fic: (you are) the girl that i’ve been dreaming of (faking it | amy/karma)
(you are) the girl that i’ve been dreaming of – Faking It ; Amy/Karma ; 1,500 words. In which Karma is acting weird, and Amy realizes why.
“You smell, like, really good today,” Karma says.
They’re snuggled up on Amy’s bed getting ready for a Don’t Trust The B In Apartment 23 Netflix marathon. It’s the sort of thing that couldn’t have happened six months ago, when everything was awful and they tiptoed around each other like strangers and Amy spent all of her time listening to Bon Iver and wanting to forget her whole life. Then one day, Karma finally lost it and shouted, ‘Look, we both screwed up, and we both screwed Liam Booker, but I will actually die if we’re not best friends anymore, so fuck this awkward bullshit! Fuck it right in its dumb face!’ Amy’s mom came in during that last part, which wasn’t stellar, but ever since then it’s been better.
So now, it feels pretty much normal to be like this—curled up together having sleepover number seven billion.
(The fact that Karma’s wearing a cutesy little pink nightgown instead of a tanktop and sweats is a little weird, but whatever. Karma’s figuring herself out. If that means sleeping like I Dream of Jeannie, go for it.)
Amy will always feel all warm and fuzzy and hearts-in-her-eyes over Karma, at least in some corner of her heart, but it’s time to put that heart corner to rest. Move on. Karma even offered to help her with her online dating profile. Maybe now Amy will actually be able to take a profile picture that doesn’t make her look weirdly like Andy Samberg in a wig.
So instead of reading like twelve different hopeful meanings into what Karma said, Amy just replies, “Oh, the power of daily showering” and shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
fic: (you are) the girl that i’ve been dreaming of (faking it | amy/karma)
(you are) the girl that i’ve been dreaming of – Faking It ; Amy/Karma ; 1,500 words. In which Karma is acting weird, and Amy realizes why.
“You smell, like, really good today,” Karma says.
They’re snuggled up on Amy’s bed getting ready for a Don’t Trust The B In Apartment 23 Netflix marathon. It’s the sort of thing that couldn’t have happened six months ago, when everything was awful and they tiptoed around each other like strangers and Amy spent all of her time listening to Bon Iver and wanting to forget her whole life. Then one day, Karma finally lost it and shouted, ‘Look, we both screwed up, and we both screwed Liam Booker, but I will actually die if we’re not best friends anymore, so fuck this awkward bullshit! Fuck it right in its dumb face!’ Amy’s mom came in during that last part, which wasn’t stellar, but ever since then it’s been better.
So now, it feels pretty much normal to be like this—curled up together having sleepover number seven billion.
(The fact that Karma’s wearing a cutesy little pink nightgown instead of a tanktop and sweats is a little weird, but whatever. Karma’s figuring herself out. If that means sleeping like I Dream of Jeannie, go for it.)
Amy will always feel all warm and fuzzy and hearts-in-her-eyes over Karma, at least in some corner of her heart, but it’s time to put that heart corner to rest. Move on. Karma even offered to help her with her online dating profile. Maybe now Amy will actually be able to take a profile picture that doesn’t make her look weirdly like Andy Samberg in a wig.
So instead of reading like twelve different hopeful meanings into what Karma said, Amy just replies, “Oh, the power of daily showering” and shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
