Amy remembers the good old days. When it was physically impossible for her to keep a secret from her best friend. When everything was out and open between them. Before Hester, before Liam, before everything. Back then, she told Karma everything, from her deepest secrets to what she had had for breakfast that morning. But now, keeping secrets from Karma is second nature for Amy. It's her first instinct. Which is why Karma had no idea about her current date. Hell, the only thing that Karma knows is that Amy's been texting some girl by the name of Apple Girl. That's all that Amy was willing to tell her.

Amy misses those good old days. But, she knows that she has to accept the fact that things are different now. Amy can't trust Karma with her heart and secrets, Karma can't trust Amy. But seriously. What was that dream about?

"Whatcha thinking about?"

Amy is snapped out of her concentration. "Huh?"

Reagan's at her stove. She's making lunch for them but she won't tell Amy what she's cooking. "A surprise dish that will make your taste buds orgasm," as she had eloquently put it. "You seem pretty deep inside your mind. Penny for your thoughts?"

"Ahh, it'll cost more than a penny for all the thoughts in my head. But I did have a weird dream that's been bugging me."

Reagan doesn't look up from the pan she's cooking in as she answers. "Oooh. Was I in it?"

Amy feels her face heating up before she can even respond. "N-no."

"Blondie. We've already established that you're a horrible liar." Amy can practically hear the smirk that Reagan's wearing.

"Okay. You were in it. So, what's for lunch?"

Reagan breathes out a chuckle, flipping up whatever's in the pan before turning the burner off. God. She even makes chuckling sexy. "Anyone ever tell you about your nonexistent subject-changing skills, Blondie?" She turns to face Amy, still blocking her view of the food.

Amy stares straight into Reagan's eyes. No matter how shy or bashful Amy is, she's always up for a challenge. And, right now? She smells a challenge. "Yeah. You were definitely in my dream." The blonde stands up from her seat at the counter. She heads towards the stove, eyes never leaving Reagan's.

Reagan bites her lip. She hasn't known Blondie long, but she sure as hell has never seen this side of her. "Oh yeah?"

The blonde nods as she reaches Reagan. Personal space is now a forgotten memory. She places her hands on the brunette's hips. "My hands were right here. And your lips? They were on my neck like this." Amy moves to kiss Reagan's neck. Reagan, not expecting Amy's sudden boldness, lets out a sound akin to the mixture of a moan and a yelp. Her hands immediately fly up to cup the blonde's face and bring their lips together.

With Reagan...distracted, Amy reaches behind her and grabs the pan of mystery food. Goal accomplished, Amy breaks the kiss and makes a mad dash for the living room.

"AMY!"

...

"Duke...stop. You're distracting me.."

Duke continues with his minstrations. "You're not doing anything important anyways. Besides, it's your fault for using my lap as a seat."

Shane leans further into Duke's chest, against his better judgement. "Nngh, okay. Fine. But only one or two rounds. And for your information, checking the polls for the student election is very important."

Duke puts on a pouty face. You'd think that it'd look very unusual on a professional fighter, but Duke makes it work somehow. "More important than me?"

Shane's eyes roll to the back of his head as Duke continues with his shoulder massage. He snaps his self out of the trance Duke put him in and jumps up. "No, not now. I really have to focus on this election."

Duke's pout intensifies as Shane throws him his shirt. "You're kicking me out?"

"At least until after Lauren's party. I have some business over there that I have to take care of."

Duke drops his pout and gives Shane a hard look. "You're not going to sabotage that girl's party." Shane avoids Duke's gaze as he stands up, putting his shirt on. "You just can't. It's evil."

"Don't worry. I won't do anything bad," Shane says as he starts to walk his boytoy to the door. "If anything, I'm gonna help her a bit." Shane opens the door to a very distressed Karma. Her mood is unreadable but it's clear that she's not happy.

"Do you know where Amy is?"

...

"Ahhhh!" Amy squeals as she runs through the apartment, pan in hand. She hasn't had a chance to peek inside, too busy evading Reagan, but it sure does smell good.

"Amy! Get your ass back here." Although it's meant to come out as menacing and angry, Reagan can't help but giggle as she chases after the devious girl. She's not that far behind and she knows her apartment like the back of her hand. There's no way Amy's getting away from her. Until... she's gone?

Reagan looks around confusedly. She was just in front of me. Where'd she go? She takes a couple steps, ears trained for the slightest of noises. She stops by the closet and almost facepalms. Of course she's in the closet. So cliche. "Oh, I wonder where my dear Amy could be. Maybe she's in the bedroom. I really hope she's in my bed. There's so many things I'd like to do to her there." She hears a thump come from the closet and that's when her assumption is proven right. Gotcha. Reagan opens the door with a smirk on her face as she looks down at Amy who is rubbing her throbbing head. She snatches the pan out of her hands. "Aww, poor baby. Did you hit your head?"

Amy gives Reagan a resentful glare. "You're cruel."

Reagan laughs as she answers. "Payback's a bitch. Now, get out of that closet. It's lunch time."