A/N: Sorry this took so long. I am working nights now so I am permanently tired which means I won't be updating as often as before. And please stop commenting with things like 'Update soon', please leave feedback that actually lets me know you read the story and makes me excited to update. Also listen to Vespertine. Listen to all of Björk's albums. Thank you.

Karma hovered awkwardly beside Amy as Amy fiddled with something in her locker. Karma watched as Amy took a deep sniff of a green jacket before putting it on and removed an array of cameras from her locker.

"You haven't used those in….forever." Karma pointed out curiously and Karma was right. Amy had gotten into photography a couple of years ago, getting a hold of a polaroid, disposable and film camera. But just as soon as her obsession had started it had come to a screeching halt.

"I know," Amy replied shoving a box of polaroid paper into her rucksack. Karma watched as Amy expertly loaded a roll of film into her Canon AE-1, "but I'm feeling very inspired these days."

"Reagan?"

"Yeah."

"So you two are….?"

"Yes Karma. We are back together, no thanks to you and your silly little stunt."

"Amy-"

"You know I probably would have been just fine not speaking to you but Reagan convinced me to give you a another chance. Do you know why?"

Karma was silent.

Amy leaned into Karma. "Because she is a really good person." Amy whispered slamming her locker closed.

Karma was just about to answer when the bell cut her off.

"Gotta go." Amy plastered a fake smile onto her face before heading off toward class.

'Talk to Karma!' was the response Amy got when she tried to engage Reagan in conversation via text.

It was lunchtime and she was bored.

Amy eyed Karma from across the canteen and Karma immediately looked down at her phone as if she had been doing that the entire time and not boring holes into Amy from across the room.

Karma yelped when Amy dropped her tray down to get her attention before taking a seat across from her.

"I know you're not using your phone." Amy said while carefully squeezing a ketchup packet across her fries. "The screen isn't even on."

Karma dropped her head looking completely embarrassed.

"If you're not eating why are you in the canteen?" Amy asked realising Karma didn't have any food.

"Oh. I'm just waiting for -"

"Hey babe." Liam cooed placing a kiss on Karma's cheek.

Amy dropped her eyes to her tray of food, anything to avoid looking at the shit eating grin on Liam's face. He settled down beside Karma and looped an arm around her shoulder possessively. Amy rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her food.

"So Karms what are you doing?" Liam asked squeezing Karma against him.

"Nothing." Karma answered curtly.

"Wanna come hang out in the art studio?" Liam smiled maniacally glancing at Amy.

"Actually we were just talking….so." Amy gestured between herself and Karma.

"Oh I see." Liam nodded with a knowing look on his face.

"Yeah, so if you could…you know. Leave."

"You would love that wouldn't you?" Liam spat.

"Excuse me?" Amy laughed humourlessly.

"You would love that wouldn't you. To keep Karma to yourself, to keep her away from me." Liam rambled on. "You just can't help yourself can you?"

"Um..what are you going on about Liam?" Amy sighed annoyed.

Karma dropped her head further like a dog being scolded.

"Karma has been spending all her time with you. Whenever I want to take her on a date or hang out with her you interfere. You always need her for something at the most inconvenient times." Liam continued.

"Okay Liam. I don't know what Karma has told you but I have no idea what you're talking about. Me and Karma haven't spoken in over almost a month since she told my girlfriend that you and me slept together!" Amy hissed making sure not to bring any attention to the table.

Liam did a double take. "Wait. You have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, for almost three months now." Actually it was more like two months but Amy didn't count the time they had temporarily broken up "And what the hell is he talking about Karma? Why are you using me as a scape goat?"

"Yes why are you? If you don't want to be with me why don't you just say so instead of giving me the runaround!?" Liam seethed before getting up from the table and leaving both girls behind.

"Nice going Amy." Karma clapped sarcastically.

"You did this Karma. Not me. But it doesn't feel good does it?" Amy shouted after Karma as she got up and ran after Liam. Amy pulled out her phone:

'My chat with Karma went well. Not.'

'Give it one more shot and if that doesn't work at least you tried. Proud of you x'

The bell rang signalling the end of P.E and Karma had managed to evade her for the entire lesson.

"Why were you telling Liam you were with me when you weren't?" Amy demanded eventually cornering Karma in the changing rooms.

Karma ignored Amy while she removed her trainers and sat on the bench.

Amy waved her hand in Karma's face. "Hello?"

Karma continued to ignore Amy while getting dressed in front of her. Normally Amy wouldn't be able to peel her eyes away from Karma, making sure to steal quick glances at her best friend in her underwear. But this wasn't normally and Amy had someone else to keep her eye on these days, in fact Karma doing this just felt like some childish distraction.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked annoyance clear in her voice.

