A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews and favorites. You all are awesome! This one is a little different. It goes back and forth between Reagan/Amy and Karma and gets a little angsty. And if you love Karma (and I do) you probably won't like her as much for the next couple chapters, but there's no story if there's no conflict, right?
These were the moments Reagan loved.
Not that she didn't enjoy the others - the ones with less clothing and more heavy breathing and more the feel of Amy's lips everywhere on her body - but these were the ones that meant the most.
The quiet ones. Just being together, wrapped up in each other. Sometimes they could go an hour or more without talking, just holding on to each other, like they were in their own little bubble.
Of course, that bubble, like all bubbles, eventually had to burst.
This time, it was her phone. It buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and they ignored and ignored and ignored it, right up to the point where it vibrated its way off Amy's nightstand. The thunk of it on the floor was just enough to shake them out of their little world.
"You probably should get that," Amy said, though the arms she had wrapped around Reagan's waist didn't loosen their grip even a bit. "It could be someone important."
Reagan's hand continued to cup Amy's cheek, her thumb still tracing soft patterns back and forth against her girlfriend's skin - and she chuckled at the way she thought of her limbs and hands and lips all doing things independently, like she had no control.
Then again, when it came to Amy, Reagan had quickly learned she really didn't have much control.
"I doubt it," she replied. "Everyone important is right here. So unless you've figured out some way to call me without using your hands…"
Amy's lips curved into a quirky grin that reminded Reagan of every time Shane was about to say something wildly inappropriate. "Well," she said. "I can do amazing things with my as-"
"And I'm getting the phone!" Reagan wiggled loose and rolled off the bed, unwilling to even consider the places Amy could have been going with that thought.
No control, she thought. None whatsoever.
She snatched the phone up off the floor and checked the display. "Just a text from my boss," she said. "Reminding me we've got a job on Monday." She plopped back down on the bed and burrowed into Amy, cheeks pressing together as she held the phone over their heads. "Say cheese!"
"Fuck, Reagan!" Amy tried to turn away, but Reagan's finger tapped the shutter button before she could get her face all the way around to the pillow. "We've been lying here for like an hour, and we were… busy… before that, " Amy whined. "I probably look like shit."
Reagan tilted her head back and regarded the younger girl. "Not possible," she said.
Amy rolled her eyes. "You're biased."
"Yup," Reagan said, pressing a quick peck to Amy's lips. "But that doesn't make me any less right." She tapped the screen on the phone and brought the picture back up. "See?" she said, holding it up so Amy could see. "Fucking gorgeous."
Amy glanced at the screen. Her face was half hidden, but there was a definite smile and her hair, though mussed, didn't look like she'd been almost having sex for most of the afternoon. But she hardly noticed herself in the photo. All she could look at was Reagan, looking at her. No one had ever looked at her like that, not even Karma. It was a look that made Amy's breath hitch in her throat and her heart race just a little.
"You gonna post that?" Reagan lived for posting pics on Facebook and Instagram. It kind of reminded Amy of Karma, but those were words that would never leave her mouth, not even under penalty of death. When Reagan nodded, Amy spoke again. "Cool." She swung her legs off the bed and stood. "Just make sure you tag me in it."
"What?" Reagan knew she hadn't heard that right. In the entirety of their relationship, Amy had never once let her tag her in any pics. Reagan knew why - it was hard to keep something to yourself once it was splashed all over the Internet - but since Amy didn't complain about her posting, she didn't complain about not tagging her. "You're serious?"
Amy nodded, stretching her arms over her head. "Karma knows about you now," she said, though truthfully, that was only half of it. As nervous as she was about her best friend and her girlfriend finally meeting, Amy was more sick and fucking tired of hiding away a part of her life, especially when it was the part that made her happiest. "No more secrets," she said.
Reagan grinned and hurriedly tapped buttons on her screen, uploading the pic to her Facebook account.
Spending time with Amy Raudenfeld. Best. Girlfriend. Ever.
Facebook, Karma decided, was the fucking devil.
It had been the ding of her phone, the sharp little bell tone alert from Facebook - and yeah, that was the fucking devil - that had started it all. Saved by the bell?
Fuck that noise, Karma thought. Killed by the bell. Broken by the bell.
Fucking ruined by the bell.
