A/N I I would like to apologize for taking FOREVER to update but I've had major writer's block on this. I'm on summer break so I'll try to update more often. I started a new Faking It fanfic called Cash or Check? It's a bit odd but maybe you'll like it. Thanks for everything btw and the title is from the song Elevate by St. Lucia and it's a great song worth checking out.

Elevate

Amy POV

Reagan hasn't texted me in a week and its making me crazy anxious. I know I said I was going to kick this habit but this waiting is just making me use more. It's Saturday morning and all I'm doing is lying in bed literally wasting my time. But then I think 'Why waste my time when I could get high?' I put on Habits by Tove Lo because it just suits the mood, when I hear a bing.

*anonymous number*

Hey it's Reagan. I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me tonight.

*Amy*

Oh hey Reagay. I'd love to but I'm gonna need a ride.

*Reagan*

Umm I think your phone autocorrected the N in my name to a Y. And yeah that's no problem. I'll pick you up at six.

*Amy*

No that was me autocorrecting your name ;) and sure I'll text you my address later.

*Reagan*

Lol alright. See you tonight.

With me being home alone I thought it would be a perfect time to scream and jump up and down like a little child. I had to look amazing tonight to impress this girl. So I guess this means no drugs.

I put the coke back into my "special" shoebox. 'I'll save you for another time' I think to myself.

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Reagan POV

'No I need to stop this' I put down the razor. I can think of only one thing that could keep my mind off cutting. I pick up the phone and text the quirky blonde.

It's been a week since I've seen Amy at Dunkin I'm surprised I've waited this long to text her but this week has been really busy for me. I've been caiter-waiting every day and Djing almost every night. But this weekend I decided to take a break.

The stress hasn't helped my habit but I've decided I need to be better.

…

Five o'clock rolls around and Reagan starts to get ready for her date. She wears her signature black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, combat boots, and black leather jacket. It was starting to get warmer in Texas but this jacket was so badass plus Reagan always needed to wear sleeves to help cover up her scars.

Reagan puts on some red lipstick and dark winged eyeliner. She was starting to get increasingly nervous as she continued to get dressed but she needed to relax or else she'd go over the edge again.

Half-an hour goes by and she's done with everything, including the side cornrows in her hair. She steps inside her truck and turns on the ignition. When she receives a text from Amy.

Reagan rolls her eyes at how stupid she is when she is nervous. She completely forgot she has no idea where this girl lives but thankfully the text she just received was Amy's address.

As she drives to Amy's house all she could think of was everything that could go wrong. What if Reagan falls for this girl and all Reagan is to her is an experiment? What if she discovers Reagan's dark secret and freaks out, calling it a quits? Or the worst possibility… What if this girl was another Alana?

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Amy POV

I finally finished getting ready and I think I looked my best. My hair was great and so was my outfit but the only major problem I had was trying to hide the dark circles under my eyes. I would be lying to myself if I said they were from lack of sleep.

Six came around the corner and I hear the knock on my door. I rush over to open it only to have my mouth literally drop to the floor.

Standing in front of me was this Latina Goddess. I can't even describe how sexy she looked in that moment without cuming at the thought. Her outfit was simple but it completely complicated my mind.

"Hey Nips, you might want to pick up your jaw off the floor. I know I look nice but no need to drool over that nice outfit." She said smugly.

"Yeah maybe I should pick my jaw off the floor before you step on that too." I reply sarcastically.

"Oooh feisty. I like it, by the way how's the foot doing? Do I need to carry you to my truck?"

"Foot's fine. All my toes are still there, no thanks to you. So where are you taking me?"

"Well I thought something simple like dinner and a movie, if that's good with you?"

"Sounds like a plan"

We walk to her old blue truck and I get inside it.

"Sorry about my ride. I don't make much at my job right now." She starts the truck and gets on the road.

"Any ride is better than taking a piece of crap bus."

"Look on the bright side. On a bus you have your own personal driver."

"As well as my own personal entourage of smelly, crazy people. "

She chuckles at my reply. "You know you're really funny. I like a girl with a sense of humor."

I blush at her remark. Hopefully she doesn't notice. We arrive at an Olive Garden, head inside and get seated.

"So do you take all your girls here?" Trying to start up conversation.

"No just you." She winked at me.

"Hey. I'm not really that hungry so do you want to split a dish?" My appetite has been very low ever since I started using. Causing me to lose even more weight.

"Ugh.. Sure. Spaghetti Alfredo sound good?"

"Only if there's shrimp. And I mean a lot of shrimp"

"Oh is that your thing, shrimp."

"Yes that's my thing." I reply.

"Okay Shrimp girl whatever you want"

Well Shrimp girl is definitely better than Nips.

We ordered and we asked each other about our week. I said lame, she said hers was super busy. We continued on for about fifteen minutes when our food arrived. Before she even noticed Reagan had said

"From your wide-eyed gaze I take it our food is here."

"Yes, T-minus 30 seconds until it arrives to its destination." I say staring at the plate of shrimp delight.

We start eating.

