A/N: THIS WILL BE MY LAST UPDATE FOR A FEW WEEKS, BECAUSE WORK IS GETTING CRAZY RIGHT NOW (WHICH IS WHY I RELEASED THIS SO SOON). SO PLEASE LEAVE YOUR FEEDBACK AND WHERE THIS STORY SHOULD HEAD NEXT ETC ETC. I READ ALL OF IT AND TRY TO IMPLEMENT IT WHEN I CAN. (THIS STORY HAS A SPOILER FOR PERSON OF INTEREST.)
Reagan woke up breathless due to the crushing weight on her chest, she panicked before she realised it was Amy. Amy's body felt heavy with grief, her eyes squeezed shut as if she didn't want to wake up, her breath even and no longer ragged as it was the night before. Reagan gently rolled Amy off of her and conducted a quick lap of her house, she rounded up a few stragglers and escorted them out of her house before looking going to find Jack. She eventually found her in the living room, Jack had apparently carried all the boxes of records downstairs to the living room and stacked them in the corner of the room, probably to keep them safe, she herself was sprawled on the settee her hair completely covering her face, glasses dangling loosely from her fingertips. It took Reagan a few seconds to recognise there was a figure laying behind Jack, actually it was less laying and more spooning. It took Reagan a few more seconds to recognise it was a girl. A girl with shaved blonde hair, her large lips highlighted with a bold lipstick, her eyeliner was immaculate, her skin a milky complexion which complimented Jack's dark skin perfectly.
Reagan crouched down in front of Jack, squeezed her cheeks together and shook her head gently.
"Hey Jacqueline. You there?"
"Hmm?"
"I have to go to work, can you sort Amy out? Well, after you're done being spooned by a hot girl of course." Reagan laughed.
"Sure Raven." Jack mumbled.
Reagan slapped her playfully and Jack's mouth turned up into a small smile. Reagan leaned back on her heels, stood up and made her way back upstairs.
Tentatively Reagan pushed open the door to her bedroom and walked carefully over to her wardrobe grabbing the necessary clothing and leaving to go to the bathroom. The scolding water massaged her skin harshly, washing away her thoughts temporarily and making everything feel better - at least for a little while. When Reagan turned off the shower the soothing noise was replaced with silence, Reagan quickly got dressed and was alone with her thoughts once again.
Amy opened her eyes and blinked furiously against the sunlight pouring into the bedroom, she didn't have her eyes open for long before she heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. Amy quickly closed her eyes when she heard the bedroom door being pushed open.
Amy heard the footsteps getting louder and then she felt the bed drop. Reagan's shaky hands reached over and brushed some hair away from Amy's face, eventually resting her hand on Amy's cheek. Amy sighed silently, both saddened and elated at the contact Reagan was giving to her, even if it was only because Reagan assumed she was asleep.
"I know you hate me." Reagan whispered. "I hate me, but I'm just trying to do the right thing. I know it doesn't feel like it, it feels like torture. 'Yeah, it does' Amy agreed. But I have to surrender and just let things be." 'You really don't' Amy disagreed. Reagan sighed. "I know this probably doesn't make any sense, so I'm going to stop talking now." 'It makes sense, I just wished it didn't' Amy swallowed. Reagan leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to Amy's forehead. "You probably don't believe me but…I love you." Amy felt the bed pop back up, a jingling of keys and then Reagan was gone.
Amy opened her eyes, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. "I believe you," she whispered to Reagan who was long gone.
"Okay now remove your photograph from the wetting agent." Mrs Canon instructed.
Amy watched as the water rippled over the photograph of Reagan, it was mesmerising. Reagan was staring at Amy with her fingers in her mouth having just used them to pluck several pieces of cereal from the milk they were swimming in. Milk was running down between her breasts, her wet hair slicked backwards and plastered to her shoulders.
Mrs Canon leaned over Amy to see why she was hesitating. "Oh."
Amy continued to stare at the photo in silence.
"This is why you wanted to do this in private." Mrs Canon continued after composing herself. "Bad memories?"
Amy nodded silently, never taking her eyes off the photo.
"You know you can't hand this in as part of your assignment, right. It did say no nudity?" Mrs Canon reminded Amy.
Amy pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders.
"Okay….well. Come back in about four hours and I will have these developed and ready for you. Is that okay?"
