#karmy fandom

Both.

Karma and Amy have a right to be upset.

I’m not on either side because they make equally valid arguments.

Amy wasn’t going to tell Karma she was leaving. Which is shitty. Amy left Karma crying all alone. Which was shitty.

In turn…

Karma kissed Amy in the pool, giving her hope. Which was shitty. Karma pretended to be okay and ignored Amy. Which was shitty

They are both right, and wrong.

But why argue who has the better say. We all (most) ship Karmy so let’s just be the beautiful fandom between the two.

We know you'll be endgame. Just let us enjoy loudly while it lasts. 

Sincerely

This wasn’t proofread! Message me with feedback, if you’d like. I wanna know if you enjoy reading this.

Chapter Twenty Three- Lesbian Jokes

     I shouted Amy’s name, but it was too late. All of the balls were pegged at her. She threw a ball she caught to the ground and it bounced so hard that it hit the ceiling. I stood up from the benches to get her after she ran out. Coach shook his head at me. I reluctantly sat down, staring at the doors she left from. What is up with people stopping me from running to Amy? I saw Oliver slip out. Yeah! Comfort her for me! You go, boy!

   I watched the rest of the dodgeball game, silently. The whistle blew and we went into the locker rooms. I got dressed and sprayed myself with some perfume. I left the room before the final bell even rang. No one would tell on me because ‘I’m going through a tough time’ in my life.

     I passed the nurse’s office while on my way outside. Something looked familiar. I back tracked and looked inside. Amy sat on the bed with Oliver. She was swinging her legs like a child. I smiled and watched as the nurse came over. She began talking. I couldn’t hear, so I moved in closer.

"-sorry." Amy looked frozen with surprise.

"You’re not going to help her because she supposedly harmed her girlfriend?" Oliver practically yelled.

"Calm down."

"No! I’m not going to calm down! This isn’t right, she didn’t hurt Karma! Booker did it and he totally douche-ed out during the annoucements, telling everyone about Amy’s birth father! If you won’t help Amy because of a rumor, you shouldn’t be responsible for this school’s health!" He grabbed Amy’s arm and pulled her out. High five, Oliver! I quickly followed them.

"Amy," I said, when I was close enough. I put a hand on her waist. She slapped it away before she noticed it was me. I drew my hand back. Her mouth was opened in an ‘o’ shape.

"I’m sorry, Karma!"

"Its fine, Amy. You’re just worried." She let out a sob and pulled me in a gentle hug. I winced as she accidentally touched a bruise. She let go and apologized again.

"Thanks for standing up for Amy, Ollie." He smiled and nodded.

"Ollie. I like that," he said, checking his watch. "I’m gonna go." I nodded and he left us alone. I tilted Amy’s chin up as she looked at the ground. I pecked her lips.

"Lets get our bags." She sighed and walked with me to our lockers.

     I laughed and nudged her shoulder. She was telling me about today and the stupid comments the idiots we call classmates made. She was starting to feel better after a few episodes of Lost Girl on Netflix.

"Why are you fucking Dyson! Team Doccubus," she shouted. "You have a sexy blonde duke!"

"Hm. Welcome back, Amy." She kissed my cheek and took her phone out. I rolled my eyes, knowing what she was doing. Another hate text to Liam. I had to admit, some of them were funny. The majority of her texts were lesbian jokes.

"Why was the lesbian sick," she muttered. "Because she was lacking vitamin D. I’d rather be sick than have your D." I never said they were good. I kept my laughs to myself. She slid her phone back into her pocket. She paused Lost Girl and turned to me. She gave me a lopsided smile and pressed her thumb onto my bottom lip. She dragged it down to my throat.

"Your lips are dry," she said. I shrugged. She got her bag and looked through it. She pulled out an EOS ball and twisted it open. She rubbed it across her lips and puckered. She extended it to me.

"Need some?" She asked. All I could do was nod. She put it in my hand. I put it to my lips, but she brushed my hand away. She planted her lips on mine, covering them in lip balm. She licked my bottom lip for entrance. I granted it, but when I opened my mouth, she pulled away. She reached for her phone and unlocked it.

"What do you call a lesbian with long nails? Single. Get it? I have short nails." I facepalmed myself and shook my head. I didn’t appreciate her stopping me when I’m hot and bothered to send another text to Liam. Neither did my southern regions. When she put her phone down, I grabbed her face and kissed her. Her teeth hit my upper lip since I caught her off guard.

"Ouch." I pulled away and touched my lip. Amy tilted my head back and checked it.

"It’ll be fine," she said. I nodded and leaned in again. She turned her head, making me kiss her pink cheek.

"Sorry. I’m not in the mood anymore." I don’t understand why that made my blood boil. I clenched my jaw.

"What do you mean ‘not in the mood’? We’ve only had fucking sex once! I’m sorry, is that too much?” I said through my teeth. Her jaw went slack. I took a deep breath and stood up.

"I know you’re miserable, but that doesn’t mean you have to make me feel the same way." I left a dumbfounded Amy on the couch as I went into my room. I locked the door and pressed my back against it. I slid down it like every other teenage drama movie when the girl is upset. I ran my fingers through my hair as I felt hot tears forming. I blinded and they fell on my lap as I put my head in my hands.

"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry," I repeated, addressing it to Amy even though she couldn’t hear.

"I love you so much," I said. "You aren’t listening, which makes this less nerve racking to admit the feelings I have for you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Raudenfeld. Or Raudenfeels, you get it?"

"You’re so stupid," I heard behind me. The door moved and a hollow thud followed that. I could almost feel her back. I smiled.

"so are you, Ms. Lesbian Jokes." I heard her laugh, which made me do the same. Suddenly, it seemed to turn into a contest of who could laugh the loudest. I would have won.

"Can you open the door, yet?" I got up and opened the door. Amy fell through and landed on her back.

"You couldn’t have warned me?" She asked, patting the back of her head. I just pecked her cheek.

"We’re horrible at being mad at each other." Amy nodded and hugged me.

"That’s not a bad thing," she said, her throat vibrated on my shoulder. I felt a sharp pain, but hid it so she wouldn’t let me go. My grip on her waist tightened.

"I love you so much, it hurts," I whispered. "In a good way." She pulled away.