Chapter 2

Part I

Amy woke up first the next morning after a restless night. Every time she fell asleep, she would dream about Karma, accompanied by the new feeling she was introduced to last night. Around 9 AM she gave up trying to fall back asleep. She carefully untangled herself from Karma and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge, clutching her pounding head.

It must have woken Karma up, because Amy heard a soft voice from behind her asking for a bottle of water too. She brought it over to the bed and handed it to a very tired looking Karma.

"Fuck, my head hurts," Karma complained. "Why were we sleeping in the same bed?"

Amy didn't know how to answer that because she didn't understand it herself. "I don't know, we were drunk. It seemed like a good idea."

Karma racked her brain trying to remember what happened last night before it all came barreling back at 100 miles per hour. Her eyes widened, "Did we…?"

"Did we what?" Amy asked, disappointed that Karma was having trouble remembering something that was keeping Amy up all night.

"Did we have sex?" She whispered out the last part.

"No! Karma, no," Amy laughed. "We just.. made out for a little bit."

"Oh," Karma half smiled, looking relieved before clenching her teeth. "It was my idea, right?"

"You didn't really give me much of a choice. You kind of cornered me," Amy smiled.

"Oh god," Karma said burying her face in Amy's pillow before letting out a groan. "I'm sorry. That's really embarrassing."

"I've seen you do more embarrassing things than that over the 13 years we've known each other," Amy smirked.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Maybe."

"Well, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"You're not freaked out?"

"No. Are you?"

"Of course not. I just don't want this to mess with our friendship."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Karma, we just kissed. It doesn't have to mean anything."

Karma clenched at the covers in her hands and looked at the wall. "Okay. I just thought, you know, I don't know. I don't want to lead you on or anything. I just don't know if I could date a girl."

"Karma, what are you talking about? Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I like girls."

"Well you don't have to be so rude about it."

"You're the one being weird! Weren't we just at a lesbian club last night because you wanted to date a girl? What is going on?!"

"Nothing, Amy! Can we just pretend it never happened? It was stupid and I'm sorry."

Amy felt like crying. She couldn't believe after all of that, Karma just wanted to forget it. It wasn't that Amy wanted to date her, she wasn't even sure she had feelings for her yet, but she felt something, and she didn't want to just brush it off like it was nothing. This is so typical of Karma, Amy thought. Karma was adamant on stirring up feelings she was sure Amy had repressed, but as soon as the feelings surfaced, she retreated.

"Whatever, Karma," Amy said with a bit more malice in her voice than she meant for.

"You're upset."

"I'm not fucking upset! I'm irritated. I'm allowed to be fucking irritated. I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay? If you don't want to pretend it happened then fine, we'll pretend it didn't fucking happen. Whatever. I don't fucking care," Amy yelled, getting dressed. She noticed Karma was starting to tear up, and she immediately felt awful. But she wouldn't let her know that. "I'm going to get some breakfast and I need some space," she said, walking out the door. Karma sat up on the bed, curling her knees to her chest and wiping away the tears from her face. Why do I always fuck everything up?

Part II:

Amy went through her normal day of classes trying to forget about what happened. If Karma didn't feel anything from the kiss, then she didn't want to either. It was probably a fluke, she thought. We were both drunk. But she couldn't shake the feeling of how badly she wanted to kiss her again. It was driving her crazy how badly she wanted her. She couldn't focus on anything else. She just wanted to scream.

She walked to the park after her last class to clear her mind. Mostly, she didn't want to go back to the dorm and face Karma. Unfortunately for her, Karma had the same idea. "Shit," Amy muttered under her breath as she saw the brunette coming her way.

"Look, Karma. I don't want to talk right now."

"Well I do."

"And it's always about what you want, right?"

"Stop it! Why are you so mad? Just talk to me."

"I just need some time to think, okay? Can you just give me some time to figure things out?"

Karma looked down at the ground and then back up at Amy. "So, this is because you felt something."

"Jesus Christ, Karma! Stop trying to figure me out!"

"I just want to help Amy. That's all I ever wanted to do. Just let me know what I can do. I'm sorry."

"Just give me space. Go back to the dorm. I'll meet you there later, I just need to think, okay?"

"Okay," Karma said defeated. "Sorry again." She brushed Amy's arm with her hand and Amy felt a spark of electricity shoot through her. I'm fucked, Amy thought.

Part III:

Amy spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about her next move. She figured these feelings must be a fluke, and everything was just more exciting because they were drunk. She needed to kiss Karma while she was sober to realize that she didn't really have feelings for her, and all of this would go away.

She returned to the dorm later that night, and Karma immediately stood up from her bed.

"Feeling better?" Karma asked.

"Remember how you said you'd do anything to help?" Amy said, walking towards Karma.

"Yeah, anything." Amy was closing the gap between them, standing closer to her than she needed to.

"I need you to let me kiss you. I just need to know last night was a fluke."

"Amy, that's not a good idea."

"You said you'd help me! Just trust me, okay? I need to do this." Karma stood speechless as Amy cupped her face in her hand, pulling her head closer. She closed the gap between their lips and kissed her gently. Karma grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, and electricity shot through her entire body. She knew she should stop, she knew her plan had failed, but she didn't want to stop, and Karma wasn't stopping her. She wanted more of her, and she wanted more of her now.

She walked Karma over to the bed, not breaking their kiss for even a second. Karma fell back and Amy landed on top of her, kissing her deeper. She rolled her hips downward to decrease the distance between them, and started kissing Karma's neck. Breathlessly, Karma said, "Amy, stop. We have to stop. Please."

Amy sat up, looking down at her best friend of 13 years who had obvious pain in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't do this Amy. I'm sorry. I told you it was a bad idea." She walked over to the mirror to fix her smudged makeup before turning around and facing a sad and confused Amy. "I, um. Fuck, Amy. I can't talk about this right now," she said, impossibly trying not to tear up. "I'm just going to go for a walk. Don't wait up for me, please. I'm sorry. Again."

She walked out the door and Amy sat on her bed wondering how her entire life had been turned upside down in less than a day.