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AU, We all know and love Amy but I decided to change it up a bit, I give you, Amerson, Amy’s male equivalent. In case anyone finds it hard picturing OCs, Amerson looks like Caleb Ruminer, Crash from Finding Carter.
Karma thinks that Amerson needs a girlfriend, but none of the girls are interested, so she decides the best course of action is to fake-date him so that the other girls will see what they are missing.
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"I’m gonna go get us something to drink," Karma places her hand on my thigh for a second to catch my attention before springing up from her seat. I watch as she quickly disappears into the crowd and I’m left sitting in the middle of the party on my own.
I really need to stop saying ‘yes’ to Karma, I think to myself and scoff. Yeah, that’s gonna happen.
Karma is taking a suspiciously long time getting the drinks and the room is rapidly increasing in population. I think I last about 30 seconds before I can’t take it anymore, getting up from the couch I fiddle with my shirt to straighten it out and walk out a set of glass doors in the backyard. I’ll give Shane props, the guy got a jumping castle for this party and if it was so heavily occupied i probably would have gone for a bounce. Deciding to instead sit down on a couch I’m quite content to sit in silence but Shane walks runs up and playfully whacks me on the leg.
"Hey, having fun?" Shane is way too enthusiastic for my liking but i smile at him anyway.
"So much fun," I respond dryly.
"Where’s your girlfriend?" Shane asks curiously and I raise my eyebrow at him in confusion.
"Do you mean Karma?"
"Duh, who else?" Shane has a smirk on his face but before I can correct him about the state of my friendship with Karma he speaks again.
"Just tell, how did you make it out of the friendzone?"
"Come again?" I’m genuinely confused at this point, knowing full well that I’m still firmly in the zone of friends.
"Did you make the first move or did she?" Shane is getting more and more excited while I’m simply becoming more and more uncomfortable.
"I won’t tell anyone, Gay Scout’s honour," Shane holds up a hand with his fingers crossed and I stand up abruptly.
"Thanks again for the party, I need to not be here right now," I tell him and hurry off before he has time to say anything. In my rush I accidentally run into a girl and narrowly avoid getting my donut shirt soaked with beer, thankfully she only spills her drink on my jeans.
"Oh God, I’m sorry," the girl apologizes immediately when she catches sight of my newly soaked jeans.
"It’s fine," I assure her and try to wipe the worst of the mess off with my hands.
"Here let me help you," the girl offers and I can tell she means well but I stop her before her hands get too close.
"I appreciate the concern but I think this situation will be a little bit awkward if your hands venture any closer to my um, business," I level my gaze on the girl’s, admittedly attractive face and watch as understanding dawns and she goes red.
"Oh gosh," the girl mumbles more to herself than to me.
"Yeah, I’m just gonna head to the bathroom and try and mop this up," I tell her and she nods quickly.
"Yeah, that’s a good idea. Sorry again," the girl apologizes and I give her a smile before heading back inside in search of the bathroom. I try unsuccessfully to dry my jeans but after a solid five minutes I give up and start to look for Karma. To my relief I find her sitting on a couch, the relief is short lived though because I see that she is sitting next to him.
"Karma, I think I’ve about reached my patience with this party," I deliberately ignore Pretty Boy and focus solely on Karma. I’m waiting for a response but I notice her attention is focused downwards.
"I’d appreciate it if you didn’t stare Karms," I say after clearing my throat to capture her attention.
"What happened?" Karma asks after a moment, she too had to clear her throat and shake her head a little bit before speaking. Before I can respond he speaks and I’m reminded of his presence,
"Raudenfeld, have a little accident did we?" he asks with a smirk and I fix him with one of my own.
"Indeed I did Booker, I heard the shit you were spouting and I was so busy laughing I accidentally spilt my drink," I reply and his smirk is replaced with a scowl.
Karma giggles a little bit and I take her hand before tugging her onto her feet and making my way through the newly gathered crowd in the living room. I don’t let go of her hand until I have put distance between us and Booker. Unfortunately I realize too late that Shane is giving a speech and before I know it Karma and I are being pulled into the middle of the circle of people.
"I’d like to congratulate Amerson here for making it out of the friendzone," Shane snakes in between us and holds up our hands as the crowd applauds.
