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I started reading countless Naomily FanFics on here a few months ago, and inspiration struck so i thought i'd try to write a story or two of my own and see how it goes!
This is the first FanFic i've ever published so please, any constructive criticism you have would be greatly appreciated!
I'm going to try to post on this story at least once a week, hopefully more, but i start college next week so it might be a bit difficult at first, so just hang in there! I hope you'll give this a chance and let me know if you like it and anything i can do to make it better!
Disclaimer: I don't own skins, but if i did, series 7 would have been nothing but happy Naomily fluff!
I always believed everything happens for a reason. Every event, no matter how small or insignificant, was a part of something big. It was a build up to the life changing moments that were bound to happen. Tripping over a rope when when I was seven lead me to my best friend. Grabbing the wrong calculator when I was fourteen ended in my first real relationship. And stubbing my toe on a chair on my first day of college brought me my first love. It's always the little things that result in something huge. You never expect it, never feel it coming. It just happens, whether you're ready for it or not.
"Emily can you like, hurry the fuck up?" My lovely sister Katie's voice rang through our shared flat, "We're going to be fucking late!"
I rolled my eyes and put the back on the earring I had just shoved through my ear as I glanced over my outfit one last time, "Coming!" I shouted back before Katie had the chance to complain again.
My sister was known for a lot of things. Her forwardness, bitchiness, promiscuity, and over protective nature. She was not, however, known for her patience.
I quickly grabbed my bag and shoved my phone inside before walking out into our sitting room. Katie was stood next to the sofa, dressed in a tight black skirt that barely went past her arse and a very revealing purple blouse. If we had been going to a club or a party I'd say she looked perfect. But for a university orientation in the middle of the day the look was a little much.
"Christ Katie, couldn't you at least cover up your tits?" I asked as I grabbed a light jacket.
"I want to make an impression Emily," She said as if I was a child who needed everything to be explained to them, "The blokes at this school are well fit and I've got to make sure they know that Katie Fitch has arrived."
"You couldn't do that fully clothed?"
"Fuck off. I look better than you." She eyed me with an annoyed expression on her face, "Seriously Ems, I know you're all for munching the muff but you don't have to dress like such a fucking dyke."
I looked down at my skinny jeans, converse, and plaid button down, not at all understanding how it made me look like a dyke. Then again, to Katie, anything that didn't show off my legs, tits, or both, would make me look gay.
"Whatever, can we just go please?"
"I've been trying to leave for the last ten minutes." She shoved past me and walked out the door. Just like I always did over the nineteen years we'd been alive, I followed right behind her.
The orientation was a joke. We were sat in a room with about two hundred other new students, only to listen to several professors drone on for two hours about the rules of campus and what we should expect during our first year of university. I tried to pay attention, I truly did, but after the second professor started babbling about the campus PDA policy I started zoning out.
I was excited to finally be at university. I had ben looking forward to it most of my life. Getting to learn about things I was actually interest in, meet people who were interested in the same thing. The idea of it alone was the only thing that got me through the last year.
This university was my fresh start. Friends and lovers from my past would stay there, and I would move on with my life. Meet new people, find new hobbies, and do great things.
I was already planning on getting involved in some sort of volunteer organization. Whether I ended up at a soup kitchen or picking up litter on the side of the highway didn't matter. Just as long as I was doing something that made a difference to someone or something in the world.
Along with volunteering I knew I'd have to find an actual job eventually. Our parents were paying for the flat Katie and I shared so we could have some independence, despite them living less than a half hour from campus, but even with their help, katie and I were responsible for everything else. If we didn't want to starve we would have to find some sort of income.
"Emily, fucks sake stop staring off into space like that. You look like a freak." Katie snapped me back to our current surroundings. I was shocked to see many of the seats being vacated and the stage empty.
"Is it over?" I asked, sitting up in my chair and looking over at Katie. She was in the middle of giving her best flirty face to a good looking guy a few rows ahead of us.
"Yes it's over and I see a guy I'd like to shag," She winked at the guy and he stood up, walking toward us with a confident smile on his face, "You can pretty much fuck off now," She said, dismissing me with a wave of her hand. I rolled my eyes, completely used to her behaviour, before walking toward the exit of the building.
I didn't know my way around the are very well, so I ended up just wandering through the streets, no real destination in mind.
I could go back to the flat, but seeing as though we'd barely lived there a month there wasn't much to do and I'd just end up being bored out of my mind. So I continued to walk through the streets of Bristol.
After about twenty minutes I found myself outside the home I grew up in. I don't know what made me want to go home, maybe the reality that it really wasn't my home anymore, or maybe I just missed my parents. Either way, being stood outside the familiar door with a cat flap that was never used brought me a sense of comfort I didn't realise I had been seeking.
I knocked twice on the frosted glass to announce my arrival as I pushed the door open. It had only been a little over two weeks since the last time I was there, but I couldn't help but notice the few minor changes. The lack of Katie's pile of shoes next to the door being the most obvious one.