"Thank you." Amy croaked gingerly grabbing her bag and shuffling out of the room.
Amy and Reagan hadn't spoken or seen each other in three months and each passing day was getting worse not easier. Reagan dealt with it by throwing herself into work. Amy dealt with it by remembering every single painful happy memory they once shared, she wouldn't take off her necklace, she used the polaroid she had taken of Reagan as a book mark and she would torture herself by sleeping in Reagan's clothes, wearing her jacket and carrying her rucksack to school. Every night Amy would watch Person Of Interest honouring their pact to eventually watch it live on TV together one day once Amy had caught up. Amy couldn't help a little smile escaping every time Sameen came on screen, she just reminded her so much of Reagan, the dark features, sarcastic charm, constantly serious until food was available. But then Sameen was gone just like Reagan was and everything hurt as much as the day Reagan decided they were better off apart.
"All done." Mrs Canon said before handing Amy the photos.
"Thanks." Amy croaked tucking them into her folder.
"You know, it gets easier."
"Does it?"
"It does. It may not seem like it right now, but it does." Mrs Canon smiled sympathetically "Although…I don't think having those photos are going to help you."
"Probably not." Amy whispered fingering the edge of the photos. "But I still need them."
"Hi, what is the oldest dog or the dog least likely to be adopted here?" Reagan asked leaning on her tip toes to speak to the woman behind the desk, Reagan took note of the name tag which had 'Donna' scrawled on it.
"Are you sure you don't want a puppy?" the lady behind the desk droned, southern twang deep in her voice.
"Puppies are cute, but I like my dogs to be old and regal. Or missing a leg. Whatever." Reagan shrugged looking along the rows of cages.
"Hold on sweetie, I'll get someone to come and assist you." Donna rolled her chair backwards and made her way toward the back of the shelter.
Reagan hovered awkwardly around the receptionist's desk. The shelter was noisy, full of desperate dogs wanting attention, wanting to get out of their cage and get loved on. Suddenly Reagan felt a twang of guilt, she was supposed to be doing this with Amy, they were supposed to do this together. Reagan was staring into space by the time Donna had returned.
"This is Holly, she will assist you today."
Reagan turned around to extend her hand. "Hi, I'm -"
"Reagan!?"
Farrah gently took the remote from Amy's hand as she mindlessly flicked through different channels.
"Sweetie, you're supposed to be at school."
Amy set her jaw, saying nothing.
"Honey, it's been three months and you're still not yourself." Farrah noted.
Amy slumped further down the settee ignoring her mother.
"You know. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be…." Amy shot her mother a look of disbelief. "With a girl I mean." Farrah clarified.
That got Amy's attention and she sat up straight glancing at her mother.
"What do you mean….with a girl?" Amy asked annoyance creeping into her voice.
"Well, you know. It didn't work with Karma and now Reagan…."
"So what? Things didn't work with you and Dad, maybe you're gay." Amy countered defensively.
"No need to get defensive honey. I'm just saying, maybe you're not gay like you thought you were?" Farrah tried.
"I am."
"Are you? Maybe you're confused? I mean Reagan is a lovely lovely girl, you should invite her around some time, as friends of course, but maybe you should try being with a boy? What about that Oliver guy Karma spoke about? Didn't you like him? You should give him a chance." Farrah cooed rubbing Amy's leg.
"I don't like him, I can tolerate him." Amy muttered.
"Then tolerate him. Just try it." Farrah insisted. "You don't know unless you try. Now get to school Honey."
"Reagan? Oh my god."
"Holly," was all Reagan could say. She was much taller and her waist length hair was now chopped off into a pixie cut but it was definitely Holly.
"This is crazy!" Holly laughed her green eyes twinkling brightly. "Come, come. I have a few dogs I think you might like." Holly spoke quickly taking Reagan's hand and pulling her along.
"So I see your life long obsession has come to fruition." Reagan commented as they walked along the many twists and turns of the shelter.
"Not quite. Two years into vet school, another two to go. I'm just volunteering here while I visit my parents for a little bit." Holly responded.
Reagan removed her hand from Holly's, she didn't even realise they were holding hands for this long. "Your parents? I thought they moved away?" Reagan gasped coming to a stop.
Holly shifted uncomfortably. "They did. But they've moved back now that I am in college."
