Disclaimer: I don't own Faking It or any of its characters and yada yada whatever you're supposed to say here. You get the point.

A/N: This may be a little AU. Amy has a g!p so if you're not into that I suggest you don't read this.

A little upset after the decline in reviews/feedback after I posted the previous chapter. Regardless of poll results and such, I still love to hear what you guys have to say.

For those of you who are dreading going back to school after the March break AND all the rest of you, enjoy.

Love Like Fools

Chapter 7

*Charlotte POV*

Why is this making me nervous?

I wipe the corner of my mouth and flush the toilet for the third time today.

Take four, I grumble.

I squeeze the bottle of tooth paste, coaxing whatever little there is left … and nothing.

Opening the bathroom cabinet, a small box peeking out from the back catches my eye.

No need to jump to conclusions Char, it's just first date jitters.

Ripping open the closest box of toothpaste, the smell sends another wave of nausea over me.

And it's back to the toilet.

*Amy POV*

I wipe my palms on the side of my jeans after knocking for the second time.

Am I dressed to casually? Jeans and a long sleeve underneath a jean jacket? The weather is still a bit chillier than usual but-

The door swings open, revealing a well-dressed blonde who looks well into her 40s, Charlotte's mom I would guess.

No words are exchanged at first, stoic blue eyes lock with mine. I note the way she inspects me, as if deeming me worthy enough and my back stiffens at the tight lipped smile she gives me.

Charlotte's mother steps back, opening the door to let me in. "Charlotte should be finished shortly. Please come in… "

I step into the house, "Amy."

Digging my fists into my pockets, I stand awkwardly in Charlotte's home.

I've never felt so uneasy in this place, but then again I've never had the pleasure of meeting Charlotte's parents.

I wonder if her mother knows how many times we've … bad bad Amy.

Speaking of which, wasn't she just standing right here?

I find that I don't really care when a flash of movement at the top of the stairs catches my attention and a smile graces my features.

"Hey, I'm sorry you had to endure that." Charlotte jokes.

Laughing, I choose not to make a comment about her mother in case she's near (because seriously that woman is strangely terrifying) and opt to compliment her instead, "You look great."

"Thank you, so do you." The kiss on the cheek she gives me reminds me of my nervousness about tonight and I'm a stuttering fool again.

"No I just- I uh. Thanks." Oh my god get a grip.

"Amy? It's just me." She's closer to me now and the anxiety gets pushed to the back of my mind.

I nod my head, taking a deep breath before offering my arm for her to hold. When her fingers thread through mine, I pull us in the direction of the door.

"So, where to?" Charlotte turns her head to ask me.

Oh crap I forgot to tell her. "Oh, uhm. I know I asked you out to a movie but I thought of something else."

I don't want to say too much even if we've slept together before but this is our first date. I'd like for it to be different, special.

The squeeze to my hand and a nod are all the reassurance I need.

"How did I forget that the fair was in town this weekend?"

I laugh at her excited expression while she pulls me in the direction of the various food trucks.

"Why are we going to the one with the longest line?" I playfully groan.

"It only makes sense that it'll have the best food right? Plus it has the name bacon in it." Charlotte nudges me and the roll of my eyes can't disguise the smile on my face.

I peek at her through the corner of my eye, wary of her sudden silence.

Following her line of vision to the top of the Ferris wheel, I frown.

"You're afraid of heights, aren't you?" I ask her and I can't help but remember someone else who's afraid of heights.

I shouldn't have done that.

I remember the way my vision clouded with tears. Running out of the house so many of my childhood memories were made.

The tightening on my arm grounds me. I'm here with Charlotte, I shouldn't be thinking of Karma.

The little boy in front of us snickers and I want to kick him.

"Not so much heights but falling." She admits with her head down.

We trudge forward after a stream of people walk down the exit platform.

"I won't let that happen." I reassure her.

Charlotte nods, taking my hand before pulling us into the open booth.

"So…" I trail off as I clench and unclench my closed fists in my jacket pockets.

We're standing on Charlotte's doorstep after driving back from the fair and I don't remember a time I was more awkward with her.

Charlotte leans against the door with her arms crossed and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Should I kiss her? Should I just say goodnight and wallow in self-pity in the car on the drive back home?

I'm tugged by the lapels of my jacket and her breath ghosts over my lips. I look down at her, that damn smirk on her face and the way her teeth dig into her bottom lip.

Oh.

"I would invite you inside but my mother …" The mention of her mother is enough to stop whatever tightening in my jeans was about to occur.

I groan, accepting the kiss on my cheek.

Next thing I know she's pulling away, looking up at me. "Goodnight Amy."

Releasing my hold on her, I watch as she opens the front door. "Goodnight Charlotte."

Stuffing my hands back into my pockets, I turn to walk back to the car.

Before pulling on the door handle, I hear the sounds of quickened footsteps.

Turning around just in time, I catch her just as she jumps on me, holding the legs wrapped around me. I don't wait another moment before closing the distant between us, our lips meet in a hungry kiss.

When we both pull away to breath, Charlotte rests her forehead against mine. "We'll just need to be quiet."

Huffing out a laugh, I tighten my arms around her as I carry her back to the house.

So…