Jack and Reagan hung out a lot over the past two weeks. Well, if you could call Reagan bursting into tears every 5 minutes 'hanging out'. Jack had taken Reagan's key to let herself in everyday because Reagan didn't have it in her to open the door, the only thing she had energy for was laying on her settee with a blanket over her head. Turns out Jack was a great friend, she didn't get annoyed at Reagan's emotional state, she made sure to bring the newspaper around every day and she made sure that there was a steady supply of tea and cigarettes (if Reagan wanted them).

Reagan hadn't been eating much though and it showed, in addition to the newspaper and cigarettes Jack would bring fast food every time she came around to try and persuade Reagan to eat and it wasn't really working. Reagan would only have a few fries and a bite of burger but it was better than nothing.

Today was different though. Today when Jack put the key in the lock Reagan was on the other side to open the door, her previously tangled loose hair was now wrapped into a bun on top of her head, her previously red puffy face was now all one colour and had been given a good scrub, her previously dead eyes had a little hint of something behind them and when Jack gave Reagan the bag of fast food Reagan ate everything and even finished her milkshake. Jack was surprised to say the least.

"Did you and Amy make up? What's happening right now?" Jack asked crossing her arms, leaning back into the settee.

"Nope. Haven't spoke in two weeks. But I have been through worse and I couldn't get out of the hole for months, I don't want that again. Plus you always make an effort to bring me food so I should make an effort to show my appreciation and I'm hungry, so you know." Reagan shrugged shooting Jack a weak smile.

"You have your appetite back? Progress. Congrats." Jack grinned handing Reagan an unlit cigarette.

Reagan shook her head. "No thanks, I'll take the newspaper though," she replied standing up and walking over to the kitchen to grab a pen. When she returned Reagan opened the paper and flipped it several pages until she found the section she was looking for.

"You're moving?" Jack asked leaning over to get a better look at Reagan was doing.

"I think so. I mean…this place is great and it is a steal but it's not…me. You know? The only place in this house that feels like home is my bedroom. I want the entire house to be mine, not just one small section." Reagan explained clicking the pen constantly throughout her speech.

"So just buy some paint or something," Jack shrugged lighting her cigarette and snatching the paper from Reagan. "What are you even looking for anyway?"

Okay, so Reagan hadn't gotten this far. She just knew she needed to move and soon before she started pulling her hair out.

"I think one bed is fine, a small living area, no communal bathroom, the bathroom needs to have a bath. That sounds okay right?"

Jack shook her head and looked at Reagan in pity. "You need a two bed, you need a bedroom free for sleepovers," Jack pointed her thumb at herself, indicating that it would be herself that would be staying over. "Or if you wanna be more practical you can use the spare room to store all your equipment and have some mixing sessions."

Reagan gave a small nod of agreement.

"You also need a place with a shower. Who bathes everyday? That is super time consuming and the shower will get the job done quicker. Also you still need to be in Austin right? So with that in mind…." Jack pored over the next few pages, then held her hand out for Reagan's pen, "I recommend this, anddddd this." Jack handed Reagan back the paper with two circled properties.

"This is good. You are good. Should I make the call today?" Reagan asked giving the properties the once over.

"Now is as good a time as any," Jack said watching a genuine smile appear on Reagan's face for the first time in two weeks.

It had been two weeks and three days since Amy had last seen Reagan - not that she was counting or anything. And still no sign of her, both visually and physically. Amy had been ringing Reagan's phone everyday since the day the broke up (?) but she couldn't get through. Still blocked and Amy would be lying if she said that it didn't fucking hurt. It hurt that Reagan had gone out of her way to remove their main form of communication, it hurt that she hadn't caved and called Amy to forgive her and then show her how much she missed her by fucking her brains out but what hurt the most was that Amy couldn't take the damn necklace off. It crept up on her in the most invasive ways, when she would forget about it she would all of a sudden feel the coolness of the trinket on her chest, or sometimes it would get tangled in her hair just to remind her not to forget about Reagan. She just didn't have it in her to take it off and she didn't want to either. Amy slept in the clothes Reagan had given to her, the scent was fading and that made Amy feel worse each passing night. Reagan's scent was the only thing that would soothe her to sleep and now even that was fading away.

