Walking up the stairs, Amy realized that there was absolutely no turning back now. She had come this far, it wouldn't be reasonable to run back home with her tail in between her legs. Besides, Lauren had a hostile takeover of the house, claiming to have important matters to take care of that required usage of the entire house. Luckily, for the sake of preventing World War III, Amy agreed to Lauren's terms and left the premises. Which is why she is currently using a turtle' space to ascend the stairs to Reagan's apartment.

Amy doesn't exactly know what she and Reagan are. One wonderful date doesn't amount to a full-fledged relationship. Not that Amy'd mind a relationship with a girl like Reagan. Amy just doesn't want to move too fast, doesn't want to fall too hard in a short period of time. She doesn't want another Karma.

Amy's slow pace slowed down even more as she continued to think. Their second date was supposed to have Amy meeting Reagan's friends. Thankfully, they both agreed that that was a wee bit too fast and had agreed to having two more dates before delving into "the deep stuff", as Reagan had eloquently called it. 'We may have dodged a bullet with meeting each other's friends, but I'm going to her APARTMENT. Where we'll be all alone for our second date. I think this may be moving even faster than our original plan,' Amy thought to herself. Amy's a very pessimistic person and is easily stressed, add that to all of her relationship problems and you have a shitload of anxiety and overthinking.

As a matter of fact, Amy's overthinking was so intense that she didn't even notice Reagan leaning against her apartment door, arms crossed over her chest, looking at her expectantly. Amy went so far as to walk right past Reagan. The DJ raised an eyebrow. "Ummmm, Amy?"

The silky melody of Reagan's voice was enough to draw the blonde out of her concentration. Amy looked back, finally realizing that she had walked past her destination. Amy let out a nervous giggle, severely embarrassed. She shuffled back to Reagan's door and frantically flipped her hair to give the illusion of her 'coolness'. "Heyyy."

Reagan snorted at Amy's attempt at being suave and opened the door to her apartment. "You coming in? I bought some fresh donuts from down the street."

Amy nodded her head excitedly and almost ran into the apartment, with much more speed than her trek up the stairs had had.

...

Lauren looked around her 'palace', making sure nothing was out of place. The house had to be absolutely perfect or all of her...errrr, their hardwood would be for granted.

Once Lauren made sure the living room was up to her standards, she made her way to the kitchen. "Elizabeth! How are those cookies coming along?"

"They'll be done in 5 minutes, Captain Cooper," the jittery teenager responded. Lisabeth loved serving under Lauren's rule but sometimes the small blonde just stressed her the fuck out.

Lauren have her a curt nod in response. She peaked her head out of the kitchen and called upstairs, "Those decorations better be flawless, Leila!"

"Yes, ma'am!" The girl in question called back.

Lauren would have this place looking like a legitimate palace by the time everyone got there. She'd be damned if she let Harvey steal this election away from her.

...

"Okay. So I have Carmilla, Orange Is The New Black, Orphan Black, The 100, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and Supernatural."

Amy stared in wonder at Reagan's extensive collection of movies and TV shows. "Woooowww, you are a true lesbian. I'd get down on my knees and bow down in praise if I weren't mesmerized by your vast collection."

Reagan put her hands on her hips defensively. They were in her living room deciding on what to watch for their movie night/second date. "Not all of these are lesbian collectibles."

Amy stared incredulously at the dark haired girl. "You have cream puff all over your face, OITNB is porn with a good plot, and, honestly, who can resist Cophine?"

Reagan pouted and directed her gaze at the ground. "Shut up."

Amy grinned and grabbed a donut with strawberry filling. She moaned as she took her first bite. Amy was oblivious to Reagan's eyes on her lips. "Soooo gooood."

Reagan groaned and took a seat next to Amy. "Listening to you eat is porn. Way better than the sex in Orange Is The New Black."

The tips of Amy's ears gained a pink tint. "Uh, thanks?"

Reagan noticed some strawberry filling left on Amy's bottom lip. It was just too tempting for the DJ to resist, so she leaned in and captured the blonde's lips. Amy let out a squeak of surprise and, in a showing of no coordination, accidentally leaned back on the couch, dragging Reagan with her. With the DJ straddling her and sucking on her bottom lip, the blonde felt like she was going to explode with all of this stimulation. But it was over as soon as it started.

Reagan sat up, still straddling Amy, with a smug smirk on her face. She licked her lips. "Got it."

Amy, coherent as ever, replied with, "Got huh? Wha..."

The dark haired girl jumped out of Amy's lap and headed towards the TV. "I think I wanna watch me some Buffy."

...

Lauren felt it in her gut, this party was really going to help her with the student elections. President Lauren had a very nice ring to it while President Shane sounded like some crappy porno star's stage name. The blonde knew she would have Hester High in the palm of her hand, just like the other schools from before. However, every president needs his First Lady: or in this case, her First Man.