A/n:
Altough I really love this idea of my mine, my first two chapters were lame. I got very few reviews but a good number of followers. That is why i know people are interested with the concept. There are big differences from my initial ideas but it's improved a whole lot. Please re read the new chapter one and give this one a chance. If you don't like it, thank you for reading anyway.
*This story now takes place a few days after the wedding. (NOT after BUSTED)
*NOt sure yet if Amy and Liam slept together. But all of a sudden, Amy decides to leave and live with her dad.
*Amy will return with a new look and personality. But Karma has also changed alot.
*All original faking it characters do not belong to me. Everyone else does. RATED T FOR LANGUAGE
*Chase was a character in my first version and i realized that he seems more like Oliver, whom i never liked in the show. He will be reworked into the story but with differences as well.
*Alot of angst and slow burn but that is what i like. If you dont like slow burns, please give it a chance. I want this to be different. I want this to be the kind of fic that will bring hurt and tears but the same time tug at your hearts during happy moments.
*Sorry for the mistakes. Feel free to critique my writing.
*SONG IN THE END IS BY DAMIEN RICE. Called Cannonball. I really love this song.
"What's going on?" I get to her house and I see Amy and her step-dad loading luggages into the van. Lauren, her step sister is leaning against the door with her arms folded and watching intently at the scene in front of her.
"You shouldn't be here." Amy doesn't stop loading but she she speaks those few words to me. There is a certain coldness about her. Something is really wrong here and I have this feeling that its about to get worse.
"Amy, What's going on? Whose bags are those?" To answer my question, Farrah, her mom comes out the door bawling her eyes out and heads straight into the van without acknowledging me. And I get it. Those luggages belong to Amy, my best friend. I count the luggages and there is too much for a short vacation. I start to panic. My heart is beating out of my chest because I know what is happening here.
"What the fuck is going on AMY! TALK TO ME!" I grab both of her forearms to get her to face me. She refuses to look at me. Her dad has made his way into the driver side of the van. Lauren continues to stand in the doorway but looks away.
"I told you not to come today. You're making this harder than it has to be."
"Are you? Are you leaving?" My eyes start to burn and my lungs fail to work. Amy slowly turns my way and looks me in the eye. And without any emotion she tells me the words that I have been dreading to hear.
"I'm..uh..umm I'm going to live with my dad. …In Hawaii." I barely hear her say.
"What? But why so sudden?.. And you weren't planning on telling me.? You don't …you don't even like your dad."
"Karma, my dad has been wanting this for so long and I told you about this a few months ago."
"You said you weren't interested! I don't get it. Why now? Is it because I rejected you?!" I start to sob silently while holding on to her arms.
"Grow up Karma! Not everything is about you! My fucking world doesn't revolve around you! I'm doing this for myself." I am taken aback by the animosity in her voice.
"Amy, I'm sorry for whatever happened to us. I'm sorry for hurting you and for dragging you into my bullshit. I'm sorry I didn't feel the same way about you. And I'm sorry if you think that I picked Liam over you. But I promise I will try harder. I promise I won't ever see Liam again. I promise that I will learn to love you that way. Just please don't leave." I know I sound desperate and that's because I am. I cannot lose her.
I grab her hands and I get on my knees and I beg her with my life because I know that I cannot live without this girl. I may not love her the same way she loves me, but she is my everything.
"I'm sorry too. But I have to go. My flight leaves in a few hours and we still have a long drive." She won't look at me again. She tries to pull me up but like a child, I hold onto her knees for dear life.
"No! please don't go. Please don't leave me!"
"Please let me go Karma! Let me go! Coz I'm letting you go. Be happy with Liam. You got the guy! That's what you wanted all along right! Now this is what I want. Let me go." I let her pull me up and we are now face to face.
"Amy…please." I plead with her one last time and she looks at me. She gives me the most genuine smile, one that she's only ever reserved for me. The tears come out and I know she's been holding them back.
"I will always love you Karma. This isn't your fault. Please know that. There is a world out there bigger than the two of us. If we really are soulmates, we'll find our way back to each other. But for now, please let me go. I need this."
I can't say anything. I am completely and utterly speechless. I have no coherent thought in my brain. Talking has always been one of my strengths before.=There is so many things I want to tell her but words fail me at this point. I want to tell her that I love her and that I'll miss her so much. I want to tell her that I'll miss her weird laughter, her piercing green eyes, and the way she always smells like fresh donuts.. But mostly I really want to tell her that I cannot live without her. That I am nothing without her. But I can't.
All I do is nod to show my understanding and give her one last hug. I give her one bone crushing, breath-stealing, never letting go, kind of hug. Because I don't want to let her go. After a minute of this, she pushes me away and looks me in the eye.