School seemed to drag on for hours longer than necessary. Amy made calculated efforts to avoid Karma and their group of friends they would usually hang out with. The look that Karma would give her after an argument - a look that would usually make her melt on the spot now infuriated her. All of Amy's classes were background noise to her until she could get home and wet her pillow again.

Farrah had been respectful, didn't pry too much but comforted Amy when she needed it most: a back rub, playing with her hair, listening to her vent about Reagan and how much she missed her. Comforting her daughter while she cried about a girl wasn't the way Farrah imagined her life would go, but she actually didn't hate it - at all.

Amy didn't want to seem desperate, but she was kind of desperate. If Reagan wasn't going to speak to her then she was going to speak to Reagan. Someone had to break the silence and Amy decided she was going to be the one to do it.

"Lauren! I'm borrowing your car!" Amy yelled up the stairs, not bothering to wait for a response before grabbing Lauren's keys and leaving the house.

"Two weeks, two damn weeks! How can she think it's okay to do this? Two weeks? Okay, one week I can understand but this is bullshit." Amy spoke to herself the entire journey to Reagan's.

Reagan had called the estate agents three days ago and she had decided on her new place. The choice was easy, one of the places she looked at was perfect until they looked in the bathroom which had mould covering every single wall. The estate agent had tried to convince her that painting over the mould would 'clear the problem right up'; Jack warned her that she would die of pneumonia if she even considered moving into that place.

"It's funny how almost all of these boxes are filled with records and your clothes only fill up like two boxes." Jack laughed trying to seal another moving box bulging with records.

"What can I say? It's for the love of the game" Reagan brushed off her shoulder dramatically before waltzing over to Jack helping to seal the box shut and motioning for Jack to mark the box with the permanent marker.

"I'm not exactly sure what that means," Jack laughed swiping the marker across Reagan's cheek playfully.

"Hey!" Reagan squeaked chasing Jack around the room trying to wrestle the marker from her hand.

When Amy pulled up she recognised a car she hadn't seen there before, it wasn't like she knew every car on the street but there was just something about the navy Land Rover that was parked directly behind Reagan's truck that made it seem out of place.

Amy cautiously made her way to the front door constructing and deconstructing the speech that was definitely going to win Reagan over. Amy raised her fist to knock Reagan's door when she heard it, the giggling, two sets of giggles. Instantly Amy was livid. She had been crying her body weight in tears and Reagan was here living it up with some other girl? Amy's cautious attitude was now restless and hostile, she pounded the door with her fist and waited. When there was no response she pounded again. The giggling got louder and it was clear it was approaching the door. Amy raised her fist to pound the door again stopped in her tracks when the door swung open.

Amy wanted to cry. The person who opened the door was not Reagan, she had kind of hoped that the giggling was just the television and everything was going to be fine.

"Oh. Hi." Jack laughed trying to compose herself.

Amy's heart sunk. Jack was dark and lovely. Tall with legs that seemed endless in her denim hot pants, her toned stomach shown off with a crop top, she had a deep set of dimples which were revealed with her wide smile, thick rimmed glasses and an unruly afro framed her face.

"I'm -," she extended her hand toward Amy.

Amy wasn't listening, she had locked eyes with Reagan hovering in the kitchen, when Reagan broke eye contact with her Amy saw red. Amy shoved Jack out of the way and made a beeline for Reagan.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Amy hissed as she go closer to Reagan. "Are you kidding me right now!?

"Amy calm down," Reagan spoke calmly.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? I have been a damn wreck for two weeks Reagan. For two weeks you don't call me, don't text me, you block my number and you want me to calm down!?"

"I told you I would speak to you when I wasn't so mad," Reagan continued.