"What?" Karma asked naively taking her time to put on her clothes.

Amy squinted suspiciously, not sure whether Karma knew what she was doing or if she was just being dumb. Amy changed in lightening speed not wanting Karma to get away. Unsurprisingly Karma was keeping up her act and had barely gotten her skirt on in the time it took Amy to get changed.

"Your diversion isn't working Karma. Answer the question. Why are you using me as a scapegoat for Liam? I don't get it. If you don't want to date him just break up with him?" Amy tried.

"Diversion? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Nice try Karma." Amy scoffed. "Taking excruciatingly long to change? You're putting on some sort of weird show."

Karma smirked. "You're seeing what you want to see Amy."

"Actually no I'm not because I have no intention of seeing," Amy waved her hand up and down the length of Karma's body. "this anymore."

Amy could have sworn that she saw a flash of hurt in Karma's eyes but just as suddenly it was gone and suddenly Karma was pulling on her clothes at a much quicker pace. The truth was Karma was feeling 'something' she didn't know what it was and she was having a hard time figuring out what exactly what was going on. She thought that pulling that little stunt would give her a little insight but it didn't do much for her and absolutely nothing for Amy. Back to the drawing board.

"Look, Liam can be a little clingy. So I needed an excuse to get out of some stuff. That's all." Karma said gathering her things.

"Okay, well make sure you tell Liam that I had nothing to do with this. Alright?" Amy sighed retreating from the changing room satisfied that she had done her best:

'I nailed it this time!'

'Congrats babe. I miss you x'

'Miss you too'

By the end of the day Amy had received a mumbled apology from Liam and a half hearted apology from Karma for dragging her through the mud. Amy was chalking this day up as a win.

"Who is that?" Karma asked looking at what she perceived to be large obnoxious car and the person inside it beckoning toward Amy.

"That is my ride." Amy said jogging toward Jack. "Later."

"Bye then?" A confused Karma called to Amy.

"Here you go." Jack said handing Amy a smoothie.

"What is it?" Amy asked cautiously while swilling the liquid around in the cup to distinguish it's contents.

"Try it." Jack said pulling out of the car park.

Amy sipped from the straw and immediately perked up.

"Pineapple and coconut." Amy hummed content.

"You're welcome," Jack smiled.

A few minutes passed before Amy decided to break the silence.

"So, tell me a little about yourself?" Amy cringed.

Jack raised an eyebrow at Amy. "Seriously?" she laughed. "That was a lame approach, feels like we are on a bad date."

"Sorry." Amy mumbled dropping her head embarrassed.

"No, it's okay. I'll bite. My names for Jack, but you know that. Short for Jacqueline, you probably didn't know that. Reagan constantly calls me by my full name but only when I call her Ronald. You know, as in Ronald Reagan. But sometimes I call her Raven because of her black hair. Well anyway…"

Amy tried to hide a smile as she listened to Jack ramble, she had never really been able to get two words out of Jack before. But it seems that the wait was over.

"Where did you grow up?" Amy interjected trying to keep Jack on topic.

"Pasadena."

"How did you end up here? In Texas from California?" Amy nudged.

"Too many bad memories in Cali, so I moved here. To make new memories." Jack smiled sadly.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty one."

"And you have a Land Rover?" Amy scoffed.

"My dad gives me a lot of guilt money…..and guilt gifts. He's a banker. Likes to tell himself that I would rather have money than a fucking dad."

"What about your Mom?" Amy asked knowing she was probably going too far.

"Died when I was young, that's probably why my dad works so much, because it's the only way he knows how to cope. I don't think he ever recovered from it." Jack answered her voice shaky.

Amy could sense that Jack was getting worked up and gave Jack's arm a sympathetic rub.

"We don't have to talk anymore if you don't want to." Amy added.

"Thank you." Jack sighed, seemingly less tense now. She handed Amy her wallet and encouraged her to open it. Inside it was two passport photos of a woman that looked the spitting image of Jack. Both women wore glasses, both women wore curly afros, both women had matching dimples, both women had a cleft chin and both women had shapely lips that hid a set of teeth that had a gap in the middle.

"Holy shit, she was so pretty," Amy breathed. "you guys are like identical twins, down to the teeth."

Jack flashed Amy a open mouthed smile to prove how true that statement was. Amy folded the wallet and handed it back to Jack.

Amy had so many other questions that she wanted to ask, but she thought it best to save them for another time and so the rest of the drive continued in a comfortable silence occasionally punctuated by the sound of Amy's slurping.