She could have ignored it. She should have ignored it. She could have ignored the tone. Or she could have just checked her messages, seen the horribly cheesy 'missing you' sticker Liam had sent her (they had seen each other less than half an hour ago and sometimes, Karma was starting to think, the boy just tried too fucking hard.) She could have just seen it, sent back a quick and generic 'you too' and been done.
She could have. And she should have. The moment she saw that someone had tagged Amy in a photo, she should have just slapped the lock button on her phone and gone on with her day. She'd only been home ten minutes. She was supposed to meet Liam in an hour.
She thought today might be the day he finally brought her to his place. Maybe her chance to meet his family.
Or maybe just another day of sneaking off somewhere semi-private so he could do his level best to fuck her and she could do hers to not let him.
He seemed to like the chase. She was growing bored with it.
Which might explain why she didn't click the lock button. Why she went ahead and opened up Facebook. Why she saw that picture, why she read that tag.
Spending time with Amy Raudenfeld. Best. Girlfriend. Ever.
Fucking Facebook. Fucking devil.
It took Karma all of three seconds to recognize the background, to know that was Amy's striped pillow tucked behind their heads, which meant they were in Amy's room.
On Amy's bed.
And Reagan was on the left. Her side.
And who the fuck had told her that was even a little OK?
It took Karma all of five seconds to spot the smile on her best friend's face and ten seconds to start wondering why and how and when an Amy smile had become something that hurt her heart.
Maybe it had something to do with the girl that was clearly the cause of that smile. Or the fact that said girl wasn't her.
It took Karma all of fifteen seconds to push that thought away.
And all of twenty seconds to click on Reagan's profile. Facebook might well be the devil, she thought, but even the devil has his uses.
Reagan had tried. Really, she had.
In the weeks since Amy had chased her down and they'd fallen together - literally and emotionally - she'd done everything she could to avoid anything even remotely connected to Karma.
Which, given that she was dating Amy, was something of an uphill battle.
Even with a somewhat strained friendship, Karma was ever present in Amy's life. The photos on the nightstand and the dresser and the wall. The constant texts - and God help her if the sheer volume of texts the two exchanged while they were 'distant' was less than usual - and every story about Amy's childhood that Farrah liked to embarrass her with, and practically every damn thing about her girlfriend before they met.
There was Karma.
Every once in a while, Reagan let herself feel that little bit of jealousy, that little twinge of anger, that aggravation over the fact that, apparently, some girl she'd never met was some kind of free gift with purchase.
Buy a Raudenfeld, get an Ashcroft free.
But every time she felt it - and it really was every fucking time - she'd glance over at Amy and find her staring. Like she knew what was going on in Reagan's head, like she could read her mind. And every time there was a quick peck on the lips, a squeeze of the hand, a head on the shoulder, or even just that soft warm smile that turned her into a pile of melty goo.
(and when the hell had anyone been able to turn her into goo?)
It was like she knew, Reagan thought, every time. And it was in those moments when Reagan realized that there was a very distinct difference between the Amy in all those stories and photos and memories and this girl before her.
This Amy?
She was hers.
Karma be damned.
So she had tried. Really, truly tried. She'd gone above and beyond, she was sure of that. And as long as Karma remained out there, somewhere, and not an actual presence in her life, well, Reagan could just keep right on trying.
But, apparently, that wasn't an option anymore. Because tomorrow, she was meeting Karma.
And, suddenly, she found herself wanting answers.
She needed to know things. And she didn't like it.
But she asked anyway.
Karma had to wonder if this girl had anything better to do with her life. Wasn't there anything going on for her besides Amy? Besides posting pictures on Facebook and showing off her relationship to the world?
The irony of that question eluded her.
She had quickly discovered that Reagan's profile was private which meant she couldn't see much of anything, which would just not fucking do, now would it?
Amy hadn't changed her Facebook password since 9th grade. Why bother, she said. It's not like I've got anything on there anyone would care about.
Silly girl. Silly, silly girl.
Karma logged onto Amy's account and saw that picture - that picture - again and clicked quickly on Reagan's profile, hopeful that she could banish that image - and the dozen or so she'd made up in her mind.
Silly, silly girl.
Even when she scrolled down, even when she moved away from that damn photo as fast as her mouse would carry her, all she discovered was another and another and another…
It was a black fucking hole of photos and status updates and comments and likes and seemingly every one - every fucking one - was about Amy.
What was it they taught in school about black holes?
Nothing escapes.
Yeah, Karma thought, that sounded about right.