"Are you sure about that? Because you didn't sound mad a minute ago. Sounds like you are having a shit ton of fun actually." Amy flared her nostrils and clenched her jaw. "Maybe you didn't call me because you're too fucking busy with your new girlfriend!" Amy spat getting in Reagan's face. Reagan took a step backwards unnerved by Amy's new demeanour, but she didn't break eye contact, she wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"Hi, I'm Jack" Jack piped up behind Amy.

Amy spun around. "Oh, so you're the one who wanted that coffee date with my girlfriend?"

"As friends yeah," Jack corrected.

Amy crossed her arms angrily. "Oh yeah, of course you did," Amy rolled her eyes. "Hitting on a girl that has a girlfriend and then getting her to go with you for coffee under the guise of 'friendship'? Do you know how pathetic that is?"

"Hey blondie. Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm straight, I just wanted to make a friend, so why don't you direct your energy toward Reagan instead of making excuses as to why this whole thing is my fault when it clearly isn't." Jack advised.

Embarrassed wasn't the word for what Amy was thinking right now. She looked like a fool once again and this time she had bought it completely on herself.

"I'm so sorry I -"

"Wait. You're straight!?" Reagan asked stepping around Amy toward Jack.

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend." Jack stated matter-of-factly.

"I didn't know that!?" Reagan gasped.

"I didn't think that bringing him up was a good idea. You were so sad and could barely eat for two weeks and you spent most of the time curled up under your blanket. I didn't want to rub it in your face," Jack smiled apologetically.

Amy shifted uncomfortably.

"Huh. You learn something new everyday," Reagan smiled genuinely at Jack.

"Hey don't you think I would have hit on you by now if I was into girls? You're not exactly bad looking." Jack laughed.

"My gaydar must be broken." Reagan joked hitting her head playfully.

"Listen, if you wanted to make out I obviously wouldn't say no," Jack teased.

"Shut up," Reagan said with an affectionate shove.

"You're not into girls?" Amy croaked.

Reagan and Jack both jumped slightly, forgetting Amy was even in the room.

"I'm not. Sorry to take the wind out of your sails blondie. Reagan, this is getting awkward so I'm gonna finish off those boxes upstairs. Shout for me if you need me. Okay bye."

Amy watched Jack practically scramble up the stairs.

"Reagan I-"

"No. It's so nice that you think so highly of me. That you would think that I would just jump straight into bed with some other girl. Real nice Amy." Reagan huffed taking some tape to a box that was sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Reagan, I'm sorry." Amy said hurriedly.

"No Amy. I have spent two weeks not eating, not sleeping, not being able to work, barely being able to lift my head. So sorry for laughing once in two weeks, sorry for needing a friend." Reagan busied herself stacking boxes and marking them with markers, anything so she didn't need to look at Amy.

"Okay, I was out of line but please just look at me okay." Amy pleaded.

Reagan looked at Amy reluctantly. It was then Amy saw the state Reagan was in. Her jaw was tense, her once glowing skin was now dull and paler than usual, her eyes lacked the twinkle they usually had, her hair was tied up into a greasy bun and she had clearly been living in basketball shorts and giant t-shirts. But despite all of it Amy still thought Reagan was the most beautiful girl she had laid eyes on.

"Yes I look like shit, I know." Reagan sighed when she felt Amy's gaze lingering too long.

"No you don't. You will never look bad to me." Amy comforted. "Can we talk?" she added quietly.

"Not right now," Reagan pointed at the stack of boxes she had started busying herself with again, "I'm a little busy right now."

"What - what are you doing?" Amy asked realising that the entire downstairs was practically empty.

"Moving." Reagan said matter-of-factly.

"Wait what? Where are are you going!?" Amy panicked.

"To some place smaller. Some place more…me."

"But where? Outside of Texas? Why are you running away? Why are you running away from us?" Amy fumed.

Reagan gave Amy a dirty look. "Don't flatter yourself Amy. This house isn't for me, my bedroom is the only place that feels like 'mine' and you know that. That's why I'm moving. Not because I'm 'running away'."

There were a few moments of awkward silence before Reagan cracked.

