A/N: This is the final chapter. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. It's meant a lot to me

"People are going to talk," Amy said, concern in her voice. They were waiting in line to show the chaperone their tickets.

"Since when do you care?" Karma asked.

"I don't care about rumors. I care if people think we're liars," Amy clarified. "Again."

"What are you going to do? Stop everyone and say 'hi just wanted to let you know Karma and I are here as friends?' C'mon Amy. Chill."

Amy sighed. Karma grabbed her hand and led her into the gym. "Hey you two," Shane greeted them. "Looking very cute." He turned to Amy. "No suit this time?"

"Nah," Amy said, "thought I'd stick to tradition this time, you know mix things up." Shane nodded. "Well I was headed toward the dance floor... Wanna join?"

The girls followed Shane's lead. Katy Perry was blasting from the speakers after all. Karma couldn't resist jumping around to Firework and Amy knew it. After a few more songs, a slow one came on.

Karma reached for Amy's hand as John Legend's "All of Me" began filling the room. When Karma's fingertips brushed against Amy's waist, it suddenly all felt like too much. "Actually," Amy said abruptly, "Let's go get some punch."

Karma knew what was up and Amy knew Karma knew. But they both played along. What else was there to do?

They sat together at the table, watching their peers, making snarky comments. Wondering aloud about the couples who were actually interested in each other versus the ones who were just desperately seeking a warm body to hold on the dance floor.

After a few minutes of quiet, one of their favorite songs came on."Please Amy. You know how much I love this song," Karma whined.

It was true. Karma must have forced Amy to listen to "For You I Will" by Teddy Geiger, at least 100 times when it first came out. They were only in elementary school, but even then supposedly boy-crazy Karma was a romantic at heart.

"Why are they even playing this?" Amy asked. "I haven't heard this in years."

Karma was on her feet. "Because it is the best song ever." Amy rolled her eyes. "Let's go."

While Amy felt more hesitant about slow dancing, it was Karma who was unprepared for the emotions that seemed to be taking over her entire body. Karma reached up to put her arms on Amy's shoulders, as they'd done a number of times before. But this time was different. She noticed her hands were shaking and she was starting to feel like she couldn't breathe.

She finally found the confidence to look at Amy. Amy was surprised to see a genuinely frightened look in Karma's eyes.

"Relax," Amy told her. Karma forced a smile.

As Karma listened to the words of the song, she felt an aching in her chest. It forced her to break eye contact with Amy. She stared at the floor. For a moment, nothing existed but those words blasting from the speaker:

No more camouflage, I want to be exposed and not be afraid to fall.

And then came her favorite part of the chorus. She forced herself to look back up at Amy, who was mouthing along to the song adorably.

Oh I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence that I can and cannonball into the water. I'm going to muster every ounce of confidence, I have, for you I will.

Karma stared into the eyes of the girl in front of her and tried. She tried to tell Amy how much she meant to her. She tried to tell her she would do anything to make all of this right. But the words were stuck on her tongue. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out those three words she wanted to say most of all.

Okay, so words had betrayed her. How about leaning in for a kiss? There was nothing she wanted more. But she stood frozen.

She was afraid of coming off as impulsive. She couldn't run the risk of Amy claiming she was "caught up in the moment." She didn't want Amy to push her away again. But she also knew she could not make it through the last few "For you I wills" of this song, with Amy's arms around her waist.

"I have to... I have to go to the bathroom," Karma said abruptly. She jerked away, leaving Amy alone on the dance floor.

Amy plopped down on a chair, annoyed. "What the fuck was that?" She asked Shane.

"You know what that was."

"Her freaking out about having feelings for me? No it's not. You always tell me that that's what it is and it never-"

"Just go after her..." Shane said, with overdramatic annoyance in his voice.

"What? No."

"You know you want to," he tempted.

"No. You go. Go talk some sense in to her and tell her to stop being so weird!"

"She's in the Girls' room, Amy. I think you're going to have to deal with this one."

Amy sighed angrily and stormed in the direction of the bathroom. She pushed the doors open and found Karma teary-eyed, sitting on the heater by the windowsill. Amy's anger quickly melted away just like it always did. She sat down beside Karma.

"Okay," she said gently, "are you going to tell me what's up?"

Karma shook her head. "Can we just, can we just go home?" Tears were dripping down her face again.

Amy wrapped her arms around Karma, who even then remained perfectly still. "We can go home," Amy agreed, knowing she meant Amy's house, "and talk about it there."

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Amy had put on the radio and Karma calmed down during the ride home. They hadn't said a word until they were sitting on the floor of Amy's room. Karma had the South of Nowhere DVDs in hand.

Amy shook her head. "Nope," she said, "No South of Nowhere until we've talked this out." They sat silently for a moment. "I have all night," Amy said. She plopped down next to Karma, relaxing against the foot of her bed. She began humming quietly, the song that had been stuck in her head all evening.

Upon hearing the melody, the words began to play in Karma's head again.

You always want what you can't have, but I've got to try. I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have. For you I will. For you I will. For you I will.

Karma took a deep breath and, through her tears, smiled at Amy, "Ready?" She asked.

Amy nodded. And Karma let it all out. "I get it now. I get the torture I put you through because I am feeling it every single second. I am not as strong as you are and I can't do this. I can't stand being around you another minute and not being able to touch you, not being able to ki-"

Before Karma could finish the word, Amy's lips were on hers. Despite the surprise, Karma was quick to respond, kissing back aggressively, pinning Amy against the foot of the bed where they had been lounging moments ago. Finally, Amy forced herself to pull away. She looked into Karma's eyes. Neither girl said a word.

Finally, Amy smirked. "You didn't say 'whoa' this time," she commented.

"I know," Karma said, a smile broad across her face. Amy waited for explanation. "This time, I wasn't surprised by how much I liked it." She pulled Amy in for another long kiss.

When she pulled away, she had a mischievous look on her face. "You know, I was watching this one particular episode of South of Nowhere and it got me wondering..." Amy's eyes lit up, intrigued by the direction this was headed. "Do you still have those trench coats?"

Amy brought her lips to Karma's ears, "I like the way you think," she whispered, before pushing Karma to the floor to pick up where they'd left off.