I pace up and down my room with Amy's not in my hand. I don't know if I should read it or just leave it. After she freaked out like that last night I'm not sure if reading this is a good idea, on the other side I really want to know what she had to say.

It's 2 in the afternoon and this is basically all I did for today. I ignored my phone, ignored my parents, ignored everything. I just walk up and down my room, debating whether I should read it or not.

I should. I open the note and start reading.

Hey Knockout,
I hope you're having a good day. You must be wondering why I did all the things I did, right? Well here goes nothing.

I fold the letter up again. I can't read it. I just can't, why can't I read it? It shouldn't be so hard, it should be easy, just fold it open and read it. No, I need to hear it from her, not read it from her. But she won't talk to me, why won't she talk to me? She gives me this stupid fucking note and doesn't talk to me, this is crazy, right? I'm not the only one who thinks this is crazy, right?

I stop walking and stare at the note. I need fresh air, and this is definitely not the first time I thought that in connection to Amy. This girl drives me crazy and I'm not sure if it's in a good sense.

I grab my keys and tun outside, I walk through the neighborhood without a certain destination, taking deep breaths with every step. I'm moving very slowly, but I don't have a rush to be anywhere. This is so weird. This whole thing is so weird and I don't know why the hell is going on.

I start to breath normal and walk a bit faster, so I have a normal pace. I keep my eyes on the ground and the note clutched in my hand. I try to concentrate on the air that surrounds me, the soft wind hitting my face, the air that fills my lunges, and the sound the trees make when the wind goes through their branches. Nature is beautiful.

I look up and find myself in the park, why did I walk here? I never go here. I keep walking until I see someone sitting on a bench, the person has her elbows on her knees and leans on her hands, she looks down to the ground, her eyes fixed there, her blonde hair falling down the side of her face. I look in the distance and see a dog running around in the grass. Amy.

I walk up to her and sit down next to her, she doesn't care I'm there, she doesn't know it's me, I guess. I don't even know why I sit down next to her, I have nothing to say to her. Or do I? I look at her, then I search for Chiron through the trees. When I finally see him, he's running towards us and before I know it, he attacks me with his tongue. I can't help but giggle and try to push him away. I ruffle through his fur and smile at him.

When I look at Amy I meet her gaze. Her eyes are wide, her body is now slightly leaning away from me and one eyebrow is raised. "Karma?"

I keep my hands on Chiron, still trying to keep him down from the bench so my face doesn't get wetter than it already is. "Yes, Amy?"

She shakes her head slightly as if I was a hallucination and keeps looking at me. "What are you doing here?"

I chuckle a bit. "This is a public place Amy, I'm allowed to be here." I wink at her with a small smile.

She looks at Chiron then back at me, she still looks confused. "Okay wait, so you're not here because you want to talk to me?"

I frown at her playfully. "The whole world doesn't revolve around you Mrs Raudenfeld. I didn't came here with the purpose of finding you. There is something called coincidence."

Amy relaxes and sits straight again. She looks at her hands and purses her lips.

"You wanted me to search for you, didn't you? Because you want to know what I think about the note." Without looking at me she nods. "Well what a shame that I didn't read it."

Her head snaps up in my direction. "You didn't?"

Suddenly there's an idea in my head. This might be something how we both are satisfied with the situation. I turn to her and hold out the note in her direction. "I want you to read it to me."

She looks back down again and shakes her head. "I can't, don't you get it? The words from my hand sound so much better than when they come from my mouth."

I shrug and shove the piece of paper into her hand. "Those are the words you wrote, now read them to me and we both get what we want. I want to hear it from your mouth and you can say the words that you wrote."

She looks at the note for a moment and then she looks at me. "Maybe it will work." She say, a small smile on her lips. She unfolds the note and looks at me for reassurance, when I nod at her, she begins reading.

"Hey Knockout,
I hope you're having a good day. You must be wondering why I did all the things I did, right? Well here goes nothing. It all started the day we met, I told you about it in another letter. I hope you remember it. Back then I started to write you little notes, but I never gave them to you. I continued this until now, I still have box filled with notes that are meant for you, but I never sent them." She looks up at me and I just nod again so she continues. "But one day I decided I wanted to send you a letter, I really wanted to write you a letter that shows what you mean to me, but when I was writing it, Liam caught me. He asked me what I was doing and instead of telling him the truth, I told him I wanted to troll you.

"He immediately wanted to be a part of the whole scheme and finally, I agreed. So we wrote the letter together, or rather I wrote the letter and he made his changes. We practiced to have the same handwriting when we're writing cursive so I could help him with his studies. I was always better than him in writing, but yeah, that's why we have almost the same handwriting.
"Now to the important part: Why didn't I tell you. I saw my opportunity to talk to you in detention when you read the second letter. I was shocked that the letter threw you off so that you'd end up in detention. I'm sincerely sorry for that. I had the chance to ask you if you liked the letters and when you said you wanted to find out who wrote them, I guess I just wanted to show you, but I got too scared.

"I actually planned to tell you when we were at your place, but I couldn't. I knew that if I did tell you, then we'd never have a chance for a fairy tail ending."

I couldn't help it, a snort escaped my mouth.

"I'm sorry?" she asks, clearly discouraged by my reaction.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it, I had to think of all the fairy tales that don't have a happy ending. In the original the little Mermaid doesn't fulfill her quest and the witch turns her into sea foam. A lot of Anderson fairy tales don't end on that happy note. And other fairy tales just have cruel features, like Snow White and Cinderella." Amy just looks at me confused. "I'm sorry we're getting off topic, please continue."