"Here."

Jack removed a key to Reagan's house from her keychain and handed it to Amy.

"Are you giving me the key to keep?" Amy asked confused.

"It's not mine to give you, I just can't be bothered to get out of the car to open the door for you." Jack laughed.

"Oh," Amy laughed opening the car door. "Goodbye then."

"Goodbye blondie." Jack said revving her engine, she waited for Amy to get inside safely before pulling out and heading out to do whatever it was Jack does.

"Reagan?" Amy called when she had gone upstairs and hadn't found Reagan in the bedroom.

Amy walked back downstairs and was greeted by a naked, obviously just showered Reagan holding a bowl of cereal.

"Hey." Amy smiled.

"Hello." Reagan said spooning some cereal into her mouth.

"Did you know I was going to be back right now? Is that why you're naked?" Amy asked eyeing Reagan's naked frame.

"Oh. No. I thought you would be here a little bit later hence the naked cereal getting." Reagan smiled her mouth filled with milk.

"Well I'm glad I came when I did." Amy smirked still eyeing Reagan. Her damp hair was combed back and clung to her back and shoulders. Beads of water were rolling down her stomach before slowing to a stop in her pubic hair. Sunlight from the kitchen window was pouring out into the hallway and illuminating strips of Reagan's body.

"Stay right there," Amy commanded as Reagan watched her rummage around in her bag.

Reagan watched Amy pull out a film camera as descended the rest of the stairs walking toward her with camera in hand.

"Wait, are you going to take a picture of me?" Reagan asked tilting her head.

"Yeah, is that okay?" Amy asked now suddenly nervous.

"Are you going to put my pictures on one of those revenge sites if we break up?" Reagan laughed picking up some cereal with her fingers and dropping it into her mouth.

"We aren't going to break up. So that's a dumb question." Amy said lifting the camera to her eye. Reagan didn't even notice, she was too busy finding the best pieces of cereal to pluck from the bowl of milk and then she heard the camera click a few times. Her head shot up as she gave Amy a chastising look.

"I wasn't ready!"

"You looked so beautiful though." Amy sighed watching her girlfriends face soften.

Amy swapped the film camera for the polaroid and stepped a few paces closer to Reagan before composing the photo. Reagan was looking right at the camera this time, the camera close up on her face and bare shoulders.

"You ready?" Amy asked this time.

Reagan nodded, her large doe eyes blinking once before Amy pressed the shutter button. Amy watched impatiently as the photo printed before holding the edge and shaking it.

"I'm keeping this." Amy declared looking lovingly at the photo.

"It looks like a head shot, I'll sign it for you." Reagan joked tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Can show me all your tattoos?" Amy asked eyeing the various amounts of ink Reagan had scrawled on her body. Amy had noticed the tattoos before but not enough to want to know about them, she could think of other things she'd rather know about but today she wanted to know about the tattoos.

"Sure." Reagan nodded draining her bowl of all the left over milk and putting it in the kitchen sink. "Have you finished taking pictures?"

Amy nodded putting the cameras back into her bag and pressing the polaroid picture between some pages of her science book before hanging it over the banister and allowing Reagan to walk in front of her on her way upstairs.

"This is the equality symbol." Reagan pointed to two thin lines on her ring finger. "Self explanatory." Reagan lifted her arm to show Amy a tattoo above her elbow. It was a simple outline of a crown. "Reagan means 'little ruler', so again self explanatory right?" Amy nodded and Reagan continued pointing to a tattoo on her inner arm just below the joint, "This says 'It's not up to you'. It's from one of my favourite songs from one of my favourite albums from one of my favourite singers. Björk. You've seen my t-shirt with her face right? I wore it on our third date. You've probably seen my posters as well." Amy nodded again, picking up on the glint in Reagan's eye and the excitement in her voice while talking about her favourite subject, music. Reagan turned her back to Amy and placed her hair over her shoulder revealing the tattoo running up her neck. It was an image of a swan about 5 inches wide and high. "This is the album cover it's called Vespertine, I'm going to play it to for you some day. Okay, let me finish showing you these." Reagan pointed to a tattoo wrapping around her thigh in thin scrawling writing. "This says 'Cocoon'….from the same album. You're seeing a pattern right?" Reagan smiled when Amy laughed a little. "Okay, last one." Reagan pointed to her hip. "You're trying too hard, Surrender. Same thing again. So as you can tell I have a major crush on this woman and her music." Reagan sighed wistfully walking to her drawer for a t shirt and some shorts.

"Can you tell me about the first time you were in love?" Amy asked tentatively.

