A/N: Hello everyone, here's another story that happened to pop into my head, let me know if it's one worth pursuing. Thanks. Reviews will be accepted with the utmost appreciation. ;)

Title: Running Without Direction

Featuring: Naomily! (Not together right away…) And likely the rest of the Gen 2 characters, with possible appearances of Gen 1 folks.

Basics: AU. Yet, references the original. (Too lazy to give you a better summary than that… Just read it, yeah?)

Rating: T, I like to swear and heat things up. ^_^

Okay, enough nonsense. Here's the good stuff…

Chapter One: Prologue To Running

"I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU, EMILY!" The woman stood up, slamming her hands on the table rustling all the silverware while her chair fell to the floor from the harsh movement, towering over her short daughter.

"Don't be rash love." The man seated at the opposite side of the table looked between two of the people he loved that were fighting, with softness in his eyes. This wasn't their first fight and he always tried to remain calm and reign in his wife before too much damage was done to either of them.

There were only two others still sitting at the table, one a girl and the other a boy. The girl looked much like the one standing on the other side of the table, however instead of anger written all over her face, she seemed more annoyed as if this fight was normal and of frequent occurrence. The boy, younger than everyone else was looking between his mother and angry sister with worry. He hated it when they fought, he knew that his mother was being unfair to his sister but at the same time, his sister was rubbing their differences in her mothers face, he just wished they could compromise and stop fighting.

Everyone watched as the red-headed glared at her mother for a moment before flipping her off and storming out, each step she took on the staircase to upstairs echoes through the house with a loud rage. Her departing words float through the air, filling the room with an uncomfortable silence. "Fine, I'm moving out."

The mother collapses in her chair and starts weeping, "I can't do this anymore." The father gets up, pushing his chair back and dropping the fork holding an unrecognizable food on his plate that he had been about to take a bite of, walking around the table to pull his wife back off her chair and pull her into a tight hug, whispering to her it would be okay.

The twin takes the opportunity to escape while her parents were distracted, in hopes to sort out her sister before she did something stupid. She followed her brother up the steps, but instead of going left towards his room, she made a right into the room she shared with her sister.

"Emily, what the fuck are you doing?" The sister was standing in the middle of the room, watching as Emily was all over the place grabbing random articles of clothing and a few objects from here and there.

"I'm leaving, Katie. I'm not dealing with that bitch anymore." She throws a red tank top in her bag, not really paying attention to exactly who's shirt it is.

"That's my top!" As important as sorting out her sister was, Katie felt it was easier to deal with more normal sister interactions, such as arguing over possessions.

"Fucking take it." The red-head threw the top into her sister's face carelessly, before violently opening a few drawers of the bureau against the wall and grabbing a few items that she was sure were her own, unlike her sister, not in the mood to talk about stupid little things. She only stopped when her sister grabbed her arm in a sudden attempt to make her stop moving and to look at her. "What, Katie?" Emily didn't want to throw her anger at her sister, but right now she was heated and needed to just leave.

"Emily, please don't go."

"I can't stay here, Katie. She doesn't want me here, not that it matters to me, because I don't want to be here anymore."

Katie's eyes were welling up with tears, immediately regretting what came out of her mouth, "She's just trying to help you Emily. We're all trying to fucking help you… If you just fucking listened…"

The girl pulled her arm away from her sister, her anger equal to the fiery color of her hair now. That was the last straw, she was sick of accepting her sister's stupid excuses and blaming them on misunderstandings. Right now, her sister was being just as bad as Jenna. At least close enough, to make her impossibly more pissed.

"I'M GAY. THERE'S NOTHING TO FUCKING BE HELPED. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG EXCEPT FOR THIS FUCKING FAMILY. JUST FUCK OFF." Emily narrowed her eyes at her shocked sister before kicking over a nightstand with a glass lamp that shattered on the floor, despite the soft carpeting. On that note the red-head grabbed one final thing and shoved it into her pocket before starting to walk out of the room with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

Katie was following her out all the way to the room that's left of the staircase. She watched the short interaction between her siblings, anger and sadness overpowering her, the conflicting emotions having an all out internal battle of their own.

"Emily, please don't go, I promise I'll try and make everything better. Don't leave me with them…" The boy had his arms wrapped around his sister's waist, his voice slightly muffled while he buried his head into her shoulder. His tears were getting his sister's top wet, while hers were falling atop his head onto his hair.