"That's nice of them." Reagan said bitterly.
"Reagan…"
"No, it's fine. I'm sorry. Let's continue." Reagan said shaking her head and gesturing for Holly to continue their journey.
"They are better now, you know. Less hateful, Less cruel." Holly tried.
"That must be nice for you." Reagan retorted stopping to stroke a dogs paw that was clawing through the metal bars of the cage.
"It is. For the most part. They still have some habits that I don't like, but they are my parents." Holly shrugged eyeing Reagan fondly. "They are doing pretty well with the fact that I am gay," she added trying to get Reagan's attention (which it did.)
"You're gay?" Reagan asked a small smile etched on her face.
"You know I am and I know you are. Not because...you know. But because you just have that swagger about you." Holly laughed shoving Reagan playfully. "Come on, this way."
Amy watched as Oliver fumbled with something in his locker. She took a deep breath and made her way over to him. Oliver immediately dropped the books he was balancing and he and Amy knelt at the same time to retrieve them.
"Here." Amy said with as much friendliness as she could muster.
"Than- Thanks." Oliver stammered.
"You okay?" Amy asked eyeing Oliver. If she squinted hard enough he kind of looked like a male version of Reagan. If she tried really hard.
"Er- ye- yeah. I'm good. You?"
"Yeah, peachy. Wanna come round to mine after school?" Amy asked hurriedly.
"Do you need help with homework?" Oliver asked pushing up his glasses.
"Yeah, sure." Amy shrugged. "My address is-"
"I know your address," Oliver interrupted.
"Okay….that's creepy." Amy frowned. "See you later then."
Maybe her mother was right, three months was long enough and both of her relationships with girls were fails. So maybe she did need to branch out and try something new? She didn't feel anything when she had sex with Liam, but maybe it was because they were doing it out of revenge. How could she know for sure, really?
Errr, maybe because of the fireworks that went off in your head whenever Reagan touched you, or maybe how you thought you are going to die whenever she looked at you for a second too long, or I don't know maybe because you're still in fucking love with her!? Amy's rational side screamed but Amy pushed it down as much as she could and stalked off to her next class, ignoring everything that was telling her this was wrong.
"So what's your life style like?" Holly asked casually while searching the I.D on the cages.
"What do you mean?" Reagan asked cautiously.
"How long are you out of the house? What kind of vibe is your house giving off? Are you active?" Holly clarified.
Reagan pondered for a second before answering. "Oh. I work long hours sometimes. The vibe in my house is chill, but I guess I need a dog that won't be scared by loud music once in a while. I'm not that active, but I'll definitely become more active with a dog I think."
"Okay, so you need a dog that is fine being left alone, one that isn't phased by anything and a dog that can be active but also pretty lazy. Yes, there is a dog here that fits that description perfectly. This way." Holly sing songed as she doubled back on herself to walk in the other direction.
It was weird, Holly was exactly the same. Her thin arms coated in layers of freckles as was her cheeks and nose, her eyes still had the same twinkle they always had when she was doing something she loved and she still had the same chipped front tooth that she always had. She had chipped it falling off the monkey bars and apparently didn't give a damn to get it fixed. That was one thing Reagan admired greatly in Holly.
"Are you coming or not Rae?" Holly called from down the corridor.
A grin graced Reagan's face when Holly called her by her old nickname. It was the first time she had smiled a genuine smile in months.
It was 20 minutes into class and Oliver had been staring across at Amy the entire time. Amy pretended she couldn't notice and kept her head facing forward.
"This is Duke. He is a 8 year old Weimaraner, isn't he handsome?" Holly cooed while opening the cage door and looping a leash around his neck. "He is an owner surrender, they didn't want him because they said he was 'too old'. I mean who does that? Abandon a dog that has given them 8 years of their life. It's so gross. Anyway. He is great with other dogs, cats and kids. Here." Holly handed the leash to Reagan and nodded encouragingly.
"He is very handsome." Reagan agreed admiring the way his grey hairs mingled with his brown fur. She knelt down to rub his neck and he immediately responded by kissing her more times than she could count.
"He really likes you, but who wouldn't?" Holly smiled. "Wanna play with him in the yard for a little while?"
Reagan climbed to her feet and nodded, following Holly out of the building.
