A/N
*So its been a while. I apologize for the long wait I put you guys through. My girlfriend of 5 years recently broke up with me. I've simply been uninspired to write but I'm back now.
*I love all the reviews and the amount of follows this story has gotten. It's only been 3 chapters but you guys have been amazing.
*Sorry for the mistakes. I don't have a lot of free time to proofread and edit.
*I hope you guys don't get confused with the high school flashbacks and present day.
*Faking It characters are not mine.
2 years ago…Junior Year High School
t's been a whole fucking week since my best friend cut me out of her life. Why wouldn't she? I fucked up big time and I know it. So here I am with this heavy-ass guitar walking 2 long miles to Amy's house just so that I can prove to her how sorry I am. This has to count for something. I don't fucking walk 2 miles for just anyone, not even myself.
And why did my best friend/object of my affection/one true pairing/ future girlfriend/and maybe future wife with whom I am irrevocably in love with, suddenly cut me out of her life? Well you see, I am a dumbass. I am the most stupid, worthless, and vile human being on the planet right now.
I've been secretly pinning for my best friend for a good while. Not just pinning, I've been yearning, longing, and hoping that this wonderful being called Amy may just feel the same way for me. As time passed, I knew that that was never going to happen because 1. Amy swore to never fall in love with me 2. She made me promise never to fall for her and even made me sign a fucking contract and 3. she's fucking straight. I've been holding on to those three facts, especially number 3, to keep me from jumping Amy's bones and planting a long, hard, and wet kiss on her mouth. Those three facts have helped keep me sane and has prevented me from doing something stupid like confessing my undying love for her.
Imagine my surprise when Amy confesses that she likes girls. Never mind fact 1 and 2. Amy had just null and voided fact number 3. She's not straight. And she likes girls. So what the fuck does my brain do? It goes into fucking overdrive and becomes a huge mental case. I could've done two things that would have prevented all this. I could've been a good friend and just listened to her vent. Or I could've told her the truth. That I've been waiting for her to say something like that because I really really like her.
Instead, I turned in to a psychopath questioning her sexuality and accusing her of being confused. And I actually gave her the stupidest advice ever. I told her that she needed to date a guy because she may just be confused. She was so pissed off that she didn't even give me a chance to explain before kicking me out of her room. Amy's never kicked me out before. So yeah I hurt the girl I love and ruined all chances of ever being with her. Might've ruined our friendship too but I am not going to give up that easily.
So one week, 213 unanswered calls, and 87 text messages later, I finally found the balls to stand outside her window at 11:13 pm with my guitar. Here goes nothing. I take the smallest rock I can find and throw it at her window. No response. I take two rocks this time. Still nothing. I found three small rocks this time and with my best impersonation of a Tom Brady touchdown pass, I throw the rocks once more. Only this time, the window opens before the rocks hit.
"Owwwww! What the fuck! Karma!"
"Oh my god I'm so sorry."
"What are you doing here? It's almost midnight!"
"Before you kill me, please hear me out!"
"Karma!"
I start strumming my guitar before she could protest even more.
She has her famous Amy scowl on her face. Arms crossed and eyes glaring.
Oh, her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shinin'
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful
And I tell her everyday
Yeah
The scowl is gone and her eyes have softened. She's looking at me and damn, she really is beautiful. I give her my million dollar smile. I know she's a sucker for this.
I know, I know
When I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so
Sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me, "Do I look okay?"
I say,
She's blushing now and I could tell she's really trying to stifle the smile that's forming on her lips. She uncrosses her arms and leans further out the window.
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
'Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for a while
'Cause, girl, you're amazing
Just the way you are
Yeah
By the end of the song, there is a full blown smile on Amy's face while she's shaking her head. I take in how beautiful she is against the light emanating from her room. There is no doubt that Amy is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
"Ames, I know I fucked up with the way I reacted. I want you to know how truly sorry I am. And I want you to know that I don't care about who you like or who are, you're my Amy. Nothing is this world will make me feel different about you. If you ever asked me to help you hide a body, I'd ask you where. If you get thrown in jail for selling drugs, I'd be right there beside you waiting to be bailed out. If you like girls, I'd be there helping you pick out an outfit for a date or googling lesbian sex tips. Can you forgive me?"
She's quiet. She's just staring at me now.
"You're such a dork Karms, I already forgave you the moment you flashed that smile."
"Really! Oh Amy! I've missed you so much!"
I was too busy jumping for joy and trying to untangle the guitar from my body that I didn't notice a brunette standing next to Amy.
"Hi there"
Who the fuck is she? Who the fuck is this bitch that just totally ruined my moment. My smile turns into a look a of confusion and Amy notices.
"Uhhhh Hi?"
"Uh Karms, this is Bea….my girlfriend."
For the first time in my life, Amy Raudenfeld broke my heart.
Present Day, College
"I didn't get to tell you earlier."
"Tell me what?"
"That I think you're so fucking sexy in that dress and how stunning you look tonight."
"Oh really now?"
"And I also want to tell you…."
"Tell me what?"
"That I've been wanting to kiss you, for a while now actually."
"Then what are you waiting for?