"That takes real guts, and I think that’s the type of guy we need for our Homecoming King. Who’s with me?" Shane calls out and everyone breaks out in cheers of agreement. In the corner of my eye I see Lauren scowling at the edge of the circle, after a second though I see a smirk cross her face and I can tell she has something planned that will no doubt. I’m pulled from my thought s when the crowd starts chanting my name I and turn to Karma who has a sheepish look on her face; although I can tell she is enjoying the newfound attention.
"I told you we shouldn’t have come," I yell to her just to be heard over the noise of our peers.
"I blame you for that," I grumble as I lay back on Karma’s bed.
"Well, at least now they know our names," Karma says hopefully but I just shoot her a look.
"Why would they think that we are dating?" I ask in exasperation.
"Well we do spend a lot of time together," Karma points out and I just sigh.
"We are best friends; of course we spend a lot of time together. Thank God the voting age is 18, teenagers are idiots,"
I get up from the bed a retrieve a new shirt and a pair of sweats from my bag before walking to the corner of the room. Facing away from Karma I strip off my shirt and step out of my now beer scented jeans, before pulling on my sweats. I don’t put on my shirt just yet but I have it in my hands as I turn around to speak to Karma again, “You know, your parents are surprisingly okay with me staying over all the time,”
I swear Karma’s eyes linger on my torso before she brings her gaze to meet mine and shrugs, “I think they think we are dating as well,”
"That’s just great," I reply dryly, although my voice is slightly muffled as I tug my shirt down over my head and make my way over to the bed and lay down.
"Oh well, it just means that I get you as a pillow," Karma replies and immediately tucks herself under my arm. I grumble a little bit when she slips her cold hands up under my shirt and onto my stomach but she just snuggles closer to me.
"Night Karms," I mumble, and reach over to turn of the lamp on the bedside table.
"Night Ams," Karma returns quietly, her voice already heavy with drowsiness.
We all know and love Amy but I decided to mix things up a little, allow me to introduce Amerson, Amy’s male equivalent.
Karma decides that Amerson needs a girlfriend, but it seems that none of the girls are interested. To solve this problem Karma decides to fake-date Amerson to make the other girls realize what they are missing.
Amerson looks like Caleb Ruminer, who plays Crash on Finding Carter.
"Ams,Ams, Amerson, Amy," That one gets him and Amerson looks up at me with annoyance on his face.
"You know I hate it when you call me Amy," he replies and I grin at him.
"I could call you Ass if you’d like," All I get out of him is a glare this time.
"Anyway, what were you thinking about? You were totally out of it," I ask and I swear his cheeks turn a shade redder than they were.
"What? Nothing, I wasn’t thinking about anything," Amerson replies a little too quickly.
I don’t buy it but I laugh and toss a skittle at him, “Okay weirdo,”
Amerson sees it coming and catches the skittle before popping it into his mouth and turning his attention to his phone.
"Are you texting your girlfriend?" I tease and he rolls his eyes before looking up at me again.
"You know I don’t have a girlfriend Karms," Amerson’s tone is exasperated but his face holds a hint of a smile.
"So who are you texting then?"
"I’m texting Oliver,"
"Oh, so your boyfriend then?" I ask innocently.
"Oh my God," Amerson groans in frustration, "I do not have a significant other alright, at least no one besides you,"
I’m having too much fun to let this go just yet, “Okay, okay, not your boyfriend. Perhaps he’s simply a snuggle buddy then,” I let out a little shriek of laughter as Amerson lunges at me.
"That’s it," Amerson yells before pinning me beneath his tall frame and tickling me. I can’t contain my giggling and I’m about to call mercy but there in a knock on my door. In an instant Amerson rolls off of me and lands beside me on my bed as my mother opens the door and walks in. She must catch sight of our flushed faces because she lets out a sigh,
"Karma, I told you that your father and I have no problem with your choice of intimacy but you really need to put something out to warn us,"
Amerson’s eye widen as he realizes what she means but before he can form a sentence I jump in and respond, “It’s okay Mom, we weren’t doing anything intimate. If we were I would put a scarf on the door knob,”
Amerson goes an even darker shade of red and blurts out, “Not that we are, we aren’t. We are just friend, best friends, but friends. There is no intimacy here, nothing intimate,”
My mother has a look of sympathetic understanding, “Relax sweetie, I’m not judging the two of you at all,”
Amerson is speechless as she smiles again and leaves my room.