"Haha. You know I'm using not into dorks but you make it hard to resist."

I try and fail to stop my smile. "You know I'm not usually into girls with cornrows but I'll make an exception. No but seriously what's up with the cornrows?"

"Well let's just say I went to a really ghetto school and some of my friends wanted cornrows so I taught myself and it's occasionally my go to hairstyle. Why do you not like it?"

"No, honestly it looks really hot on you but that's only because it's on one side. I don't think anyone could pull of a full head of cornrows unless you're Alicia Keys."

"Well thanks" She smiles at me.

"Oh my goodness!" I completely freeze while looking down at our plate.

"What? What is it?"

"What the fuck is that? Please tell me that I'm high and that's not really a cockaroach in our food."

"Oh fuck. Nope that's definitely Gregor Samsa sitting on our plate." She says matter of factly.

I immediately call the waiter over.

"Hey we have a little problem." I say pointing at my plate.

She looks down and her eyes widen. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry. Let me get the manager over here."

She runs and gets the manager and he comes over and apologizes for over ten minutes offers a replacement meal and free dessert. Despite losing our appetite the offer was too good so we both ordered cheesecake.

At the end of the meal we can't help but laugh at all that just happened.

"Is this a sign that maybe this isn't going to work out? I mean when you think about it every interaction we've had has contained some kind of omen to it." She asks?

"Ehh I don't believe in fate, it makes life seemed too planned and besides we got a free meal out of it."

"You're right. So are you ready for the movie?"

"Sure"

We step out of the restaurant and walk across the parking lot. The theater was in the same plaza so it was only a seven minute walk. It was getting pretty hot out and Reagan looked really warm in that leather jacket of hers.

"Hey, why don't you cool down and take off that leather jacket?"

She looked surprised and shifted uncomfortably as she walked "No, I'm good thanks"

"Are you sure, you're sweating"

"Nah, I feel fine" She says trying to play cool.

"Wait. Are you hiding something from me? Like a sexy arm tattoo."

"No, I have tattoos but not on my arms. Maybe one day you'll find out where they are."

"No you are totally hiding something from me. Here give me your arm, let me see." I playfully grab her arm and she completely brushes me off.

"Oh sorry, I was just messing with you." I say to her. Great I'm pretty sure I just completely ruined this night by being too fresh. Which was completely against my expectations, usually I'm a rambling idiot but this girl makes me feel so comfortable. We walk into the theater and sit in the movie in awkward silence.

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Reagan POV

What is wrong with me? This night was going great and I just pulled a dick move back there. Truth is I really was hot back outside but I didn't want to risk her seeing any of my scars if I took off the jacket.

We are sitting in the movie theater right now and it's pretty awkward. I'm just gonna try something lame to uncomplicate the situation.

The theater was dark so I didn't have to worry about her seeing my scars. I take off my jacket and put my arm around her shoulders, lean over and whisper "Truth is the climate wasn't the only thing heating me up outside. Those shorts look really nice on you."

She gives me a 'Are you serious' laugh but leans over and kisses my cheek anyway.

"Oh I know" Is all she replies and we watch and enjoy the movie together.

….

Amy POV

The movie finally finishes and we leave the theater in a comfortable silence. As we start walking back to her truck she reaches over and holds my hand.

"You know you're the only person I could almost eat a bug with and not actually mind it." She tells me.

"Well at least it was whole bug. I think this date would have gone less smooth if we saw half a bug and we had to argue on who ate part of the bug."

"Ugh. You are right. I REALLY hope that was the only bug."

….

They get into the car and small talk until they get back to Amy's house. The driveway was empty because Amy's family had taken a weekend trip and Amy didn't feel like tagging along.

Reagan walks Amy to the front door and they hug and say goodbye. As Amy opens the door and starts walking inside, Reagan grabs her by the arm and pulls her into a passionate kiss. Amy bites back a moan and grabs the back of Reagan's neck trying to pull her deeper into the kiss. Reagans lips were like soft pillows that Amy lips yearned to rest on.

Reagan had her hands on Amy's lower back. The DJ couldn't get enough of the blonde's cherry chapstick. Reagan pulls away but playfully brushes her nose against Amy's a couple of times. Reagan's forehead was resting on Amy's.

"Well that was a pleasant surprise." Amy says.

"I can be full of good surprises too, I promise." Reagan whispers.

Amy's heart starts beating even faster as she takes in the brunette's husky voice.

"I think…. I think I should go. It's getting late." Was all she could whisper out.

"Okay. But I am seeing you again." Reagan says as a command while biting her lip.

"Feisty! I like it." Amy says mocking Reagan from earlier.

"Goodnight Shrimps."

"Goodnight ReaGAY."

Amy steps into her house. Closes the door and leans her back on it. She takes a calming deep breathe, relieved at the fact that not once did she think of the whole incident with Karma or even crave her drugs, the only thing she craved after that night was Reagan.

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A/N

I know this story has some pretty serious moments but I also wanted to include some cute Reamy moments. Any criticism or questions are welcomed. I hope you guys liked it and don't forget to check out my new story Cash or Check?