She clears her throat. "I knew that you would be so angry at me that you'd never speak to me again, so I just went with it. I also planned on stopping the letters, and after we were official I really stopped. I thought that maybe you'd forget about the letters and we could be happy, but there way Liam in the way. Liam threatened me to tell you if I don't leave you. He dislikes you so much and is such a jealous nature, so when I spent more time with you, I obviously didn't spend time with him and he wasn't okay with that.

"Then he wrote you that letter and I freaked out completely. At the party he told me that I had a week to confess to you, or he'd tell you, that's why my behavior changed so rapidly. Now I really don't want anything to do with him anymore and I really hope you get now why I wrote the letters.

"Basically the reason is very easy: Because I love you. I know you don't want to hear it that early, but it's not early for me. I loved you since the day we met." She looks up from the letter and meets my eyes.

"That's it?" I ask and she nods. Then she shakes her head and scoots closer to me, she turns in my direction and takes my hand.

"No, it's not. It's never enough. I love you Karma, I really do. And I really hope you'll give me another chance, because I want to be with you and I know you want to be with me, too. I'm just such a fucking coward that I didn't tell you earlier, that I didn't say all those things I wrote in the letters to your face in the first place. I didn't know what to do and it seemed so easy at first, you know?" She reaches up her hand to cup my cheek and to my own surprise, I let her.

"Do you mean what you said?" I ask, looking at our joined hands.

"Every single word." I can feel her looking me in the eyes and I try hard not to look at her.

"Why?" The question escapes my mouth before I can think and I feel like slapping myself.

"Why what?" She withdraws her hand from my cheek and puts it on my other hand.

"Why would you love me? Why would anyone love me?" I take a deep breath. "What's so lovable about me?"

She breathes out a laughter, puts her index finger under my chin to lift my head. I finally look at her. "Your eyes, they are the perfect hazel and they show that you're so much more than you show the world. The way you roll them when you're annoyed or someone said something stupid. I love your mind, you're the smartest person I know, you've read so many books, it's unbelievable and you have the best taste in books and also in movies. Your voice is the most soothing sound I've ever heard, doesn't matter if you speak or sing, If you'd read me the telephone book, I'd still be captured by you and I would listen to the whole thing only to hear your voice.

"Then your smile, from the small shy smile you sometimes wear, to the teasing, seductive one. Also the smile when you're happy, I think that's my favorite smile. Or the smirk when you win an argument, what you always do. I even love you when you annoy me, when you try to get on my nerves I'd never push you away, because even then I want to be with you. I love the look on your face when you daydream and how your eyes lighten up when you talk about something you love." She pauses for a moment, "how your eyes lighten up when you see me.

"I love that you take care of me when I can't, how you make me feel safe, you make me feel normal, you care so much about what I do, you make me feel important. I love how you lie to make me feel better and it's incredible cute how you slur your words when you're drunk."

I had to put an end to her rambling and I pull her in, crashing her lips into mine so she would stop talking. She immediately kisses me back and pulls me even closer by my waist. She smiles into the kiss and I can't help but smile, too. I missed this. I missed us. I trail my tongue across her bottom lip and I meet her tongue a split second after. It's like our mouths missed each other, our lips crave for contact and I can't get enough of her.

When I pull away she lingers for a second, her eyes still closed. "I love the taste of your lips and how they feel against mine."

I capture her lips again. "I got it, Amy." I mumble in between kisses. "Please stop now. Just stop." She nods and I pull away again. I cup her cheek and lean my forehead against hers. "You idiot."

She smiles bright and grips my waist tightly. "Does this mean you forgive me? Is everything okay again?"

I sit up straight, putting my hand that was on her cheek on her thigh and smile. "I think so, yeah. I mean all I wanted was a reason that I can understand and I understand." And I want to help her. I want to help her get confidence, I want to help her be happy. I just need to see her happy and if I can do this, then I will. "But please, never ramble again about what you love about me, okay?"

She smiles and nods. "Okay, I will. But I can't promise anything, maybe it'll overcome me." She winks at me and gets up. "I need to get this buddy home, do you wanna come with me?"

I nod and when I get up, she hands me Chiron's leash. "He missed you, you know?"

I ruffle through his fur again. "I missed this guy, too." Then I take Amy's hand in mine. "Almost as much as I missed you."

We walk to her house, catching up on the things we've missed in each others lives, but we came to the conclusion that we didn't much. She asked me how it was possible that Chelsea and I were in contact and I asked her what she did with Reagan. We chatted about school and friends, how she didn't talk to Liam anymore and that Lauren and Shane really tried to help me.

When we arrive at her house, we went directly to her room and she lies down on her bed. "How about some Netflix?" She asks, patting the space next to her on the bed.

I join her. "Yeah, sounds amazing. But no cheesy romcom please. How about we watch this documentary you wanted to show me?"

A grin spreads on her face in disbelief. "You're serious? You want to watch the documentary with me?"

I simply nod and Amy excitedly puts on the documentary about old Greece. I snuggle up to her and she puts her arm around me, we immediately lie comfortably tangled up in each other and I sigh contently. She kisses the top of my head and draws small patterns on the exposed skin of my waist.

Halfway into the documentary, I turn my head slightly. "Amy?"

"Hm?" she moves her hand over mine and intertwines our fingers.

"I think I love you, too."

A/N: Happy new year guys, I hope you enjoy starting the new year with happy Karmy :)