In her dreams, Karma was in love with her. She felt Karma's hands all over her body, and amidst their heavy breathing, the evening breeze elicited a feeling that Amy swore she could never forget. They were on a familiar, quiet street in the suburbs, with Karma leaning against a streetlamp and her arms around Amy's neck as the two kissed for several minutes. The shadows danced on their faces, and scent of dewy grass drifted into the air. Amy breathed in deeply, and felt Karma's smile on her lips. This was bliss in every definition.

But that scene was nothing more than a dream.

At abruptly a quarter past seven in the morning, her phone went off. Amy Raudenfeld groaned, eyes half-shut, as she fumbled around her bed and dressing stand with her hands. She picked up her phone and grumbled a "hello". There was silence on the other end. Confused, she diverted her attention to the phone screen – only to realize she was holding her digital alarm clock in hand.

A look of amusement crossed her sheepish face as she set it back down on the stand. And then her real phone actually did ring, and she dug it out from underneath her pillows.

"Hey," she answered.

"Why didn't you return my text last night?" A slightly dramatic voice inquired. Shane.

"Ou, I forgot. Karma and I, we got into a huge fight last night. I think we're done."

"Nonsense. You two have fought before. You'll kiss and make up in no time."

"It's real this time. But let's talk about it later."

"That reminds me, Oliver's been hounding me between classes on ways to ask you out. What do I tell the poor kid?"

"Oh fuck. But the whole school still thinks Karma and I are still together! Monday is going to be a shit show."

"He's persistent. And a sweet guy too. Besides, you did kiss him. Too bad he's in love with a Karmasexual. He could always play for my team."

"Ugh, no. I am initiating a Karma cleanse as of this moment. Want to come over and sort all of her things into cardboard boxes with me?"

"Darling, we are not spending a perfectly beautiful Saturday indoors, scavenging around for a decade's worth of memories to discard. I have plans for us today. Which, if you'd read my texts, you'd know."

"But what if I want to spend the day with my boyfriend?"

"Don't kid me, Amy," Shane smiled.

"I'm serious. You know, that moustache man on the Pringles containers? He makes really good chips."

"Okay, I am saving you before you descend into complete insanity. Pick you up in half an hour."

Amy hung up the phone. In half an hour? Karma used to take at least an hour to get ready. That was something she already did not miss… No. Karma no longer exists. With that mantra in mind, she greeted Shane at the door around half-past-eight, decked out in her signature beanie, high-rise skinny jeans, and a striped sailor shirt.

"Alright, where are we headed off to today?" Amy asked.

"Six Flags!" he notified, with a quirky sort of hesitation in his manner.

"I feel like there's something you're not telling me…"

"Liam is coming," Shane confessed with a big smile.

"Shane!"

"C'mon. Maybe you two will learn to understand each other. Besides, who do you think is driving?"

"This will be the most awkward three-hour car ride ever. I refuse. No."

"But see you have to come," Shane pleaded, "I met this really dreamy guy on Tinder and we're supposed to meet up there today. I need you and Liam there for moral support. Well, more so you. Liam will probably disappear with the first pretty girl that acknowledges him."

Liam's playboy nature irritated Amy to every extreme. She did not trust his intentions, and was strict in her view that he could only ruin Karma. However, that was now a concern of her past.

"I don't know, Shane. I'm excited for you but-"

"He has a hot lesbian sister that he's bringing along," Shane promised. "The only problem is she's 18, making you technically walking jailbait."

"It's too soon."

Outside, Liam honked the horn.

"Well?" Shane questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Fuck it, let's go," Amy decided.

"Yesss. I call shotgun!" Shane pumped his fist into the air and skipped towards the passenger seat. Amy followed and soon enough found herself in the backseat. Liam glanced over his shoulder, and the two exchanged a wordless glance. He nodded at her and started the car.

"Can you two be any more uncomfortable with each other?" Shane chuckled.