*This chapter is tiny*
*Listening to Butterflyzs and Never Felt This Way by Alicia Keys*
*shhhhhh*
Chapter 14
Butterflies
At home, Amy felt like she was walking on a cloud. When she got home Lauren was asleep. Amy decided to give her that, even though she didn't quite deserve it.
"How was your first day sweetie?" Amy had come out into the living room in her jammies just like she always made a habit of doing after a somewhat long day. As usual her mother was ready to receive her, eager and trying not to be.
"It was good," Amy confessed. "Karma was actually pretty great."
"Karma the case killer?" Her mother's accent was so thick sometimes it made Amy laugh.
"Yeah, Karma the case killer," Amy repeated with a bit of a chuckle. It was funny to think of Karma as this sort of boss person who people were scared of. "I think she was mad I didn't know who she was," Amy confessed.
"Wouldn't you be? Lauren already told me about all that." Ah the mention of Lauren, the notorious.
"Yeah, she kinda ditched me today," Amy stirred trouble.
"But it worked out?" Her mom asked.
"Yeah, it was good," Amy said, downplaying exactly HOW good it was. She sat down next to her Mother on the couch and watched a few episodes of the Kardashians by her side. Occasionally they would both laugh so hard they'd cried and wipe tears from their eyes.
After that though, her mom went to her room to try and make herself sleep. Ever since Bruce left on his work trip Farrah had been lonely and missing him terribly, they rarely spent time apart.
Amy tried to relax after that too. She felt bad for her mom and was trying to cheer her up by keeping her company. When Farrah left though, Amy just laid out on the couch and took out her phone to play with it.
She hadn't noticed but she had a text from an unknown number.
I really like you, was all that it said.
Who is this? Amy wrote back. She obviously had a sneaking suspicion but to assume would be nonsense.
I can't tell you, the other person played.
Two minutes later Karma sent a picture of herself lying in bed with a book nearby and a glass of wine real close on the nightstand. The picture surprised Amy a lot. She almost stopped breathing when she first saw it. She'd never imagined Karma in bed. Not yet anyway. And then there was the lovely thought of Karma in bed thinking of her…
Amy realized she was holding her breath. She let it out in the room where no one else was.
I wish I was with you right now… Amy texted back, once she could gain some composure.
Me too… Karma said.
Amy tried to get a good picture of herself but it was pretty much impossible by the light of the tv screen in the living room. She didn't feel nearly as beautiful as Karma just was.
She turned off the tv and walked into her room. Feeling restless, she lay down on her bed and tried to get comfortable but it was pretty much impossible.
At a loss, she pulled her phone up again and stared at that picture of Karma and smiled to herself before tapping her phone on her chin feeling giddy and then tapping her phone on her forehead to try to stop herself from being a spaz.
She rolled over in bed and hugged her phone. In all truth she felt giddy. The picture had done something to her. Determined now, Amy took a picture of herself again. This one she was somehow okay with, if only knowing that Karma would like to see it, so she quickly sent it away.
After that she sighed in relief and cuddled up to her pillow with thoughts of Karma dancing 'round in her head. If Karma was thinking of her everything was okay. That thought rocked Amy sweetly to slumber and then to a deeper, sweeter, sleep.