She scrolled down, remembering the date when she'd started dating Liam, her own birthday. She knew Amy and Reagan had started seeing each other shortly after that, so this trail of tears would probably start around that same time…
And there it was. The beginning. Patient Zero.
9/26: Third date with Shrimp Girl. Convinced her to let me post a pic so you all could see she's not really a shrimp. And that I didn't make her up! LOL!
Reagan and Amy, sitting way too close in a way too dark club and what the hell was Amy wearing, did she even own shirts that low cut?
Apparently, she did.
And what the fuck was a Shrimp Girl? OK, Amy loved shrimp. But she loved donuts and bacon and horribly long documentaries and Karma, too.
Shrimp? Fucking shrimp.
That was the beginning. The first drop in what would quickly become a steady drizzle of Amy and Reagan.
9/29: Hanging with Amy. Her first visit to the apartment. I even cleaned.
10/1: Met Amy's sister and GBF. Much cooler than she let on. And I don't care what she says, Lauren, you're not the spawn of the devil!
No, Karma agreed. Lauren wasn't.
The drops kept coming. One after another.
10/3: Dinner tonight with Amy's parents. Wish me luck!
10/3: Dinner was great. Amy's folks are very cool. Farrah even invited me back! Score!
10/5: Amy and Reagan, reclining on the swing in Shane's backyard, Amy in Reagan's lap, her head resting on Reagan's shoulder, Reagan's arms wrapped around her waist, her lips pressed to Amy's forehead.
It's official. She asked. I said 'yes'. Reamy is a thing.
The drops had made a puddle. It wasn't deep, yet. But Karma knew that didn't matter.
It was already deep enough to drown.
"Just ask already," Amy said. "You know you want to."
Reagan was sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees tucked up under her chin. She'd been staring at the photo on Amy's bedside table - her and Karma dressed up for Halloween - for going on five minutes now.
"Am I that obvious?" she asked. She knew the answer, but she tried to delay the inevitable,anyway. Maybe, she hoped, she wouldn't have to ask. Maybe, sometime in the next forty-five seconds, she'd realize it didn't matter and she didn't care and they could just forget this and go back to almost having sex.
Amy walked over and gently lowered the photo face down onto the table. "Talk to me Reagan," she said. :"Whatever it is, just talk to me."
See, Reagan thought. That's why they call it delaying the inevitable.
"I've been trying," she said. "Really, I have. I didn't want to push or pry, I mean it's none of my business, really. You don't go poking around in my past so…"
Amy knelt on the floor in front of her and rested her hands on Reagan's legs. "Your past doesn't have a Karma," she said quietly. She studied Reagan's face for a minute and watched how the older girl refused to meet her eyes. "I've been so fucking stupid, haven't I?"
Reagan did meet her eyes then. "What?"
Amy smiled, but it was rueful and sad. "I've been stupid." She sighed. "I've been Karma all this time. Oblivious. Not seeing what was right in front of me." She pulled herself up onto the bed and wrapped her arms around Reagan. "All this time I thought keeping her out of this was making it better. But it was just making it better for me." Amy tipped her head resting her forehead against Reagan's. "It's been hurting you, hasn't it?"
Reagan shrugged. Hurt wasn't quite the word for it. "At first, I didn't care," she said. "And then after I found out about… you two… then I was kind of grateful." She slid her knees down and scooted closer to Amy, further into her arms. "But then, after a while… it was like I was competing with a ghost. Except she's alive. And you see her every day."
"It was never a competition," Amy said.
"Maybe not for you," Reagan said. "And I guess not for her either. But that's only because she didn't even know I existed." She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She didn't know how to say it. "But I knew about her. And not just what you told me. There's Shane and Lauren, even your mom."
Amy chuckled. "I'm not sure those are the most unbiased sources when it comes to Karma," she said.
"And you are?" Reagan regretted it immediately, wished she could pull the words back in. "I'm sorry," she said. "That came out wrong."
"No, it didn't," Amy said. She tightened her grip on Reagan and saw a flicker of confusion cross the older girl's face. "You're right. I'm not exactly unbiased. She's my best friend and always has been. Long before I had Shane or Lauren or you, Karma was all I had."
"Is that why you did it?" Reagan asked. "Is that why you went along with her, with faking it?"
Amy tipped her head back so she could see Reagan more clearly. "Is that really what you want to know?" she asked. "I mean, is that all you want to know?"
