive and it is really nice to win. The faces on the other losing candidates are the best."
"Still, it seems like a weird thing for your dad to be so invested in? Isn't he like more interested in sports or something?" Amy wondered.
Lauren suddenly snapped. "I don't know ok. And go study please. This is a really important test and you're holding me up with all your sister bonding stuff."
Amy grunted. "Fine. But I need to get a coffee first. Do you want one?"
"Fine. A macchiato please."
"I'll go get one for you. See, I'm a really nice sister."
Lauren didn't reply, but then again, Amy didn't expect her to. Amy walked into Lunchbox. There were a couple of people in front of her. It was always crowded in here. This place was the only place where you could get some decent coffee. She glanced over at the girl behind the counter. Amy couldn't hide the smile on her face. It was that pretty girl again who drew the heart on her coffee the last time.
"Can I help you?" The girl asked, without looking up. It must be a tough job working here with so many people waiting to get their caffeine injection.
"Yes, a latte and a macchiato, please." Amy asked.
The girl looked up. She had a small smirk on her face. "Okay, it was Amy right?"
The girl remembered her name. "Yes." Amy smiled back. Amy liked the fact that the girl remembered her name. She read the girl's name tag. Reagan. That was a cool name.
"Is the macchiato for your boyfriend?" the girl asked her.
"What? No, I don't have a boyfriend." Amy didn't really understand why the girl was asking that.
"Good." The girl smirked again. "That will be 5 dollar please."
"Here you go." Amy handed her the five dollar and just like last time, the girl grazed with her fingers over Amy's hand.
The girl put the money in the cash register and turned around, holding the two cups. She was writing something on the cup, but Amy couldn't read what it was. Amy walked along and after a while, she heard her name. "Amy, a latte and a macchiato?"
"Yes, that's from me."
"Look's like someone likes you." The guy laughed and winked.
Amy didn't really understand what the guy meant. She shrugged and grabbed the two coffees. Suddenly, she saw some handwriting on the cup. Meet me at the movies Friday at eight. R.
That was it. Right there, on her coffee. Amy turned around to the girl. She winked at her and Amy felt herself blush. She smiled back and walked out of Lunchbox. Did that girl just ask her out on a date? Was Amy going to go? It seemed really rude to not go, the girl seemed really cool. Plus she was really hot. Amy had to admit, she had never been on a date before. The though that her first date would be with a girl scared her. She kind of knew that she liked girls. It became pretty obvious when she realized that she had been in love with her best friend for a couple of years now. But still, the girl asked her out on a date, which meant that she could see that Amy liked girls. Was it the clothes she was wearing? Did she smell like a golfcourse?
Her mother didn't know that she was gay and she wasn't planning on telling her very soon. Honestly, she hoped she could put it off until she was far off at some college. The coming-out-conversation would be a lot less awkward over the phone. But then again, she didn't need to come out right away to her mother, right? She could see how the date went. Amy knew one thing for sure. She was going to be there at eight on Friday at the movies. She just wasn't quite sure what she needed to expect from it all.

It was Friday. The rest of the week went by fast. Nothing really changed between Karma and Amy. They were still exactly the same people they were before the whole making out at Karma's place. Amy felt sort of awkward, but she was pretty sure it was only her. Karma had told Amy that her parents were still ecstatic about the fact that she had come out to them. The plan had worked. And that should have been the end of it. But it wasn't of course.
"So what movie do you want to watch tonight?" Karma suddenly asked. They were having lunch, just the two of them.
"What?" Amy asked. She hadn't told Karma about her date. Why should she? It would be a real pain in the ass to explain the whole situation to her and Amy wasn't even sure that anything would happen at the date. Maybe the girl realized that Amy was kind of dork and never wanted to see her again.
"Movie night? What we've been doing every week for the past, I don't know, ten years?"
"Oh, right. I can't do tonight." Amy said.
Karma pouted. "Oh, why not?"
"My mom wants us all to have dinner. Family bonding." Amy shrugged. Amy hated lying to her best friend.
"Oh, can't she do it on Saturday?" Karma asked.
"No, she really needs to do it on Friday."
"Okay, can I come over on Saturday then?"
"Sounds good." Amy smiled.
The rest of the day went fast and before Amy realized it, it was seven. She had an hour for getting ready to go on her date. Her nerves were getting out of control. She had changed her outfit three times already, not knowing what the girl would like. She literally knew nothing about her date and that was quite terrifying. She didn't even know the girl's name for crying out loud.
She applied some make-up and Lauren walked in, wearing sweats. "Where are you going?"
"Just going to the movies."
"With Karma?" Lauren had a sly undertone in her voice.
"Yes, with my best friend."
"Is that so? Then why are you putting on make-up, my make-up that is."
"Because you have way better make-up than I do."
"Yeah, some people care." Lauren remarked.
"Sorry I didn't ask. I thought you were downstairs."