"Hello" I said loudly, my voice echoing through the seemingly empty house, "Is anybody home?"
The sound of cookery in the kitchen answered my question before my mother's voice could, "Emily? Is that you?" Her scottish accent replied.
"Yeah, we finished orientation so I thought I'd swing by and say hello," I said, walking into the kitchen.
My mum was at the cooker stirring something in a pot.
"Is Katie with you?" She asked without turning around.
"No, she went out with a guy she met at orientation," I explained, setting my bag on the table and sitting in one of the chairs.
"You didn't meet any nice boys?"
I rolled my eyes and rested my head on my arms.
"I'm still gay, mum," I sighed, "One day at university isn't going to change that."
This was an age old argument for us. Ever since I came out when I was fifteen, my mum had been being less than subtle in her attempts to find me a 'nice boy'. She'd let up after she met my college girlfriend, but I knew she would always be wishing for me to come home with a boy.
"Okay, so you didn't meet any nice girls then?" I smiled to myself, more than appreciating her attempts at finally accepting me. Even if it took a little nudging, I was grateful that she cared enough about me to at least try to look past the fact that I was gay.
"No, no nice girls either." She shot a slight smile over her shoulder before sprinkling some spices into her food. I was still smiling to myself like an idiot. My mother and I had a complex relationship. When I came out she wasn't exactly thrilled. I went through over a year of her denying the fact that I liked girls. Any time I would try to talk about a girl or even suggest bringing one home she would either ignore me completely or insist I was going through a phase. Too young to know what I was.
She was an absolute bitch to any girl who did come over and more than once refused to even let them past the front porch. Her behaviour lasted for almost two years. Until Peyton came along. I met her on my first day of college and was in love with her by the time the leaves started to change. We were together for eight months before she came over and met my mum. After a painfully awkward dinner, Peyton cornered my mum and gave her an earful for the way she had been treating me. I didn't ask her to, or even want her to, but she said she did it because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I didn't think it would make any difference, other than making my mum hate her, but I appreciated the sentiment.
To my complete surprise, the next day my mum sat down with me, told me she loved me no matter what I was, and invited Peyton to go up to Scotland with us for our summer holiday.
Things didn't change over night, and our relationship was still far from perfect, but we were working on it. Even though Peyton and I ended badly, i would always appreciate the things she did for me. If it wasn't for her, i probably wouldn't be able to sit comfortably in the kitchen with my mum, discussing the possibilities of meeting a girl. And for that, i was more than grateful.
I stayed at my parent's for dinner, and just after finally making it back to my flat a little after eight, Katie demanded I meet her at a pub. She was there with the guy from earlier, Frank or something, and a few of his mates.
I really didn't want to go out, especially with our first day of classes being the next day, but in the end I gave in. If only to get her to stop bugging me about it.
I walked up to the pub at about half eight and I could see Katie even before I entered. She was stood in the middle of the dimly lit room, arms crossed over her chest and glaring at a minimally dressed girl.
"..a fucking slag!" Katie shouted as I walked into the pub. The blonde girl's jaw dropped before she lifted her hand to, I'm assuming, slap katie. My sister reacted quickly though and caught the girl's arm before it could make contact, "Get the fuck out of theis pub and stay the fuck away from me and my friends," Katie spat. The girl glared at katie for a moment before turning and storming past me out of the pub.
I raised my eyebrows as I walked up to katie, she smirked smugly in return.
"Bitch tried snogging Freddie and called me a slut so I let the Fitch Bitch out," Sme smiled, hooking her elbow with mine and leaing me to a table in the far corner of the room. The guy from earlier, Freddie apparently, not Frank, was sat there next to a sandy haired guy with a contageous grin, a handsome dark skinned boy, and a young looking blonde girl.
Katie introduced me to all of them, and to say they were a unique bunch would be a bit of an understatement. Freddie was a tall lanky stoner with dark brown hair. He lazily smiled a lot and was smoking a spliff almost the entire time we were there.
Cook, Freddie's sandy haired best mate, was a twat. Trying to get into my pants from the moment I walked in. Even with his crude comments he was charming, and I actually kind of liked him.
The third guy, Thomas, was a very handsome and polite boy with a lovely French accent. He was calm, polite, and had a smile that could light up the room. His girlfriend, Pandora, was a complete opposite to his calmness and cook's crudeness. She was obnoxious and innocent, but in the most wonderful way.
If I met them separately I would never imagine any of them being friends, but together, they just worked. They brought out the best in each other and really knew how to have a good time.
Katie and I stayed at the pub with them for a while, casually drinking and talking. For the first time in a long while, I was genuinely enjoying myself. These people were so much easier to be around than my college friends. I didn't have to put up a front with them. I could just be myself and they didn't give a damn.
After agreeing to go to the club Thomas was running on Friday night, Katie and I happily walked home. Katie didn't have a lot of friends, mostly just people she would casually sleep with, but judging by the smile on her face, she liked these new people just as much as me.