Faking It FanFiction: The Liamy Situation *COMPLETED*

Pageant Madness!

Guess what my awesome viewers, or listeners, fans? You know what I'm just going to call you "The People Who Understand Me" my people... great now I don't remember what I was about to say-oh yeah. I got absolutely no sleep last night. Zip... zero. I was up thinking about my texts last night. Mostly, the one from Liam. "Maybe she wasn't the only one that was jealous?"  What the hell is that supposed to mean?!? Why does it confuse the hell out of me?!? It shouldn't and will no longer. I do not, I repeat, DO NOT have feelings for Liam Booker! Now... just tell yourself that 10 times in a row Amy so you can get ready for school.

After school, I spotted Karma sitting alone looking like a sad fox.

I sit down next to her and say, "Karma, tell your face I forgive you."

"Oh thank God, I can't take both of you being mad at me."

"Both of us?"

"After dinner the other night, Liam and I got into a huge fight. He feels second place to... well you."

"Because he is."

She gives me a face.

"I mean, not that it's a competition."

"I need to show him how much he means to me, so, I've decided to come out to my parents and tell them Liam's my boyfriend."

"They're going to really disappointed. They just got matching rainbow tattoos."

"I know, I should've said something earlier, but it felt so nice to be their favorite child for once."

I pouted, "Have you thought about what you're going to say?"

"I was knocked unconscious in a particularly brutal game of dodge ball, and woke up straight?"

I snickered, "Maybe if they're high when you tell them, have you thought about telling the truth?"

"You know that's not how my brain works."

I agreed.

"But it would make Liam really happy, he's never told a lie in his life."

I made a face. Except when he lied to you about me...

"They're going to be so disappointed."

"Well, at least they still have your brother in the Peace Core."

She frowned at me.

"Sorry, not helping."

When I got home, Lauren was trying on this frilly dress that was horrendous, if you ask me. She's entering some dumb pageant. Mom of course throws the fact that I hate pageants and Lauren does. Wow, bet I'm such a disappointment. Later, Reagan comes over and we hang. I'm still reeling about how mom treated me a while ago. I doesn't matter if I hate pageants or not, if I entered I would win. I mean I could at least make it to the finals. Reagan makes it about the lack of feminism in the competition, but that's not why I'm doing it and I am doing it. I'm going to enter, I'm going to show my mother, I'm going to beat Lauren, and I'm going to win!

After I brought a dress me and Reagan head to the competition. When we walk in we immediately get the attention of my mom and Lauren.

"Hi family... family adjacent."

"Honey, what are you doing here?"

"I'm doing what you always wanted mother, I'm entering a beauty pageant."

Lauren and her dad laughed... my look could kill them both if it was possible.

"And who's this?" My mother says when they walked away.

"Oh, this is my coach."

Reagan introduces herself and they shake hands.

Mom laughs nervously and pulls me off to the side.

"Why are you doing this?"

"For world peace."

"Right. Not to embarrass me, by flaunting your purple haired friend in everyone's face? Now, I have a reputation to uphold."

"Don't worry mother, I'm not here to embarrass you. I'm here to win."

I walk back and get back to work.

Halfway through the competition, I don't think I'm doing that well. Reagan of course has faith in me, but of course she thinks I'm doing this pageant for different reasons. Since Lauren's make-up counter is next to mine, I got a good earful of her convo with her dad.

"What? He just wants me to win?" Lauren says to me as she's about to apply lipstick.

"Every parent wants their kid to win, he's taking it to another level."

"Because he knows how bad I want it!"

"Which is why exactly? Because you just love being judged in how you look in a bikini?"

She smirks, "You wouldn't understand."

"Please. I am doing this because I have something to prove and I can tell you do too. But, are you trying to prove it to yourself or to him?"

"Trying to get in my head? Maybe you're cut out for pageants after all."

We give each other both looks as they call us to the stage.

After evening wear, Reagan comes to tell me I've made it to the finals. She starts to go on about making a mockery of the pageant world. We had a plan, but seeing how my mom looked at me while I was on stage, I'm starting to have second thoughts. Mom comes up as Reagan leaves and tells me how pretty I look.

"Oh, well you did always like me in a dress." "Honey, when you entered I thought you were doing it just to mock me like you usually do, but I was wrong. I'm sorry I misjudged you." "You know, when I found out I was having a little girl, I got so excited. I couldn't wait to dress you in pink, go shopping, share clothes, but you we're never that girl. And I had a hard time letting that go." "I wanted to connect with you so long and seeing you on that stage I means the world to me. Thank you." "And, your girlfriend Reagan seems like a lovely young woman. You should invite her over sometime for dinner, so we can get to know her better."

"I'd like that."

She pulls me in for a hug and whispers, "Don't tell Lauren, but I'm rooting for ya."

When she pulls away she squeals, "Knock em dead!"

She walks back out and I'm left feeling emotional.

When it was time for us to give our big speeches, I knew what I had to do, or better yet, what I couldn't do. I couldn't hurt my mother, not after the kindness she just showed me. She's never been as supportive of me as she was in that moment. And when it was time for me to step in the spotlight, I took the easy way out, leaving a disappointing look on Reagan's face. When we got home she gave it to me... not in a good way people! She was upset and she should be, but I explained to her that I couldn't do that to my mom. Then she brings up the fact that I didn't introduce her to my mom as my girlfriend or say that I was a lesbian. She then asks me am I straight? Well I'm definitely not that... but then there's Liam. Oh here I go again with the Booker! I start to feel a little bad when Reagan starts to tell me about her ex. Her ex who left her for her ex... boyfriend. We makeup and that my friends, led to sex. This time with a girl. A girl I like. A girl I have feelings for. A girl whose ex left her for a guy. A girl who can't find out that I have lingering feels for my best friend's boyfriend. Crap. There it is... I said it. I'm admitting it. I have feelings for Liam Booker.