Reagan scowled and sat next to Amy on the bed. "Are you okay babe? What's with the questions?"

"I just - I don't know. I just want to know everything about you. You don't have to answer if you don't want to though." Amy said hurriedly.

"Lay back." Reagan said pushing on Amy slightly so she fell back wards. Reagan lay on her back beside Amy and laced their fingers together.

"I was 15. Her name was Holly. Red head, ton of freckles. I was new at the school and one day she complimented my boots, from that moment on we were inseparable. She was boy crazy but she would always hold my hand I guess like best friends do but it sent sparks through me every single time." Reagan turned her head toward Amy. "That's when I realised I was gay, well not fully but I started thinking about it." Amy nudged Reagan to continue. "Then one day we were watching a film in her basement, some dumb rom com, I don't even remember it now, but she leaned over and kissed me. It was quick, but I felt like I was going to explode. We continued watching the film like nothing happened but from then on something changed. We would sneak off to make out, we never went any further than that though, kept convincing ourselves that we were just friends. It went on like that for a year. One year of stolen make outs." Reagan laughed, "I definitely wouldn't put up with that these days, but it was so new and exciting and…." Amy rubbed Reagan's hand with her thumb. "And then her parents caught us and that was the beginning of the end. They forbid us to see each other, pulled her from school. The day before they moved she was pounding on my door…hysterical. Saying that her parents were forcing her to move and she didn't want to go. And then she kissed me and kept kissing me until we were in my bedroom ripping off each others clothes having this desperate kind of sad sex, the kind where you know it will be the last time which was ironic because it was both of our first times. There were so many tears but so many laughs when we realised we were acknowledging we were more than friends and it was too late. We fell asleep and when I woke up she was gone. She left a note. I actually still have it. Never saw her again. But I think about her sometimes. Mainly around christmas because you know...holly. But I wonder did her parents marry her off to some guy? Is she happy? Is she living as herself or living a lie for her parents? Is she even gay? Maybe she is straight but I was an exception to the rule? She taught me so much about myself I think a part of me will always love her. You know?"

Amy nodded saying nothing. Her eyes trained on the ceiling. "That's so sad," she croaked eventually.

"I know, but it's okay. We weren't fated to be together." Reagan reassured.

"Do you believe in fate?"

"I don't know. But it makes me feel better to think it might exist." Reagan sighed.

"You know this kind of thing is exactly what Facebook is for," Amy pointed out.

"I know. But I don't want to become this weird obsessive maybe ex girlfriend you know. If she wants to find me then she will. I truly believe in the theory that if someone wants to be in you life they will find you. Anyway, it's your turn now." Reagan said suddenly self conscious that she had said too much.

"What?"

"Tell me about the first time you fell in love. Karma is your first love right?" Reagan squeezed Amy's hand encouragingly.

Amy swallowed. "Yes. Okay….so I think I was eight and I fell over and scraped my knee. Karma is very smart, still is and she rushed to get the first aid kit. She disinfected my knee, applied a plaster and then bent down to kiss my knee. It's dumb. But I think that was the first time I felt something close to love for Karma. To have someone who wasn't my mom who was protecting me and didn't want me hurting, you know? When Shane mistook us for lesbians and I kissed her to seal our 'relationship' everything over the years of our friendship came flooding to me. I guess it was all gradual leading to a grand finale." Amy rolled over so that she was straddling Reagan. "But with you…." Amy laughed in disbelief. "It was almost instant. I thought that maybe I was forcing it because Karma didn't feel the same way as me." Reagan sat up so that Amy was sitting in her lap. "But it's become so obvious that it has nothing to do with Karma. It's you. All of it. And I'm so lucky." Amy whispered removing her jacket and pulling Reagan's t-shirt over her head.

"Is that my jacket?" Reagan asked giving it the once over.

"Yeah, you never asked for it back after our third date. You can have it back if you want." Amy said laying it gently on the ground beside the bed.

"Keep it." Reagan mumbled pushing Amy back into the bed with a force that made her intentions clear. Amy pulled Reagan on top of her and then rolled over until she was on top, hovering over Reagan her eyes shining with something that looked like lust, love and desire all wrapped into one.

"Hang on," Reagan said rolling out from underneath Amy.

Amy pouted as she watched Reagan walk to the other side of her room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to play that album for you." Reagan said fiddling with her iPod.

"Now?" Amy asked, a confused look on her face.

"The great thing about this album is that we can fuck each others brains out while it plays and it will still be romantic." Reagan explained crawling back onto the bed.

Amy snarled and slammed Reagan into the bed hand around her neck as dulcet vocals filled the speakers in the room.

"Good."