*Karma's P.O.V.*
Waking up in Amy's bed never gets old. Since when did I become the big spoon?
If only there wasn't an alarm going off in my ear, that'd be great. I snuggle in closer hoping Amy will wake up and turn to me. Ah, fuck today's Monday, too. "Amy, get up." I say, backing up from her, so I can sit up.
She slams her hand on the alarm clock that is her phone, and turns so she's facing me. Instead of waking up she cuddles up onto me, and puts one hand on my right boob and the other behind my back. She mumbled something into my left boob, "Nooooo."
"Come on, Amy." I move further down on the bed so I'm closer to her face, and give her 'puppy dog eyes'.
She opens her eyes once she feels my breath on her face, "Ew, morning breath." She backed up and got up from the bed. As soon as she stood up she walked directly into the bathroom. I figured I might as well get up too. I walked into the bathroom with her, and to my surprise she was using the bathroom. She was legit on the toilet. I didn't dare walk back out, and just shut the door and started pulling out makeup and applying it to my face. "Sure, Karma. You can come in." With that same sarcastic tone she always has, and a smile on her face.
"It's not like I didn't already have that in mind." I'm focusing on my makeup, but I can sorta see her in the corner of my eye, that she's getting up from the toilet.
"Scoot," she says as she slightly pushes me. She starts washing her hands and frays the remaining water on me.
"Don't get me started, Amy."
"Oh, I'll get you started." She takes that note to walk out and I'm guessing she's going downstairs, or brushing her hair or something.
I finish my makeup and walk out. "Boo!" She jumps out from the wall.
"Fuck me sideways with a toaster. Damnit Amy." I say hitting her with my arms like a child.
"I intend on doing some variation of that."
"Shut up, buttface." I say as I walk past her.
"Only if you want me to, my dearest." I can hear her walking up behind me, as she trails so we can walk down the stairs near each other. No one pays any attention to us, not even Farrah.
I realized that I never got changed, and that's why everyone avoided looking at me. I'm just wearing a pair of Amy's boy shorts and my bra, and I quickly scamper back upstairs. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
Amy followed me back up the stairs, "Babe, you okay?"
"I'm fine, I just forgot to put on clothes. Ugh, what did we even do last night?" I say rooting through Amy's closet.
"What didn't we do last night? Uh... Let's see. We talked about Liam and your parents for awhile, then we pulled out some icing and watched some bad movies. Oh, and we finally lost our virginities."
"What?!" I instantly turned around and looked at her dead in the eyes.
"I'm kidding. We just got naked for a bit, then you backed out and took my shorts instead of yours and you didn't wanna change back."
"Why would you tell me we had sex?" I say with a smirk, grabbing a pillow and hitting her.
She laughed and said, "Because you somehow lost your memory... Maybe it was when you fell off the bed from laughing so hard. Well anyways, I saw the perfect opportunity to mess with you and I took it."
"Guess who just lost my trust."
"If that's the first thing that drove you not to trust me, I'm surprised." She laughed.
"Amy." I whispered.
She whispered back, "What?"
"I'm gay." I said, still whispering.
"Same... Karma."
"What?"
"I love you."
"Aw, I love you, too."
"If I was gonna die tomorrow and we knew, would you marry me?" She said in her normal speaking voice.
I turned back to the closet and picked out some clothes, "I mean, a wedding takes lots of planning and there's no way it could get planned in a days notice, but if I knew you would die, I'd take you out to our favorite places and shoot myself when you died so we could die in the same casket." I casually started changing, while she started rooting for clothes.
"Damn, you're hardcore. I would have just proposed if I was in that scenario."
"Well, I'd like our last moments together to be the best moments of our lives. I hope when we die Satan lets us be tortured together."
She starts changing, "Why do you instantly think we're going to hell?" All I had to do was raise my eyebrows, "Okay, you've made your point."
Once we've both changed and walked back downstairs, I fixed my hair again while Amy texted Shane and waited outside for me. Eventually, I did finish and we walked to the bus stop. We grabbed two open seats next to each other and Amy left her arm around me for the whole ride, I guess now she's marking her territory. After we got off the bus, she moved her hand down to my waist and we almost instantly ran into Shane. "How are my two favorite ladies who like ladies?"
"Uh, fine. Oh and Shane, don't forget." Amy said, which left me as confused and a little concerned considering our conversation earlier.
"What isn't he forgetting?"
"I borrowed one of her hoodies the other day, and I told her I'd give it back later."
"It's practically summer." I said not believing a word.
"Okay. And it gets cold at my place." I've given up at this point since I'll find out eventually.
He turned so we were all facing the same way and we walked into the school, eventually going our separate ways when we got to our lockers. Amy was near me, but still a few lockers away. "So... Do you wanna tell me what that bad excuse from Shane was about?"
"Oh, that. You know him he's weird about certain things. It's nothing."
I wrapped my arms around her neck, "I'd love for you to tell me what it is, even if it is nothing."
Amy wrapped her hands around my waist, and said, "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"Aw come on, it's gonna be one of these kinds of surprises."
"What do you mean?"
"The ones I know about, but have no idea when they'll happen, and I'm left waiting in suspense for you to tell me."
"Well, in that case, you're gonna hate me."
"You're really not gonna tell me?" We started to walk down the hall.
"Nope." She bopped me on the nose and walked off to her next class.
"Ugh... Amy!"
"I can't hear you."
I wandered off to my class, just waiting to practically harass Shane with questions. I sat at the back of the room because of how much the teacher spits. Shane walks in and sits next to me, "So, Shane... What's Amy planning for me?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"Amy doesn't even have that many hoodies, and we're in Texas. Yes, it was obvious."
"Either way I can't tell you. I promised Amy I wouldn't. I gave her Gay Scouts Honor."
"Damn you're gay scouts honor." I smiled and turned my attention to the teacher who was clearly going through a hangover or some sort of distress.
To Be Continued...
