I guess we fell asleep at some point in all of that, since I wake up and it's nearly nine o'clock.
"Amy! Get up we're gonna be late to school." I shake her awake.
She jumps out of bed semi-slowly, and I hurry trying to brush my teeth, and get dressed while trying to do my hair and makeup. Amy is walking at a moderate speed and not at all in a panic. I run down the stairs and Amy's following me. I see Farrah sitting in the living room and I try to act natural, but once I get near the door, Amy's mom says, "Karma, you and Amy don't have to go today. I thought you two should have a day or two to let the situation with the cops sink in." I smiled at this, then turned to see Amy with the deadest face she's had for years. She turns around and walks back up the stairs. I'm about to follow her when Farrah calls to Amy, "Now that you're up, you're gonna keep her company and tell her what she needs to hear." as if I can't hear her.
I don't really mind it though. A day with Amy. No school. No Liam. Nothing to interrupt us ... besides maybe Amy's mom. Amy's nearing the top of the stairs and I'm right behind her. I reach my hand out and grab hers, she turns her head to look at me with this cheesy smirk. We reach the top and she lets go of my hand and plummets to the bed and at the moment she seems to love the bed more than me. I quickly change that. I lay down gently as not to hurt the beautiful girl that is my girlfriend. She's face down on the bed with her arms spread like she's hugging it, and I'm laying right on top of her with my head on her back.
She rolls over so that she's face up and now I'm trapped under her. She rolls back the other way so I can get up. When I catch my breath, I turn myself and hold onto Amy's side. Our faces are pressed together by our foreheads, and in the moment Amy kisses me. I kiss back and quickly our tongues get involved, as they start battling for dominance. Amy clearly wins, and starts to move on top of me. Still kissing, she pins me to the bed holding me by my sides. We're as close as possible well ... as possible as we can get with our clothes on. Soon, I feel warm hands run up my shirt, and I don't wanna stop her but I do.
"Amy? I don't think ... this is what your mom meant by 'keep her company."
She's still holding my sides and she takes breaks in between our kisses to speak, "Who cares? ... It's not like she's gonna ... come up here."
"Still ... It feels like ... she'll know what we're doing." I finally find the strength to push her away to stop the kisses.
"If she knows what we're doing wouldn't she try to stop us."
"Yeah ... but we don't know if she'll come up here and try to comfort me." Amy backs down at this point, and gives in and lays next to me.
We're both staring up at the ceiling when Amy asks, "Is it because you want your first time to be special?"
I'm taken back by the question, but still ready to answer, "Only a little. I already know you're special to me."
I guess Amy felt really touched by this since the next thing she did was kiss me. It isn't like those little kisses we'd do at school, or like the ones that leave you breathless because they lasted so long. It's like the first time we kissed and we both meant it. It was passionate and surreal. I didn't stop her. In fact I went along, and kissed back. I felt sparks. No. Not just sparks, fireworks. Or better yet, explosives.
The door opened and we hear Farrah's voice say, "Hey, I have to go-" She cuts herself off when she finds us, legs intertwined, kissing up a storm. We snap ourselves out of the kiss, and separate ourselves. Farrah tries to finish her sentence, "As I was saying, one of the girls cancelled and I have to go to the station. I'll be back in a few hours." Surprisingly, she said this with a smile.
Upon finishing her sentence, she walks out and shuts the door. Amy gets up from the bed and says, "I'm gonna go see if she's okay." And she walks out of the room. I don't wanna lay here alone, so I get up and wait on the top of the stairs for Amy to return. I conveniently am able to their conversation.
"Mom, are you feeling okay? You usually lash out on any romantic moments I have with a girl."
"I'm feeling quite fine, Amy. It's just ... seeing you two so happy together just made me think that, maybe I should let you be happy with who you want ... Yeah, you're not how I imagined you'd be when you were born, but I still couldn't be more happy for you ... because you're better than imagined. You're my daughter and I love you regardless of who you love. Now, I hope when the next dance comes around you two'll be going together and you'll have a beautiful dress, or maybe a nice ol' suit and we can have a moment to appreciate the little things with you and your girlfriend, Karma."
I can't see it but I can hear her sniffle as right before she says, "Thanks, mom." I can tell she's crying tears of joy and by the little "oh" her mother did I'd say she fell into a hug.
"I mean it, honey ... because I love you."
"I love you, too."
I hear Amy's footsteps increasing in sound as she walks back to the stairs. When she gets to them, she sees me. I haven't moved except for a smile that's grown on my face along with a few tears.
To Be Continued ...