It was almost half an hour into class and Oliver still hadn't stopped leering at Amy. Amy ignored it, mostly by insisting that girls should like this kind of stuff, it's attention after all. Amy could hear her mothers voice telling her she should be grateful that someone was interested in her. Amy squeezed her eyes shut and twisted her necklace between her fingers.
Duke's hips wagged along with his bobbed tail, his entire body was shaking with the effort he was putting into it. Reagan tossed the ball into the air a few times before tossing it out as far as possible, Duke reared onto his hind legs and leapt into action, his ears flapping in the wind.
"He is very cute!" Reagan laughed watching him hop along the grass.
"Takes after his soon to be owner," Holly winked.
Reagan pretended she didn't hear that part and asked decided to ask a few more questions.
"Does he need any sort of special attention? Meds? Regular grooming? Anything like that?"
"No, he is very healthy for a dog of his age, as you can see. He has short hair so grooming doesn't need to be as regular as often as long haired breeds. You may need to bathe him often though as he loves to get dirty. Oh and make sure you clean his ears often, he always gets them so dirty. He loves it."
Reagan squinted against the sun as she watched Duke tossing the ball into the air all by himself.
"What's his adoption fee?" Reagan asked.
"$350. That will cover his neuter, shots and microchip." Holly explained.
Reagan whistled at the price tag but ultimately decided that this would be good for her.
"Perfect." Reagan smiled as Duke trotted over and dropped his ball at her feet.
"What time do you want me to come over and help you?" Oliver asked eagerly.
"I don't know," Amy sighed grabbing her bag. "How about now? Does that sound good to you?"
"Sure!" Oliver yelped.
Amy cringed and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Let's go then."
"So you can bring Duke in next week for his neuter." Holly mumbled clipping through her clipboard.
"Sounds good." Reagan smiled down at Duke who was laying on the ground, his entire body heaving with the effort it was taking to pant.
"Okay, so if you could sign, here…..here and here." Holly said handing Reagan a few forms. "Also, card or cash?"
"Card." Reagan mumbled pen lid between her teeth.
They had been walking for five minutes and Oliver couldn't take another minute of this awkward silence. "So….what homework do you need help with?"
"Err, algebra and some other stuff." Amy lied.
"Cool." Oliver nodded satisfied with the answer he had gotten.
Amy faked a smile and swallowed down the bile that was threatening to spill.
"So…what are you doing now? I get off right now if you want to hang out for a little while." Holly suggested bouncing on the balls of her feet. She had always had extra energy and was definitely the best player on their soccer team because of it. Some things never change.
"I was thinking about taking Duke to Turkey Creek at Emma Long for a change of scenery and stuff." Reagan shrugged.
"You were!?" Holly asked excitedly. "Remember when we used to go there all. the. time and the amount of dogs we would pet down there. Those were some good times." Holly sighed her eyes twinkling dangerously as ever.
"You should come." Reagan offered.
Holly had a smile that was running from ear to ear. Her adorable chipped tooth on show.
"I would love too."
"Are you even paying any attention?" Oliver scolded tapping on the table.
Amy rolled her eyes and sighed, "Yes Oliver."
"What did I say then?"
"Errr…"
"That's what I thought." Oliver said sounding defeated.
Amy hadn't been focusing at all. She was spending all of her energy trying to force attraction to Oliver, to be 'normal', to not be heartbroken anymore and she didn't know how much longer she could keep going.
"Okay, let's try this again." Oliver said flipping to a clean sheet of paper.
"It feels like we were here yesterday," Reagan commented, opening her truck door and watching Duke fly out.
"I know, not much has changed has it?" Holly agreed taking in the view around her. "Remember that tree over there?" Holly smiled jogging toward it. "It's still here!" she yelled excitedly.
Reagan secured Duke's leash and led him toward Holly. "So it is." Carved into the tree bark was the letters 'R&H'. "Remember when you stole a knife from your kitchen to do this?"
"We thought we were going to get arrested for theft and criminal damage." Holly laughed, running her hand through her hair, when she did so her hair stayed standing up. Reagan reached up and ruffled Holly's hair flat, Holly's affectionate smile making her stomach flip.
Reagan cleared her throat and tugged on Duke's leash. "Come on, I want to show Duke the lake."
"Did you get it this time?" Oliver asked hopefully.