Reagan nodded. Then shook her head. Then laughed at her own confusion. "I don't know," she said. "But it seems like a good place to start."
It was October 26th that undid Karma.
And who the hell was she kidding? She was undone long before then. Somewhere around the third or fourth photo of Amy and Reagan kissing or the fourth or fifth status about how happy Reagan was. Or the sixth or seventh photo of some couples outing with Theo and Lauren and Shane and his "trainer" all captioned with that stupid fucking nickname.
Apple picking with Shrimps and the gang.
Checking out the new X-Men with Shrimps and company.
A night alone with my Shrimps.
But it was the 26th that pushed her over the edge.
She could still see the texts in her mind. If she actually picked up her phone, she was sure the conversation was still there.
Karma: Hey, Buttface. I know you don't like hanging out with me and Liam together so much, but he got these tickets to this way fancy Halloween party on Saturday night. I guess it's a Squirkle thing. But he's got extra and he's inviting Shane so I was hoping maybe you'd come?
Amy: I don't think so. I think I'm just going to hang out at home.
Karma: Amy… (I'm pouting, just so you know)... please? Pretty please? I promise Liam and I won't be coupley. We won't even hold hands. And you told me the other day you were getting over that, remember?
Amy: I know. It's not that. I just don't feel like a party. Besides, I don't even have a costume.
Karma: We'll buy you one. Tomorrow after school.
Amy: I'm not spending a bunch of money on some outfit I'm only going to wear once. Just go, Karma. Have fun. I promise, sometime next week the four of us can do something, OK? Just not on Saturday, OK?
She'd tried for over an hour to talk her into it. Twelve text messages. Only three replies from Amy.
Even Karma could take a hint.
She'd gone to the party with Liam. Shane had refused too, so it was just the two of them. And they'd spent most of the time against the wall, away from the crowd. At one point, Karma had sworn she saw the Squirkle lady from the protest at Hester, Liam's sister.
But then Liam had tugged on her hand and led her to an empty stairwell and well, she'd forgotten the Squirkle lady five minutes later.
On Monday, when Karma told Amy about the party, her best friend had listened with rapt attention, and commented snarkily in all the right spots. When Karma asked her what she'd ended up doing, Amy told her Netflix and donuts and then went to bed early. They walked off from lunch arm in arm and Karma thought that maybe, just maybe, they were making things right again.
So when October 26th came up on Reagan's timeline?
When Karma saw the photo, read the status, and realized what exactly 'went to bed' probably meant?
That was when she knew things weren't ever going to be right again.
"Why'd you do it?"
It was the question - correction: one of the questions - Amy had been expecting. And, to be honest, she was a little surprised it took this long to get to it.
"Lauren gave you an out," Reagan . "She told everyone you two were faking and you could have just admitted it." She was snuggled into Amy so the younger girl couldn't see her face, the way her eyes were still locked on that now face-down Halloween photo. "You could have walked away. But you didn't."
"No," Amy said softly. She tangled her fingers in Reagan's hair. "I didn't walk away. I kissed her."
She felt Reagan's grip around her waist tighten a little and, as selfish as it might be, even that little sign of jealousy warmed Amy's heart. She wasn't used to being on this end of the equation.
Reagan was her. She was Karma. That made Karma, Liam.
And that was just all kinds of wrong.
"I know what you did," Reagan said, and there was no anger or hurt in her voice, which surprised Amy. "I just don't know why."
Why? Why not just ask why the sun rises in the morning or why people are so often horrible or why human beings have an appendix.
Amy wished she knew. At least about the appendix part. That had always bugged her.
As for why she had kissed Karma, why she hadn't done the reasonable, logical, normal thing and just walked away?
Well, she wished she knew that too.
In her head, Amy heard a million different answers. The same ones she'd heard every moment since she'd pulled Karma to her and pressed their lips together.
I was already in love with her, I just didn't know it. And then my heart acted before my brain could think.
I never thought it would go as far as it did.
I didn't think it would mean anything..
I wanted to be popular too. I got caught up in the moment. I didn't want to let Lauren win. It was an impulse. A blurt. A momentary loss of sanity.
I don't know.
Amy took a deep breath and offered up a silent little prayer that she'd find some way to explain it. Any of it.
