Title: Lies our parents told us.
Author: tommykayketchup
Disclaimer: I own nothing but resentment for not owning Skins. :)
Rating: Not sure of rating systems, swearing, and conversations of a sexy nature...
Summery: What will happen to Naomi and Emily once a massive bombshell is dropped on them?
Pairing: Naomily.
I'm terrified. Tonight is the night where I finally 'properly' introduce my girlfriend to my parents. She's met them before, well…my mother, but that was before we were properly together. The meeting went tits up, and my mother turned her out of the house. Within reason though to be fair, I did announce I was fucking a 'beautiful girl named Naomi' the night before – At the dinner table! I announced it on the dinner table…not fucked her on the…
Okay, so yeah, the last meeting went arse over tits, but hopefully, this time will be better. Mum's been slowly coming around to my sexuality. She still refuses to believe it most days, and the days she does, she has an element of scepticism in her voice, but it's a start.
Dad's been more…willing to accept it…In fact, a bit too much. On a Sunday, he and I normally take a walk up to the newsagents a few roads away. (Dad says it'll be great for my hamstring, because it's up a huuuuge hill.) Anyways, when we get there he always offers to buy me a NUTS magazine. Which, is slightly terrifying, but at least he believes me now. We don't walk to the shop together anymore. My therapist told me not to.
Katie and James have been nothing but great about it now. Katie…still dislikes Naomi. Well…dislikes is too polite, but they get on with each other when I'm around, so what more could I ask for. If they weren't ripping each other, then they wouldn't be themselves.
James is awesome about it. Granted, he does ask me intimate questions, which I beat the shit out of him for…but at least he's showing an interest. He's starting to mellow down a bit now. He peers through the keyhole in the bathroom, a lot less, and he's spending less and less time at Gordon's. Thank God. Gordon was a creep. A seriously…weird freak. He'd come and stay the night sometimes, and while James was playing on his Xbox, he would just sit staring at him. I'm sure I even saw him get a semi when James bent over…but…who am I to judge. HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY, and all that shizz. Woohoo.
I'm almost ready to meet Naomi. Borrowed Katie's purple top, and wearing my yellow tights. Katie's already told me to change because they clash with my hair, but I don't really care. It's not as if Naomi really dates me for my fashion sense, not when her own is so tragically warped. I politely remind Katie that if both I and Naomi are looking utterly shit, it can only make her look better, which she smiles, and rearranges her bra in the mirror. Classy.
The walk from the bus went fast. I arrive at Naomi's in no time, and ring the doorbell eagerly. Gina greets me with a warm smile, and a tender hug. I love arriving at Naomi's. I always feel much more welcome there than at my own house!
"Naomi is just getting changed…having a few… 'Wardrobe problems' as she put it." Gina tells me with a whisper.
I just smile and nod. We both look up at the loud banging coming from upstairs, and a load declaration of "SHIT" coming from the lips of my dearest girlfriend.
I hear the door open from upstairs, and begin to get myself ready to see my girlfriend, who without fail takes my breath away.
"Mum. Is that Emily? Send her up here…" Naomi calls, less than impressed, and the door slams shut again.
I just laugh, and give a reassuring nod to Gina, who is chuckling into her cup of tea. She calls back to me as I make my way up the stairs to her door.
"Oh, Emily dear…she's terrified…look after her."
I never ever thought I would hear Gina say that about her own daughter, but I take a deep breath, and nod. "I'd never do anything other." I knock briefly on her door before entering. I know she invited me up, but I know how important her space is to her.
"Come in, Ems." Naomi says instantly, and my heart skips a beat just hearing her voice.
"Hey, gorgeous." I say calmly, and give her a kiss hello. She kisses back, but I can feel her tense under my grasp. "What's wrong?"
"I…I don't have any fucking…grown up clothes. They are all shit…or flowery…or have pigs on or…fuck. I'm not fucking grown up enough to….fucking…meet your parents, and they won't fucking like me…and…I don't fucking get it."
I stare at her trying to take in her very quick, very nervous rant at me. I hold my hand out, and link it with hers; rubbing her hand with the pads of my thumb, hoping to reassure her in some way. I'm praying that she doesn't tell how nervous I am, too. I need to be strong for her.
"Hey…it's going to be alright."
She opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again before rooting through her wardrobe throwing every shirt, skirt, and top that comes in her way. "Fuck." She cries.
"Look…Nay…this doesn't matter. Okay…I don't care what you wear…you could meet them in a bin liner, and I wouldn't care."
"I just…I want to prove them wrong. Show them that I'm not an ogre. Show them that I'm a nice person…but…they won't do that if I'm sitting in a pig shirt."
"Wear it. It'll be a conversation piece. I'm sure my dad would love it…"
"Yeah, meanwhile your mother is staring daggers at me..."
"Nay…look. The whole thing tonight is to show them that we're serious. You just need to go, and talk to them, show them that you're amazing, and that I'm right to fall for you, and prove to them that you aren't going to hurt me, and that we are perfect together. Okay." I press a kiss to her forehead, and hope to ease her worries, although not easing mine.
Naomi makes some kind of mumbling noise which I laugh at her for. She pouts, and hangs her head. "I'm scared."
I smile sadly at her, and give her a much needed hug. "I know you are baby, and so am I. But…I'm glad meeting my family means so much to you."
"I just…I want them to like me…but it's hard…because…your mother is like…a much…stronger scarier…Katie…and that thought that there's more of her, scares me shitless; more so than sitting with her for a meal."
I can't help but laugh at her. "Katie will be fine. Promise."
"Okay…so…if I wear…the black shirt….with this skirt, and…my comfy shoes…?"
"…you'll look perfect babe." I say with a kiss. Finally, we can get this evening underway.