"I'm sorry James; I just have to do this. I'll keep in touch with you okay? You have my mobile." She bit her lip, knowing she was going to miss him the most. If there was anything tempting her to stay, it was him. Hope for change had been long abandoned by her, so there was no reason she would stay for that.

"I know you do. I know it's not healthy for you here. Just don't abandon me completely. Please…" He was whispering, more reassuring himself than saying it for his sister. James had to convince himself it was for the best otherwise he may never let his sister go.

Katie took a few steps more into the room as the two pulled apart. "Emily don't go, James needs you." The red-head pulled James into a tight hug before walking right up to their sister, fuming with frustration.

"You don't need me, but James does. I get it, which is why I'll be keeping in touch with him. Goodbye Katie. I don't need you either." She watched as her sister's watery eyes dripped down her cheeks and lip started trembling before brushing past her and re-slinging the bag over her shoulder.

Her feet thundered quickly down the steps, she heard her parents voices coming closer as they rushed towards the commotion. Emily turned to face her parents, for what she knew to possibly very well be the last time she may see them, depending on what they were about to say to her. Shifting on her foot with her eyebrow raised she forced herself to give them the benefit of the doubt and her attention.

Her mother brushed her own black hair behind her ear and wiped a few tears with a crumpled tissue she had in her clenched hand. Her father was standing between the two of them, unsure of what was to be said. He waited for one of them to make the first move, not wanting to take sides and have it bite him in the butt later on, as much as he loved both of them.

"Emily, don't go. It's just a phase. We'll all grow out of it…" Her mother pled, taking a step closer for good measure. Her father cleared his throat uncomfortable with his wife's last words, but too scared to intervene, knowing the tension was increasing and he was about to lose one of the people he loved.

"What don't you get Jenna? You are the one with growing up to do! Have James tell me when you grow out of your immature, fucking over-conservative, miserably unfortunate, terrible and twisted outlook on what life should be, kay?" Emily looked to her father, "Bye Rob. It's been nice, mostly. But perhaps you should stop trying to conform to other people's values if you don't agree to them? Namely, Jenna's. I know you don't think she's right, but just fucking standing there and doing nothing isn't any better than silent disagreeing."

The red-head felt a hot tear fall down her face when she looked into her father's eyes and saw years of regret, shame, and sorrow. She opened the door, not bothering to slam it shut behind her before starting off down the road. They didn't even shout after her, not that she expected them to. She pulled out her mobile and scrolled down to the name she was searching for.

Text – James – 'Sorry. I'm not abandoning you. You'll be okay James. I'm sorry. I love you. Love Emily.'

She sat down on a bus-stop bench placing her bag on the ground in front of her feet. She wrapped one of the straps around her foot so as not to tempt any passer-by possible thieves. She pulled her mobile back out of her pocket when it vibrated.

Text – Emily – 'I'll be fine. Take care of yourself. Love ya. –Jakey.'

Despite the strong anger and resentment she was feeling, she couldn't help but smile at the happy memory that he reminded her of when she saw how he signed it. 'Jakey' was the nickname she had given him a few years ago when she caught him perving on his sister. 'Ja' for James, and 'key' short for keyhole. One of the numerous names she had come up with him during their spontaneous and playful banters.

She realized there was a stupid smile that was on her face and wiped it away, oddly wanting to feel the anger that had just been consuming her seconds ago. Emily picked up her bag and climbed into the bus that had just arrived. She practically gagged as the smell of the free public transportation unit invaded her nostrils. She looked around for the source, hoping to stay clear of it and found an empty seat all the way at the back. Breathing through her mouth she leaned her head against the window watching the neighborhood she had grown so familiar with, disappear.

She had no idea where she was running to, all that mattered right now was creating distance. Listening her hardest to the angry voice telling herself to be brave and follow through with what she said, not cave in and run back to her mum like a scared little girl only to be let down once again by the non-existence of the maternal figure she wished for.

The smells had stopped bothering her, the tapping of feet and flipping of newspaper pages faded away, the low humming of a homeless man a few seats away, and the oldies music on a barely audible volume playing out over the bus speakers. She welcomed anything that would distract her from the emotional drain that was exhausting her. Emily almost happily welcomed the rain that started to crash against the window, lulling her to a deep sleep.

I think that was the most well written thing I've wrote before. Poor Emily, hopefully things will start to get better. Wonder where she's off to.

Kindly, please, let me know what you think? Suggestions are welcome, as I don't have much of a plan (nothing out of the ordinary for me…)

Thank you for reading! Sincerely, Shira.