A/N:To avoid a pack of wolves being sent after me, I present chapter 3.

Hester Hill, the most notorious place known for being infamously scandalous and family-oriented at the same time. By day, it's a wonderful picnic spot for families and couples to lounge and play around under the sun. By night, it's a place for hormonal teenagers to 'vent their feelings' without their family's prying eyes. Amy can't deny the fact that she used to daydream about bringing Karma there and having her way with her, but those times are far from her mind at the moment. Currently, Amy is leaning against a tree, watching Reagan fumble around with trying to set up a picnic. Amy tried to help but whenever she asked, the brunette would decline the offer. 'Maybe it's a macho lesbian thing,' Amy thought to herself. "Are you sure you don't need any help?"

The brunette looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. "I really don't need any help. I just want to make sure this is perfect for the first date."

Amy's eyes widened. "How did you know this was my first date?"

"Lesbian's intuition," Reagan smirked, taking the food out of the picnic basket and setting it up neatly on the blanket.

Amy crossed her arms and huffed. "Well, for your information, this isn't my first date, technically."

"Mmhmm," Reagan continued with setting up the picnic with a knowing smile on her face.

"No, really. I've dated before," Amy tried to convince Reagan. "Seriously, I'm a ladies' lady."

Reagan quirked her eyebrow, again. "What was her name?"

Amy's face reddened as she stuttered out an answer. "I, um. I forgot."

Reagan giggled at the pout that was on Amy's face. "You are too adorable. The perfect combination of cute and sexy."

When Reagan was done setting up, she patted the spot next to her for Amy to sit it. Amy's blush deepened as she sat down. "No one's ever called me sexy before."

Reagan frowned. "Then you must be surrounded by idiots and blind people."

The thought of Karma briefly flashed through Amy's mind, but she brushed it off. It's not appropriate to think about your fake ex-girlfriend when you're on a date with your potential new girlfriend. Amy shook her head and finally looked down at the food. "Wow, where'd you get all of this?"

A wide variety of foods covered the picnic blanket, all looking fancy and expensive. Amy was sure that a person couldn't afford them on a DJ's salary. "They're leftovers from my catering gig. See? I can provide for you. Definitely girlfriend material, don't you think?" Reagan waggled her eyebrows.

In an impossible showing of embarrassment, Amy's face turned even REDDER. "What's with you and the sexy eyebrows?!"

Reagan stuck her tongue out at Amy and began to dig in. "What's with you and the adorkable tomato face?"

Amy sighed in defeat before starting to eat her own food. "Touché."

Once Reagan finished a bite of her creme brûlée, she started up the conversation again. "You know, the whole reason for this date was to get to know each other. You already know a little about me. Now, it's your turn. So spill."

Amy shrugged, trying to downplay her life story. "Deadbeat dad, overbearing, slightly homophobic mom, evil stepsister, awkward stepdad, alcoholic grandma. I think that just about covers my family life."

Reagan nodded. "Relatable. What about your friends?"

Amy hesitated to answer the question. "Uh, typical friends. I have a GBF and the evil stepsister isn't that evil once you get to know her. There's more, but I think I'll save that for the second date."

Reagan smirked. "Ahh, so there will be a second date?"

Amy was, once again, reduced to a stuttering mess. Instead of forming a coherent sentence, Amy nervously checked her watch. "Oh, w-wo-would you look at the, uh, time. It's almost time for me to go back to school."

Reagan sighed and started to clean the picnic up. "Ugh. I'm really starting to hate your school. It's cutting in on our Reagan and Amy time."

"Reamy," Amy helpfully provided.

Reagan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You've really put a lot of thought into this relationship, haven't you?"

Amy rolled her eyes, but had a smile on her face too. "This isn't a relationship until you buy me donuts. They're my favorite food in the world."

The smile never left Reagan's face. "I'll keep that in mind for the second date."

Amy did an internal happy dance as they walked back to Reagan's truck. As they made their way back to Hester High, Amy daydreamed about what it would be like to be on Hester Hill with Reagan at night.

...

Karma rested her head against her hand, elbow propped on the lunch table. She picked at her mashed potatoes, bored and having nothing else to do. Liam was in his studio working on a new art piece and Shane was out with his new beau. Dick or Duke or something. Karma wasn't really paying attention. Her mind was focused on Amy and her whereabouts.

So that left her alone at lunch. Well, not completely alone. She had her biggest Karmy shippers sitting next to her, sprouting ideas on how to get Karmy back together. "Really, Elizabeth. We need to get them back together before something bad happens."

The girl in question looked confused as ever. "Like what?"

"I don't know. What if... What if Amy gets a new girlfriend?!"

That caught Karma's attention. 'What IF Amy got a new girlfriend?' the redhead pondered the somewhat upsetting thought.

A flash of blonde caught Karma's eye. For a moment, she thought Amy had returned. She realized she was wrong when she saw the angry blond stomping towards their table. "Hey Lauren."

"Don't 'Hey' me. Give me my henchmen back. I've discovered some interesting information and I need their manual labor."

Karma sighed, starting to not like her day at all. "Sure, take 'em. Leave me all by myself to wallow in my self pity."

Lauren sneered. "My pleasure, after what you did to Amy."

Karma's mouth dropped open as Lauren and her minions walked away from the table. "That was months ago," Karma pouted, talking to herself. "I don't get why everyone's still butthurt over it."

...

Reagan stopped her pickup truck in front of Hester High. She kept glancing at Amy, unsure if it was too early to kiss her or not. Amy was having the same thoughts so she decided to be the brave one for once. "Look. I wanna kiss you and I'm pretty sure you want to kiss me too. So, why don't we just do it?"

Reagan arched an eyebrow. "You sure? Cuz you don't have t—"

Reagan was cut off by a pair of lips on her own. After a second or two, she relaxed into the kiss and ran her hands through the blonde locks. Amy let out a moan as Reagan deepened the kiss. However, the kiss was interrupted by the bell ringing. The two girls jumped apart. "Shit, I'm late."