"Mmmm nope." Amy admitted.
"Algebra is so easy, how can you not get it?" Oliver asked exasperated.
"If I got it, I wouldn't be asking you to help me would I?" Amy asked angrily.
"I suppose not." Oliver sighed.
Amy felt a little guilty for being so snappy.
"Oliver?…."
Reagan propped herself up on her shoulders watching Duke run circles around the other dogs he was playing with.
"Are you guys sure he is 8 and not 8 months?" Reagan laughed watching Duke accidentally summersault.
"We're sure." Holly said looking across at Reagan.
Reagan felt Holly's gaze lingering on her for way too long and turned to face her.
Amy grabbed Oliver pulling him upright, she pressed her lips to his and he overcame the shock to react. It felt wrong, it was too gentle. Amy ran her hands through Oliver's hair. It was too short, too curly. He himself was too tall and didn't have to lean on his tip toes to kiss her like Reagan did. Everything was wrong. But Amy persevered, because that's what 'normal' girls did. A sick part of her wanted to be the daughter her mother secretly craved.
"Are you okay?" Oliver asked pulling back from Amy.
"Yes, fine." Amy lied pulling Oliver upstairs.
"What?" Reagan smiled.
"Nothing." Holly shrugged looking away.
"Okay then, you liar." Reagan laughed turning away, but before she was able to fully turn Holly was on top of her pinning her down.
"Take your clothes off." Amy commanded, watching as Oliver hopped around her room to remove his jeans. Reagan was never this awkward, she could take her jeans off in two seconds flat - without all the dramatics.
"Amy you don't have to -"
"Oliver, stop talking." Amy snapped, pulling her top above her head.
Oliver did as he was told, hovering awkwardly in his boxer briefs watching as Amy's eyes glazed over and her lip curled in disgust. But she still removed her jeans laying awkwardly on the bed waiting for Oliver to man up and make a move.
"Holly, what are you doing?" Reagan asked eyes widening in fear, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Holly.
"Kissing you...wait are you okay?" she asked gently easing off of Reagan.
"Yes…." Holly shot Reagan a look and Reagan retracted her answer. "No, I'm not."
Holly took note of the look on Reagan's face. "You like someone?"
Reagan nodded, then shook her head. "I love someone."
Holly laughed, her eyes twinkling brightly as ever. "That is one lucky girl."
Reagan gave a bitter laugh and shook her head. "It's a long story."
"Want to talk about it?" Holly offered wiping at her knees.
The look in Reagan's eyes told her no, but she continued anyway.
"If you want my two cents, don't let go of the person you love. Not if it can be helped. I learnt that the hard way." Holly reminisced her eyes flickering with hurt.
"Us?"
"What? No. Don't be so self centred!" Holly scoffed playfully. "Okay yes, but there was also someone else after you, my parents moved me but I was still the same person. Still liked girls. Still scared of what my parents thought about me. And I made the same mistake…again." Holly puffed her cheeks and sighed.
"You should contact her." Reagan said earnestly.
"Oh. You mean the same way you're contacting the girl you're in love with?" Holly smirked knowingly.
"That's different." Reagan said hurriedly.
"Is it?" Holly asked with a raised eyebrow.
Oliver shifted awkwardly and crawled on top of Amy.
He was too soft, he didn't have muscle like Reagan did. The way he crawled on top of her was more like a baby giraffe trying to walk instead of the fluid motion that Reagan always used. The way he dropped on top of her was clumsy and miscalculated, causing the air to leave her lungs in the worst way.
"Sorry." Oliver mumbled.
Amy hushed Oliver, she couldn't bare to hear him speak. Couldn't stand that this was him and not Reagan. Maybe if he didn't speak she could go through with this.
Amy lay stiff as Oliver lay on top of her with something else that was stiff. Amy cringed and recoiled slightly, but not enough for Oliver to notice.
"Go down on me." Amy directed. At least this way she didn't need to see him or feel his body on top of hers. It wasn't his fault. He just wasn't what Amy wanted, at all.
Oliver licked a trail of spit from her stomach to her thigh and Amy let out a shuddering breath, a breath of anguish and disgust. And then Oliver started pulling down her underwear.
"Is this okay?" He asked and Amy was barely able to stop the bile rising in her throat.
"Stop."
"Wh- What?"