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Fucking shit! Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm not sure what's more upsetting, the fact that my alarm clock woke me up from another sure to be wet dream about Amy or the fact that it was just another dream. A dream that will never happen in real life. My alarm clock reads 7 am and I'm almost tempted to go back to sleep hoping my dream will continue where it left off. But then I realize that it's Sunday and I have a tradition with Amy that's never been broken before. No matter how drunk or how hungover we both were, Sundays are sacred. Yeah yeah I know God rested on the 7th day and declared it the Sabbath long before Amy and I did
It's the only day of the week that Amy and I spend the whole entire day together and everyone else and the rest of the world is kinda shut off. We started this tradition in the beginning of the year to ensure that we would always have time for our friendship. It's my favorite day of the week because I have Amy 100 percent. No one in our close personal circle dared to interrupt or obtrude on our time on this sacred day.
Sundays normally start off with a breakfast date at Fat Joey's diner, where they serve the best breakfast menu in the world. After breakfast, we choose a completely random activity that we've never done before. This was Amy's favorite since she has an overactive imagination when in comes to picking out something to do. One time, she made us compete in a pig chasing competition at some random county fair. There was also a time that she took me to a mime dancing class which certainly was one of the weirdest experience of my life. After the random activities and a quick unhealthy lunch, we usually drive home to Austin and visit our parents. On the First and Third Sundays, we have dinner at her house. Lauren is usually there too. And on second and fourth Sundays, we have dinner at mine.
The day usually ends with a movie, a gallon of ice cream, and my favorite, lots and lots of cuddling. Sundays never fail to make my week. No matter how shitty it's been or how stressful school gets, Sundays with Amy definitely make it worth it.
I smile at the thought of spending the day with Amy but then the memories of last night finally start to creep in. I start to remember that Amy left the hot girl she was dancing with to come between me and my pervy dance partner. I can remember the immense liquid courage we both were feeling and how she said that I looked stunning and fucking sexy. I can also remember claiming that I could turn her on and her cockily accepting the challenge by allowing me to grind my body against hers. Then I remember how our lips were probably a mere inch apart, maybe even less. If I only had the guts to lean in before her stupid friend interrupted, I would've been able to do the thing I've been waiting five years to do, kiss her. Then worst of all, I remember the confused look Amy was wearing when she realized how close we were and what we almost did. Then lastly, I remember the pain I felt, when Amy left me standing there in the middle dance floor to go hook up with another random girl. Last night's events feels like a hazy dream or something I imagined. But the tears on my pillow and the ache in my heart certainly tell me that the events of last night were all too real, too harsh. Reality is harsh.
Lately, I've been wondering how much more that I can take of this unrequited love. Am I always going to be the girl left behind? Am I always going to be the one secretly pinning over her bestfriend? I know that one day, my heart won't be able to take it anymore. I know that one day, I'd have to make a decision to move on so that I can find my own happiness. But today is not that day because object of my pain and suffering just walked in my room still wearing last night's clothes, makeup completely smudge, and hair a mess.
"Get up Karms! I brought breakfast!"
She places the paper bag full of food from Fat Joey's and two cups of coffee on my night stand. Amy plops down on my bed and I could tell she's exhausted. I could tell that she really wants to sleep but attempts to force me out of bed. I could tell that she doesn't want to break tradition.
"God you stink Ames! You smell like a distillery, a chimney, and a bottle of Armani for women, all mixed together."
Amy lays downs besides me and stretches her arms against the headboard.
"Geez. Way to thank your awesome best friend after bringing your favorite breakfast to your bed, nonetheless?"
Her eyes look really heavy and she's trying to stifle a yawn.
"You're only bringing me breakfast because I have a feeling that you're going to break tradition and bail on me today." I tell her.
"First, you call me stinky and now you're accusing me of being a burn deal and terrible friend? You're hurting my feelings!" Amy says while faking being hurt.
Amy takes my pillow and covers her face with it. I'm gonna have to do laundry now because she's seriously stinking up my bed and staining my pillows.
"I'm just kidding Ames! I love the way you smell and you're seriously the bestest and the most awesome friend in the whole wide world!"
She doesn't say anything. She's either really mad or she's fallen asleep.
"Amy?"
There is a faint snoring coming from under the pillow.
"Ughhhhh you are incorrigible!"
Without thinking, I get on top of Amy and start tickling her sides to wake her up. Amy hates being tickled due to the fact that she is probably the most ticklish person in the world.
"Fuck Karma! Stoppppppp!" She says in between laughs. I've wanted for so long to hear the combination of fuck, karma, and stop except, there is a "don't" before stop and we'd be less clothed. A lot less clothed.
"Wake up!"
"I wasn't sleeping! Please stop!"
"Only if you admit that you're bailing on me today!"
"Fine fine! I am too tired to hang out right now. Can we just please sleep in and we'll hang out later? Please?"
I could tell she's really tired and so I relent.
"Okay fine we can sleep in. Since you look like you spent the night in hell."
There is a huge smile on her face. This pinches my heart since I was hoping she had a bad night with a terrible chick.
"I had a long night yes. But I met the most beautiful girl in the world. I think she might be an angel."
"Oh. Who did you meet?"
Amy turns to face me and cuddles against my neck. Half of her body is on top of mine. I wrap my arm around her waist. I could stay like this forever.
"Her name is Reagan..."
As soon as she says the name, Amy falls sound asleep. As soon as she says the name, my heart breaks all over again. Instead of letting go, I hold her just a little tighter this time. I suddenly get this nagging feeling in my heart that this Reagan is trouble. That I might lose my best friend.
A/N:
I apologize for the uneventfulness of this chapter but i will try my best to update soon since I have a feeling that Season 2 b will disappoint. Reviews are greatly appreciated! If you have any questions, I gladly answer. Song is by bruno mars. Thanks.