"After the kiss, and after I finished freaking the fuck out about the kiss, I told Shane the truth." Reagan nodded against her. She knew that much. "And he was a great friend and really tried to help me. Back then, I was so confused. I didn't know if I just liked Karma or if it was girls in general -"
Reagan pressed a soft kiss to Amy's neck. "I think you figured that one out," she said softly and Amy could feel her smile against her skin.
She nodded and tried to continue, tried to ignore the way even Reagan's breath on her neck caused her pulse to race. "Anyway," she said, "Shane had me over to his house one day. He said he wanted to test out a theory." Amy chuckled at the memory. "He made me watch lesbian porn on the Internet."
Reagan sat up, pushing herself back from Amy. "Wait," she said. "You've watched lesbian porn?" Amy nodded, the blood flushing her cheeks. Reagan grinned and then snuggled back down against her. "Well, now I know what we're doing next Saturday night."
Amy groaned, though the concept wasn't totally unappealing. It was just watching, she thought. It wasn't like Reagan was suggesting they make lesbian por -
Her cheeks flushed again and she had to blink a few times, trying to drive that particular image from her mind.
"Um…. yeah… so…" She shook her head. "So, I tried to leave, but he told me it was important. He figured if watching that got me as hot as… um…"
"Kissing Karma?" Reagan asked and Amy nodded. "It's OK, Shrimps. I know you two kissed." She pulled herself back again until she could see Amy's face and then she pressed their lips together. It was slow and soft and when she gently nipped at Amy's bottom lip, the younger girl moaned.
When Reagan pulled away, Amy's eyes were still shut and she couldn't quite catch her breath.
"Bet Karma never kissed you like that."
Amy shook her head again and Reagan laughed as she snuggled back up. "So you and Shane were watching the porn…"
Amy took another deep breath, this one a little more ragged than the last. "So, I watched for a bit and it was...OK?" Reagan coughed. "Fine," Amy said. "It was hot. Shane has excellent taste in porn. Make sure you ask him for some recommendations before next Saturday." She heard Reagan gasp lightly and smirked. "But hot or not, lesbian porn was not fixing my problem. So I told Shane to turn it off. It was ridiculous. Nobody could get into those positions and there wasn't even any plot. There was no point, no meaning."
Reagan laughed and the vibration of it shuddered against Amy's chest. "It was porn, Shrimps. Most people don't watch it long enough to need plot."
"That's what Shane said," Amy replied. "He said I was looking too deep. I was looking for… how did he put it… Shakespeare in skin. Sometimes, he said, there's not much meaning or point beyond the obvious."
"I always knew Harvey was a wise man," Reagan said with a laugh. "But what exactly does this have to do with you kissing Karma?"
"Everything," Amy said. "Because the truth is, I don't know why I did it." And that was the truth. She hadn't known in the moment and she certainly hadn't figured it out since. "And I stopped trying to figure it out. Because it's like looking for Shakespeare in skin. It'll never make any sense and nothing will change it."
"It is what it is." Reagan said.
Amy nodded. "Exactly," she said. "I can't take it back and…" She pulled Reagan tighter against her. "I wouldn't even if I could," she said. "For a very long time, that one moment made my life a fucking mess. But now…"
Reagan leaned back slightly, so she could see Amy's face. "But now?"
Amy looked at her, and willed herself not to let the tears pool in her eyes. She was not going to to cry.
"That one moment helped me realize who I am," she said. "Maybe I would've figured it out eventually anyway and maybe I could have done it with a little less drama and pain." She brought a hand up to cup Reagan's cheek. "But, it brought me Shane. And Lauren, even if I still can't believe I'm grateful for that." She pressed a quick peck to Reagan's nose. "And it brought me you. And if someday we're registering for china patterns and opening joint checking accounts, then I guess it'll all make sense. Or not. But by then, it'll be another hazy high school memory and it won't matter much more than it does now."
Amy finished and watched her girlfriend. The color had drained from her face and she was biting her bottom lip.
And Amy thought back to what she had just said. China patterns and joint checking accounts and… oh… fuck…
She cursed herself in every way imaginable. It wasn't bad enough that she was talking about kissing another girl, she had to go and mention china patterns and joint checking?
Reagan cleared her throat and Amy thought she saw the corners of her mouth twitch up. But that was probably just wishful thinking because she had probably just scared the living shit -
"I hate china," Reagan said. "It's so fucking pretentious." And now Amy was sure she a smile starting. "Promise me we'll register for something cool like a big screen TV or one of those wine fridges or, oh! I know! One of those full house stereo systems that you can run from any room -"
And as Amy felt her breath come back, she sat up, pressing against Reagan's shoulders and rolled her over onto her back. She slid the older girl's arms up over her head and pinned her wrists to the bed.
