Amy had been sitting there staring at those three words for 10 minutes now. The pizza was getting cold, but she just sat there, captivated by those words.

It meant something.

She didn't know how she felt. She just felt like she was going to puke. She whipped out her phone to text Karma and hesitated. She put her phone down.

What if Karma was just feeling desperate, feeling like she had to say whatever it would take to keep Amy around? Amy wasn't even sure she could blame her for that, considering all that Karma was going through. The guilt started to set in. Had she really been cutting Karma off from their friendship now of all times? It seemed cold.

"But... " Amy thought as her mind started to wander. "What if she did mean it?" The question hung in her brain. She put her face in the pillow.

After about an hour of dialing Karma's number but chickening out before pressing send, she finally called her best friend.

"Hey," Amy said.

"Hi," Karma replied, already analyzing everything she could from the tone in Amy's voice. Had she opened the pizza? Had she forgiven karma? Was she ready to, as Karma had put it earlier, try something different?

"I'm sorry," Amy offered.

It wasn't what Karma was expecting. And it stung. Why did gestures of love between the two of them always have to be accompanied by an apology.

"I shouldn't have told you I couldn't do this. It wasn't fair of me. We will always be friends," Amy reassured. "I didn't mean to make you doubt that."

"That's not why I-"

Amy cut her off. "Karma, you're going through a lot right now. I don't want you to say things you'll regret."

"Amy," she said. "I mean it."

Amy wanted to believe her. But those walls she'd built up were just too thick. Time and time again she'd believed. At the threesome when Karma looked at her lustfully and was spooked as soon as Amy's lips touched Liam's. At the PFLAG rodeo, when Karma put her head against Amy's chest and said, "Just you and me. I wish it could always be like this." And of course, during that moment, in the pool.

She felt it deep down in her bones, in her heart, that Karma wanted this. But Karma had denied it one too many times. And Amy refused to let herself hope again.

"Karma, let's not do this. Let's move past it. I'm ready to do that."

Amy couldn't see it, but Karma's face fell when she heard those words.

"I'm ready to face it and you're ready to move past it?" Karma thought, but couldn't bring herself to say. She felt like there was a weight on her chest. Despite her difficulty breathing, she tried to play off the entire situation as casually as she could "Okay," she said. "Come over tonight for movies & popcorn?"

"Sounds perfect."

After hanging up with Amy, Karma opened a new text to Shane.

Karma: She doesn't believe me!

Shane responded almost immediately.

Shane: Can you blame her?

Karma replied with an eye roll emoji.

Shane: You have to convince her.

Karma sighed. She looked in the mirror, suddenly super conscious of what she was wearing. Amy would be over in 20 min. She was desperate to find something cuter to wear. She'd finally settled on a green scoop neck sweater that she knew Amy liked, when the doorbell rang.

Amy held out two movies. "Mean Girls or Bridesmaids?" She asked.

"Hmmm what about that other one you're always talking about?" Karma asked. Amy looked confused. "Imagine something?"

"Oh," Amy said, suddenly surprised when she made the realization. "Imagine me and you? I left that one at home."

Karma shrugged. "Oh okay," she said, "Mean Girls then!"

"Good," Amy smiled, "that was the one I wanted." Of course, Karma knew that. Amy had always had a thing for Lindsay Lohan.

Amy was sticking the DVD into the player, when Karma interrupted. "Pajamas, first?" It would've been an awkward question, but the girls really didn't ever lounge around the house in jeans.

"Sure," Amy said, whipping an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts from her bag. She went into the bathroom to change.

When she came back she found Karma in her bra, supposedly still in the process of changing. Karma reached over for the t-shirt that she'd laid on the couch. Holding it in her hands for a moment. She made eye contact with Amy, who was trying to avert her eyes. "Do you like it?" She asked. "I went a little crazy at Victoria's Secret after I got my last paycheck."

"Uh huh," Amy said nodding, "eyes glued to the ground. Finally Karma put her shirt back on and turned on the movie.

Karma cuddled with Amy as the movie began. Amy convinced herself to be okay with it. She could handle this. She made the choice to be there. She kept reminding herself.

But right as Cady Heron was saying gruel, Karma turned so she was leaning over Amy and planted a kiss on her lips.

Amy, shocked, pushed her off slightly too aggressively. Karma fell to the floor looking heartbroken. "Sorry," Amy blurted out, extending a hand, "but what... What was that?"

"You don't seem to believe me," Karma said. "So I have taken it upon myself to convince you. And you know how persuasive I am."

"Karma," Amy said, already feeling guilty for the tone she was using. "I believe that you think maybe it meant something. I believe that you may want to kiss me to figure all of this out." Amy paused. She looked at Karma and took a deep breath. "What I don't believe is that you won't wake up tomorrow saying, 'oh never mind we were faking it,' 'oh never mind, I was drunk' and I just couldn't take 'oh never mind, I was feeling vulnerable because my mom is sick,' or 'oh never mind I was just afraid of losing you." When Amy finally finished her rant, she noticed the tears flowing down Karma's face.

"Oh shit. Karma, I didn't mean to - I was just trying to -"

"I know," said Karma, trying to get a hold of herself. "I'm not mad." The tears kept coming though. Amy gave her a hug. When she pulled away, Karma looked her in the eye. "I'm telling you I want this. I'm ready," she said.

"But I'm not." It was even harder for Amy to say than it was for Karma to hear.