"Well that’s great; your parents think I am up here doing unspeakable things to their daughter. Zen’s gonna kill me with some forming of peaceful punishment if he finds out,"
Amerson rolls over and buries his head into the pillow before grumbling, “Fan-freaking-tastic,”
"On the plus side, if you were doing unspeakable things to me my parents would be cool with it," I roll on my side and place my hand on his, admittedly muscular, back in an attempt to make him feel better.
"Great, that makes me feel so much better," Amerson turns his head on the side and looks at me, I swear he tensed when my hand touched him but I just shrug it off as my imagination.
"You know, if you had a girlfriend there wouldn’t be any confusion about the intimacy of our friendship,"
"My God Karma, what is with you and me getting a girlfriend? I’ll get one when I get one," Amerson raises his voice and for a moment I can hear real anger in his voice but he closes his eyes for a second and when he reopens them he is back to his usual flippant self.
"Sorry, it just gets repetitive after a while," Amerson apologizes.
"It’s fine, I just thought that maybe if you got a girlfriend I could work up the courage to really go after Liam. You never know, if it all worked out we could all go on a double date or something," I respond in a quiet voice.
"Oh yes, because I’d just love to spend some time with him,” Amerson’s response is heavy with sarcasm but there is a hint of bitterness in there as well.
"Why do you always do that when I mention Liam?" I ask in exasperation and Amerson looks at me for a moment.
"We’ve been over this Karma; I just don’t like the guy. Something about him just makes me uncomfortable; he doesn’t strike me as a good guy," Amerson sighs, tired of this conversation already.
"From what I’ve heard he’s actually a really nice guy. He’s caring and tolerant and he’s an artist," My mind travels to the first day I saw him, he didn’t actually talk to me but I swear he smiled at me.
"An artist, please, he probably spends his time in the art room whacking away at something with a hammer every time something doesn’t go his way," Amerson scoffs and I decide it’s time to change the subject.
"Shane Harvey is having a party tomorrow night, do you wanna go?" I ask hopefully and Amerson fixes me with a look.
"No, I don’t. Not at all," Amerson replies dryly. Instead of responding I give him a look and he sighs, "Can’t we just stay home and watch Skins?"
"Kathryn Prescott and Lily Loveless are total babes, but we need to get out there and make friends if we ever want to be popular," I point out and he rolls his eyes at me.
"I think you’ll find I don’t want to be popular, I’m quite content to spend my weekends eating junk food and watching TV shows with my best friend."
"Come on Ams, just do this for me please?" I pull out the pout and I see his resistance crumble before me.
"Fine," Amerson mumbles while still managing to look annoyed.
"Yes, you’re the best Amy," I can’t contain my excitement and I pull him into a hug before kissing him on the cheek. He definitely tenses this time.
"I know I am," Amerson murmurs in response after a moment.
"What am I going to wear?" I ask after I pull away from the hug, "What are you gonna wear?"
"I’m wearing my donut shirt, and I don’t give a damn what anyone says about it. If I have to go and be around our drunken, sex-crazed peers I’m going to be comfortable while I do it," Amerson responds in certainty and I know there is no point in arguing with him. When it comes to food based clothing, it is an argument that he will always win. If anything I should be grateful that he doesn’t want to wear his bacon sweats, although I’ll admit he does look rather good in them.
"I’m saying this now and I mean it, I am not playing Spin the Bottle," Amerson states and I’m pulled from my thoughts of how good his clothing looks on him.
"Don’t worry, I promise I won’t put you through that. If the party sucks we can just go home and the emotional struggle that is Emily and Naomi,"
I should stick to my many other stories but I had an idea for a story I could do. College AU, Karma has a twin sister(probably with another hippy dippy name), Karma meets Amy, her sister meets Liam. Mistaken identity causes problems. Sound good?
I think it sounds good, go for it. I am sure the community agrees!
It sounds like a lot of good plots and twists can come from it too.
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