Lauren shook her head. "Don't change the subject. Do you have a date?"
"What, no?"
"Whatever, Amy. Have fun on your date."
"I don't have a date." Amy called after Lauren, but she was already gone.
Amy arrived at the movies slightly earlier. Her mom looked at her weird when she left. Amy had put on a lot more make-up than normal when she would go over to watch a movie with Karma. But her mom had luckily not asked any questions. Amy wasn't the best liar and certainly not against her mother.
Amy was a ball of stress and that was an understatement. She had applied a lot of deodorant in case she had a panic attack. She was pretty sure that could happen. Now she was stressing out about what she should do when the girl arrived. Give a hug would be sort of weird since well, they did not know each other. A hand would be totally weird and well a wave would be awkward. She was looking at her phone. She saw that she had a text from Karma: Good luck with family dinner. Behave Amy. You're better than them. Amy's heart melted. This was why Karma was her best friend. Amy did feel a flash of guilt. Karma knew that a family dinner would be absolute torture. Instead Amy was out on a date with a girl, without telling her best friend that she liked girls all together. Damn.
Suddenly she felt a slight tap on her shoulder. "Amy?" She heard the voice of the coffee girl.
Amy turned around and looked right into the brown eyes of the girl. "Oh hi. Sorry, I was a little bit early."
"No problem. Glad you're here. I'm Reagan by the way." She said.
"Oh, I know already."
"Wow, do I have an actual stalker?" Reagan's eyebrows rose.
"Oh, no. I just saw your name on the name tag." Amy stammered.
"That's a disappointment. It would be really cool if I had a cute stalker. All those other guys are always ugly."
"Are you serious? Do you have actual stalkers?" Amy asked in shock.
"No, you dummy. That was a joke. Even though, I have to admit, you are cute."
Amy blushed and mumbled a thank you under her breath.
"I have to admit. I didn't really expect you to show up. I thought you would chicken out."
"Well, I too have to admit. I was actually really scared to come. I wasn't going to in the beginning."
"What changed your mind?" Reagan asked. They were now standing in line for the tickets.
"Well, you too are really cute." Amy whispered the last word, suddenly feeling shy.
Reagan laughed. "Well, thank you. That's sweet."
The rest of the evening was amazing. They had no problem keeping the conversation going. They watched the new Hunger Games movie, which was amazing. Reagan was funny, sweet and damn was she sexy. Amy found out that Reagan is an out and proud lesbian, a DJ, nineteen years old and she only works for the coffee shop to pay her apartment. Her parents really did not like her being gay and she was never allowed to have girls over, so she decided to go live on her own. She however does not hold a grudge against her parents.
They were walking over to Reagan's apartment.
"Aren't you really pissed that they kicked you out?" Amy asked.
"Well, technically. They did not kick me out. They just didn't allow girls to sleep over and the tension was unbearable at times. I wanted to move out, so I did. And I don't regret it ever since. They acted like pricks at times, but they never forced me to move out. My dad was actually sad I moved to an apartment."
"But aren't you mad at them that they don't support you?"
Reagan shrugged. "Look, I wished they were amazing parents who would go to Pride with me, but I think that every gay person would want that. I'm the youngest child. My parents are sixty-three and sixty-five. They were born in a totally different time. I can't expect them to wrap their brains around the idea in such a short time. They are working on it, I know that. It's going to take a while, I guess."
"That sucks."
"Yeah." Reagan sighed. "How was your coming-out?"
"I'm actually not out yet." Amy stammered.
"Oh really?" Reagan said. She sounded disappointed.
"I haven't found the guts yet."
A silence fell. "We're here." Reagan said eventually. She looked up at the apartment. "I would totally invite you over, but it is the first date and I don't want to scare you away with my awful cleaning skills."
"Oh, I guess this is goodbye then." Amy said. She actually really liked the girl and wanted to give her a goodnight kiss, but she was too chicken to do that.
Luckily, Reagan was a lot more confident. "I had a great night. I hope to hear from you again." She leaned in slowly, making sure that Amy wanted this too.
Amy leaned in too and Reagan closed the gap. She had closed her eyes but she felt Reagan step a little bit closer. They didn't kiss for long but it was actually amazing. Reagan's lips were soft and with the girl so close, she could smell her perfume. Reagan pulled away first. "Goodnight, Amy."
Amy opened her eyes slowly, still a little dizzy from the kiss. "Sleep tight. Reagan."
Amy walked home, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She could barely contain her smile. She quickly sent a text to Reagan. She did not care wether it was too early to already text her. She wanted to let her know that she had a great night. I had an amazing night. Thanks for asking me out. Hope to see you again soon. Amy.
She wanted to say kisses Amy, but that seemed a little too straightforward. After a couple of minutes she got a text back. How about next week? I had a blast. You're a great kisser for someone in the closet
Reagan put a wink behind it but Amy could feel the blush on her face.
You're a great kisser too. Next week sounds good. She texted back.