A/N: Here's chapter 2 guys! Thanks for all your follows and favorites, it really means a lot to me that people enjoy reading my story, so I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the first one! I updated chapter 1 too, there's no new content, I basically just corrected my grammar mistakes, thanks to luvtheheaven for beta-ing my story :) This chapter isn't betaed yet, but I'll update it on Tuesday.

Chapter 2: Princess

Amy was slowly opening her eyes, being dazzled by the sun. Reagan was behind her, one arm around her girlfriend. She slowly turned around, trying not to wake her up. Amy was just looking at her, thinking what seemed like the 100th time, what it was about the girl that fascinates her the way it does. Reagan was the first person ever who could make her stop thinking about Karma, in a good way. She knew she were in love with Karma, but ever since she met Reagan…this was different, exciting, it felt right, and most important, she knew that she wasn't the only one feeling that way. She was never so aware of how much the older girl already meant to her in the little time they knew each other than in that moment.

"You're staring." Reagan muttered, still not opening her eyes.

"No, I'm not", she whispered back, now smiling.

"Yes, you are, you're creepy" You could hear the amusement in the older girls' voice.

"I just like looking at you. You're beautiful."

She was smiling at Reagan, who now had opened her eyes, looking back with a slight blush on her cheeks. Amy laughed, she still couldn't believe that she actually can make her blush, well, sometimes.

"Stop it! Don't laugh at me!" Reagan said, now more awake as she sat up. She grabbed the pillow she was sleeping on before and hit Amy right in the face.

"That's what you get for laughing at me!" She laughed.

"How dare you?", Amy asked with a played shocked expression.

"Aww, I'm sorry, did I do something you didn't like, Shrimp Girl? How about you come here and do something about it?" Reagan asked with a smirk on her face and one of her eyebrows lifted.

"Whoa, okay, that's it!" And with that, Amy grabbed her own pillow and smashed it in her girlfriends' face, who fell straight with her back on Amy's bed. Seeing her chance, she quickly straddled her girlfriend, pinning her hands over her head.

"So what do you wanna do about that now?" Amy muttered with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Well, I could think about a few things I would like to do right now…" With that, the younger girl leaned down to lock her lips with Reagans. Amy could feel her smiling in the kiss while slowly playing with the hem of her shirt.

"Hey, Amy, have you seen my - oh my god, okay, OH MY GOD, I-I'll just, uhm, gonna…" Lauren was standing in Amy's door, clearly shocked about what she just witnessed.

Amy quickly jumped off of Reagan, startled by her step-sister.

"God, Lauren, what are you doing here, have you ever thought about knocking?" She asked her. They bonded over the last few weeks and hang out sometimes with Reagan and Theo, but that doesn't mean she's not embarrassed about being seen by her like this.

"I, uhm, I'm sorry, I just wanted-"

"It's okay, princess, no big deal, just go now, okay?" Reagan had one of her provocative smiles on her face.

"Don't call me that! Amy, tell your stupid girlfriend to shut up!"

Reagan and Lauren got always into fights like that, most of the timer because of Reagan calling her "princess". Amy would be happy to just ignore both of them, but unfortunately, they always think it's a good idea to drag her into their fight. Amy sighed.

"First, Reagan isn't stupid, and second, you two can do that out on your own, but later, can you leave us alone now, please Lauren?" She was nearly begging by now.

"Okay, fine. But you," she was pointing at Reagan "for the last time, stop calling me princess!" She then turned around and slammed the door shut.

"Well, that was a nice way to wake up. What?" Amy was glaring at her.

"Stop calling her that, it doesn't do much but making her like you even less. You know she's my sister, and she's actually a really good friend if you know her better. She's not nicer than to anyone else, but still a good friend."

"But she is a princess. The princess of the devil, but still." Reagan joked, trying to get the blonde girl on her side. "Reagan."

"Okay, fine, I won't do it anymore. But at least tell her how to knock on doors, that wasn't the first time.

"Good girl." She planted a quick kiss on her cheek before getting up from her bed. "You wanna get breakfast?"

„I'd love to, but I actually have to go now", she said with an apologetic look on her face.

"What? But why?" She was disappointed. She couldn't spend as much time with her girlfriend as she'd want to, because of all the DJ gigs and catering she has to do. That's probably why she was so happy that Reagan wanted her to keep her company this weekend.

"I have to pack some stuff, and you should probably do that too, we have to go in like-", she took her phone from the nightstand and looked at it for a brief moment, "4 hours". Amy stood there, pouting at the brunette girl.

"Hey," Reagan said, going closer to her, "You'll get to spend the rest of the weekend with me, plus, I'll get you Donuts on the way, okay?"

You could immediately see Amys face light up as Reagan mentions the word "Donuts". She knew exactly how to cheer her girl up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, and if you go getting your stuff together right now, I'll get the big box", she was grinning at her girlfriend.

"Deal!" she practically yelled at her and disappeared quicker than Reagan ever saw her in the bathroom. She grinned to herself about how adorable her girlfriend was and slowly made her way to the door.

"Hey, aren't you going to say me goodbye?" she said laud enough for Amy to hear. And just as quickly as she disappeared she came back. She looked her deep in her eyes, gently cupping her cheek, and then she kissed her. It was a slow, long kiss, the ones Reagan secretly loved the most. Amy slowly backed up after a couple of seconds. "See you soon", Amy smiled at her, quickly making her way to the bathroom again.

Reagan went downstairs to her truck. Sitting in the seats, she couldn't help but smile to herself, she was sure she had fallen for the blonde girl. She knew Amy was different, she wasn't like her ex. She knew, she wasn't a phase to her, Amy even told her that the night after the pageant. But she had to admit that she was a little afraid. She shook her head. No, she knew it wasn't the same, and she knew Amy would never hurt her. With that, Reagan drove to her apartment to pack her stuff for the weekend.