Reagan smirked and arched an eyebrow. "OK, No wine fridge." she asked. And Amy growled and brought her lips crashing down onto Reagan's. "But I was serious about the stereo," Reagan mumbled in between kisses. Amy sat back up and glared at her.
"Reagan?"
"Yeah, Shrimps?"
"Shut up."
Reagan grinned up at her and that smile and that light behind her eyes? That was something Amy thought she could stare at forever and be perfectly content. "Make me," Reagan said.
And so Amy did.
And as they tangled themselves together again, all thoughts of Karma and the kiss and all the crap that had followed it faded away in a blur of lips and tongues and hands clutching at sheets.
It was the question Amy had been expecting, though it had taken longer than she expected to get there.
But sometimes, some things were worth the wait.
I don't even have a costume.
Apparently, Amy didn't consider a Supergirl outfit, complete with bare midriff - and just when Karma had almost forgotten the sight of her abs - and red leather boots to be a costume.
Just a regular Saturday night outfit then. OK.
And Karma was sure Reagan must have just had a full Wonder Woman ensemble just taking up room in her closet. She must have been so relieved that she finally had a chance to wear it.
And how wonderful for both of them that someone had decided to throw an impromptu costume - sorry, outfit - party that night. Something that was clearly thrown together last minute. Certainly, if it had been planned in advance, the multi-colored spotlights in the background and the fog machine-pumped haze around Amy and Reagan's legs would have been of a much higher quality.
And was that Shane in the background? How nice of him to blow off whatever plans he had to help Amy and Reagan with this last minute affair.
Happy Halloween from DJ Reagan and her Shrimp Girl. Hanging at the annual company holiday bash. Thanks for the party, Crown City Catering!
I just don't feel like a party.
Maybe the feel of Reagan's hands on her hips, fingers splayed up so close to those fucking abs - and how does someone who eats like Amy get abs like that? - and her warm breath on her ear as she leaned in over her shoulder had convinced Amy to be in more of a party mood.
That had to be it, right?
Because Amy wouldn't lie. Not to Karma.
They didn't do that.
At least not before Wonder Woman.
But then, as Karma clicked off Reagan's profile and back to Amy's, she quickly realized there were a lot of things her best friend hadn't done before now.
Like those three little words….
These were the moments Reagan loved best. Amy's hand in hers, pressed between them, their lips moving softly and slowly against each other. She'd kissed other girls, other girls who were good kissers.
Amy put every one of them to shame. It wasn't even close. From their first kiss, it had been like their lips had minds of their own, like they each knew exactly what the other was going to do.
Reagan was pretty sure she could kiss Amy forever and never get tired of it.
Scratch that. Not pretty sure. Sure.
She felt Amy shift on the bed, and a shadow fell over her. It wasn't until the sound of the camera shutter on Amy's phone that she realized what was happening.
Reagan popped one eye open and pulled back from Amy's lips. She smiled at the sad little whimper that escaped from her girlfriend. "Did you just take our picture?" Amy nodded. "Can I see it?" Amy shook her head. "Why not?"
Amy help up one finger and quickly tapped the screen of her phone. Reagan kept trying to lean over to sneak a peek, but Amy kept her at bay. Finally, she finished.
"Check," she said, grinning like a fool. She nodded at Reagan's phone. "Facebook," she said.
Reagan snatched up the phone and opened up the app, quickly spotting the update.
Amy's profile pic. The two of them, mid-kiss, shot with a nice filter and in stylish black-and-white.
"Oooh," Reagan said. "Artsy! I like."
And then she saw the status that went with it.
In love with DJ Reagan. #bestthingtoeverhappentome
Reagan blinked back tears and swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled slightly as she tapped on the screen.
In love with DJ Reagan. #bestthingtoeverhappentome
Karma stared at the screen and wished that black hole was real and that it would swallow her up right then and there.
And then the screen blinked. A comment
DJ Reagan: I love you too, Shrimps. #myeverything
Karma stared at the screen until the words blurred and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Somewhere in the distance her phone dinged - Facebook, again - and then Liam's ringtone and then his text tone and then and then and then
And then Karma crawled into her bed, not sure if she'd ever leave it again.