"I said stop!" Amy panicked, sitting up right tugging at her underwear.
"Am- are you okay?"
"You're not her." Amy mumbled.
"I'm not who?"
"You're not her!" Amy sobbed dropping her head between her legs.
"I'm not who…? Oliver asked again.
"Reagan. You're not her. I tried. I swear I did. But I don't want this. I don't want you. I want her!" Amy sniffed her shoulders shaking.
Oliver awkwardly got dressed again and sat down next to Amy.
"You're gay?" Oliver asked gently.
Amy nodded her head.
"I knew it." Oliver laughed a nerdy laugh to himself.
Amy continued to cry, a cry full of relief and wanting and hurt.
"It's okay." Oliver sighed rubbing her shoulders, "I wanted to be a virgin for the rest of my life anyway."
Amy laughed a teary laugh dropping her head onto Oliver's shoulder.
Downstairs her phone vibrated on the kitchen table.
"No answer," Reagan said disappointment etched on her face. "Okay, your turn now."
"I didn't say I was going to do it. I said you should." Holly reiterated.
"Come on. What have you got to lose?" Reagan encouraged, snatching Holly's phone and flicking through a list of contacts.
"Anna, Bev, Carrie, Dee….I wonder which one it is." Reagan spoke loudly to her self.
"Okay, okay. I'll do it." Holly shouted snatching her phone back. "I'll do it."
Reagan watched as Holly scrolled to a contact called Zara.
"Zara." Reagan repeated out loud, cute.
Holly took a deep breath before hitting the dial button. Reagan watched with baited breath, couldn't stand the suspense.
"Hi, it's me Holly. Oh, of course you know that." Holly laughed nervously. "I just wanted to say I miss you and - you do?" A smile stretched across Holly's face and Reagan couldn't help but smile along. "I don't care what my parents think anymore. I'm not the same person last year. I bet you aren't either…"
Reagan stood up and wiped herself down, watching as Duke rolled around on his back courting attention from other dog owners. Reagan watched Holly speak animatedly on the phone, having the kind of conversation that she should be having with Amy right now. Had Amy moved on? Why didn't she answer her phone? Maybe I'm too late? Reagan sighed sadly.
"Come on boy. Time to go." Reagan called out to Duke. He came running tongue lolling out of his mouth, Reagan could hear Holly finishing up her conversation as she started the walk toward her truck.
Farrah bumped into Oliver just as he was leaving the house.
"Oh. You must be Oliver!" Farrah said her eyes wide and eyebrows raised in interest.
"Yes ma'am." Oliver nodded.
"You should stay for dinner." Farrah suggested.
"Thank you for the offer, but I have a lot of homework to catch up on. Maybe another time?" Oliver asked politely.
"I'll hold you to that." Farrah smiled.
Oliver laughed politely and ducked out of the front door.
"Amy!"
"Amy!"
Amy plodded downstairs wearing Reagan's clothes - again. It always made her feel better and worse at the same time.
"Amy I see you had a date!" Farrah clapped her eyes sparkling with glee.
"No, mom. It wasn't a date." Amy groaned.
Farrah's face dropped as Amy brushed past her on the way to the kitchen.
"She wants to meet for coffee." Holly squealed tapping her phone against her head. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to brag."
'No it's okay, never apologise for being happy." Reagan smiled. "I'm genuinely happy for you. Don't fuck it up this time." Reagan warned shooting Holly a wink.
"I won't. I promise. Pinky promise."
Reagan locked fingers with Holly and they both laughed at how easily they had fallen into their old routine.
"Amy are you sure, did you give him a chance?" Farrah asked worriedly.
Amy rolled her eyes, pulling a cereal bar from out of the cupboard.
"Well, did you?" Farrah asked again.
"I did give him a chance and by the way I'm still gay." Amy dropped her head and rubbed at her brow. "Why can't you just accept me the way I am? Why are you trying to change me?" Amy sneered snatching her phone.
Amy felt like thrusting the folder full of Reagan's naked images into her mothers hands and daring her to ask her if she was still gay. But she didn't, instead she angrily unlocked her phone.
Farrah watched as Amy's face went from hatred, to annoyance to absolute bliss.
"Yep," Amy whispered to herself as a million butterflies exploded in her stomach upon seeing a missed called from Reagan "still gay."