"Goodbye Karma." She quickly enters the van and signals her dad to go. All I could do was watch the van drive away. I didn't try to stop it. Although I did think about jumping in front of it so that I would get injured and they would have had to bring me to the hospital. Amy never looked back. Not even once. And when the van was out of sight, the realization that my best friend was gone, possibly forever, suddenly sank in. My knees buckled from under me and I hit the ground. I sobbed and I sobbed in her front yard. As if on cue and just like in the movies during a climactic and dramatic scene, the rain falls. And it falls hard hiding my tears. I don't know how long I stayed there but all of a sudden, a pair of arms picks me up. Of all people to help me up, Lauren picks me up from the ground. I even forgot that she was there in the first place. I don't hear what she tells me but all I know is that she guides me to her car and drives.I don't care where she takes me and I don't care about anything. There is only one truth. My best friend is gone.
ONE YEAR THREE MONTHS SIXTEEN DAYS THREE HOURS LATER
I scanned the crowd in front of me tonight. A lot of them are here to drink, get fucked up, and meet their next conquest. No one gives a fuck about who is performing on stage. I could be Taylor fucking Swift and no one would notice. They're all too busy eye fucking each other. But hell I ain't no Taylor Swift. I'm actually a nobody. No one knows my name here in this semi classy acoustic lounge/bar in Austin not too far from where I live.
Heck no one knows I am only 17 years old. No one knows I am here. Not my parents and most especially not my friends. Not that I even have that many. I continue to scope my audience tonight. If I get a good response, the bar owner might want me back. Well, I actually don't care if the audience appreciates me tonight. I look at them. There's at least fifty people in here. Every one of these people has had their heart broken at one point. And every one of these people has a story to tell. Just like me.
"He..hello. Hi. My…um. Name is Karma. Its my first time to play here tonight. So be nice."
This isn't the first time I've performed but I always get nervous. My hand shakes but of course I try to hide that. Not many people bother turning around to face the stage. Most are still deep in conversation or taking shots at the bar.
"Ughh so I am going to play a song I wrote a year ago. Its about..um…love and hurt…"
"Just sing the damn song already princess!" Laughter follows the rude interruption.
"You might sound better with your shirt off! Whoo Hoo!" Another drunk jerk yells.
"Well fuck it I have the mic so I can say whatever I want. This song use to mean something to me about someone that use to matter to me. The song doesn't really hold much meaning anymore but maybe one day and to someone else, it might mean something.." My little tirade quiets the crowd so I start strumming my guitar.
There is only Amy in my mind as I start singing. After all this time, its still her in my mind.
Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on
Sometimes when I think of her, her face gets blurry. I guess I thought about her too much that my brain is so sick of images of her. But her eyes. Its still piercing as ever. I can't ever forget about those eyes.
Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't say what's going on
Its been more than a year and I haven't heard from her. I wrote her countless emails, letters, and text messages but not one, not a single one, received a reply. I gave up eventually. Even I know when I am not wanted.
Stones taught me to fly
Love ‒ it taught me to lie
Life ‒ it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
I used to be full of life and laughter. Now I am just an empty shell. I can't even cry anymore. I can't feel anymore. I use to miss her like crazy. Now she's just someone that I used to know.
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can't see what's going on
A few days after she left, Lauren dropped off a box with everything I ever given her and some of my things that I've left at her house. Attached was a a goodbye letter of sorts.
Stones taught me to fly
Love ‒ it taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
I was saddened and I was hurt by her departure. Now I'm just angry. Angry with her and angry with the world.
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on, courage, teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know
Most of the audience didn't care about my song or my performance. But some did and gave me a standing ovation and a good applause.
I looked through the crowd and I see these green eyes staring at me. A girl with green eyes and blond hair is staring at me. For a moment, for a single wishful moment, I thought it was Amy. It wasn't.
As I exited the stage, I quickly run to the girl with green eyes and blonde hair. I don't go far because she is waiting for me. I just stare at her for a good few seconds. She wakes me up from my reverie when she stands a little too close and whispers something to my ear. She smells like some expensive perfume and cheap vodka mixed together. Her smell is intoxicating and her eyes are so captivating.
"Hi. My name is Elena." She whispers into my ear and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"Im Karma" I have suddenly been reduced to two word responses.
"I know. You're voice, its amazing."
"Thank you."
"Do you want to uh get out of here?" There is a sexy fucking smirk on her face and I am all of a sudden, very turned on. I hesitate and think about it for a few seconds. I don't think long because her eyes convince me. Those piercing green eyes convince me to go home with her.
"Sure, why not." That is all I could say before I am completely captivated by this girl.
A/N: THOUGHTS? COMMENTS? ANY KIND WILL DO. THANK YOU FOR READING