"You faked being a lesbian!? What the hell Amy!? Do you even like me at all, or was it just some elaborate plan to make Karma jealous. I just feel so fucking stupid." Reagan whispered with her head low and a voice that sounded just so broken.

"Yes, I faked being a lesbian. We both did - me and Karma I mean. Some guy called Shane mistook us for lesbians and Karma was into this guy -"

"Liam?"

"Yes, him. She wanted his attention and she decided this was the way to do it. It's dumb I know, but she was my best friend I wanted to help her."

Reagan shook her head, "That's so fucked up."

"I know. But you're not stupid Reagan, don't say that." Amy sighed.

When Reagan lifted her head she realised how close Amy was, their noses actually bumped together and Reagan tried to take a step back even though there was no more space.

"Stop trying to run away Reagan," Amy pleaded stepping even closer, "I love you."

"Amy -"

"No Reagan. I don't care that you're mad at me right now and I don't care if you don't think I mean it. I love you, I love you, I love you."

With every word that Amy spoke she pressed her body deeper into Reagan, her shaky hands hesitantly hovering over Reagan's waist for a moment before landing.

Amy smiled sadly, "I miss you."

Reagan took a breath and looked up at Amy, large eyes filled with sadness, mouth pouty as ever.

"I'll wait. For as long as you need to trust me or to stop being mad at me, I'll wait." Amy reassured.

"You're actually not doing a good job at that," Reagan teased half-heartedly.

"I know," Amy whispered moving her hands up to cup Reagan's face. Amy missed those cheeks.

Reagan's throat visibly bobbed as she swallowed but she made no effort to get out of Amy's grip. They just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Amy decided to just go for it. She stroked Reagan's cheeks with her thumbs before leaning in and softly pressing her lips against Reagan's. Amy probably lingered a few seconds longer than she should have but she didn't care. When she pulled away Reagan's eyes were still closed and she had a peaceful look on her face before her eyes fluttered open.

"You shouldn't have done that," Reagan uttered huskily.

"I know," Amy agreed but refused to let her hands leave Reagan's waist.

A few awkward seconds passed before they heard Jack stomping down the stairs, boxes stacked to about her head in her arms.

"What's with the marker on your face?" Amy asked rubbing at it a little.

"Did you two kiss and make up?" Jack shouted placing the boxes on the ground.

"Err I should go and help," Reagan muttered waiting for Amy to step back and give her space. Amy did so excruciatingly slowly.

"Where is she moving to?" Amy asked Jack when Reagan had disappeared upstairs.

Jack thought the question over a moment before answering. "I don't think I should tell you that."

Amy's face dropped and her eyes instantly filled with tears.

"It's still in Austin, if that's what you're worried about," Jack quickly reassured when she noticed Amy getting upset.

"Thank you," Amy whispered tearfully. "I should go though. Could you tell Reagan I meant what I said about waiting. She'll know what I mean."

Jack nodded apologetically watching Amy leave before running up the stairs two at a time to reach Reagan.

"I know you're hiding dude," Jack accused before pushing the bedroom door open.

Reagan was leaning near the window watching Amy leave, she had the same teary eyes as Amy did.

"I'm not hiding actually," Reagan answered wiping her tears away.

"If you say so," Jack shrugged walking over to the window.

"There's a fucking Land Rover parked right behind my truck. Don't people know It's rude to park so close behind someone?" Reagan moaned.

"Actually….that's mine." Jack laughed.

"Are you joking!? Where did you get the money for that?" Reagan gasped leaning forward to get a better look out the window.

"My dads guilt gift. You can test drive it later if you want?" Jack smiled waving the keys in Reagan's face.

"I'd like that," Reagan said before picking up a roll of tape to finish the job at hand.

So this is what having friends feels like Jack thought happily. You see them through the worst and hopefully watch them come out the other side.

"Oh yeah. Amy told me to tell you that she meant what she said earlier." Reagan raised a questioning eyebrow at Jack. "About waiting." Jack clarified.

"Actually. I don't think she does," Reagan replied.

And strangely she was kind of okay with that.