Hello my lovely readers, this is my first fanfic, but get ready because it's going to be a very long one. Full of lust, romance, want, and need WITH very quality smut scenes (in my opinion at least.) Sit back, relax and read away and please don't forget to write a review. A new chapter will be uploaded every other day, shall we begin?

i do NOT own skins, though i would die if i did!

It was another cold cloudy day here in Bristol and here I am walking my arse to bloody fucking work. My job at the moment is as an intern for some stupid bloke whom Effy, (my best mate) told me payed well and would only have me doing few simply tasks throughout the day. Once i entered the small building where he holds his business I was fucking shivering due to the damn weather in this town.

"Morning Naomi," cane a voice straight from my left. It was Louis, my wanker of a boss. "Good morning, Louis, what will i be helping with today?" He handed me a long list full of chores such as picking up his dry cleaning across town at 4.25p.m or getting him his usual lunch across the street at 12.15p.m sharp.

I shrugged, letting a small quiet sigh escape from my lips. This was going to be another long fucking day working in hell. Taking the list, I turned around about ready to exit the small building to get some work done when i felt a masculine hand reach around, giving my bum a tight squeeze. "Erm, excuse my Louis, but what in the actual FUCK do you think you're getting at?!" I shouted at him. Fucking hell, i don't even know why on earth i settled for such a job. Oh wait, yeah i actually do. I settled for this shitty job because my true love is writing. It takes my mind off of all the bullshit that's circling the world, you know? I just need some extra cash so i can bring a few of my stores to get looked at.

"Touching a mighty fine fit arse babe, what does it fucking look like?" Louis said to me with his eyebrows wiggling up and down. Keep your cool Naomi, keep your fucking cool and do it for the cash i told myself. "As lovely as you are Louis, I really should get going," and without another word I was already out of that building and onto the sidewalk. Another fun day in the life of Naomi fucking Campbell.

After running all around town doing everything on the list, I was on my way back to lock up. Taking my phone out it was only 6.20p.m, thank fuck, at least something was on my side. I dropped by the office to drop off everything, i locked up and grabbed my bag off of my desk to begin my walk home. Taking out a fag and letting the soothing feeling of nicotine take over through my body. Luckily I only life about two blocks away from work so within no time, I found myself stomping out the butt to my fag outside of my flat.

I live in a small flat on the corner of the street, across from a little park. With brick walls on the outside and a bright blue front door, I think it's rather cut actually, though Effy begs to differ. I live with my best mate Effy, she's been my best mate since i can remember, which i think only goes back to college. She's always been there for my no matter what the fuck i was on about. I love that girl to death, seriously. Effy had been the only person to be there for me when I came out to my mother and even though she took it well, it still gave me so much comfort knowing Effy was there for me in the end, even if my mother had rejected me.

"Is that you Naoms?" I heard Eff shout from the kitchen as i walked through the door. Walking into the kitchen to find her on her little laptop with a glass of wine and a lit spliff resting between her lips. I yanked it from her mouth and put it up to mine, taking a deep long drag and letting the smoke flow through my mouth. "Busy day with Louis i'm taking it?" she asked me with a smirk creeping up on her face. I nodded, taking another slow drag and then setting the spliff down in the ashtray.

"Yeah, real busy. The fucking tosser grabbed my fucking arse, again!" Effy instantly let out a serious of laughs escape from her lips, making it hard for me to keep a straight face. "We're going out tonight Naoms, so get washed up, yeah?" Effy said to me with her 'i know i sound like i don't want to get wasted, but i will' tone of voice. "What, why! I have been running across town and back all day. I'm tired Eff, fucking tired." She looked up from her computer screen, "I've got a interview with some band at a local pub, I think you can handle for a hour or so Naoms. We'll show up, do the interview, have a few drinks and we'll leave, yeah?" Ok, i can do a few drinks, but nothing is worse then getting pissing trashed on a night before work. I nodded and wet upstairs to change.

We where out the door, walking our way through beautiful night time Bristol. Effy works as a editor/interviewer for some music magazine and it's rather popular actually. Eff loves her job a lot, which makes me kind of jealous because I fucking can not wait for the day I quit working as a shit intern for Louis and actually make money doing something i enjoy.

When we finally reached the pub it looks like a complete shit hole, dear god. "Are you sure this is the place Eff? This seriously looks like i'm going to find a rat tail in my pint or something." As usual, she just gave me her signature smirk and walked up the stairs, inside the pub. I took my pack out of my pockets, placing a fag between my lips before I remembered, "fucks sake," i muttered out loud to myself. Effy has my fucking lighter.

Before i could make a move to put it away, someone flicked their light in front of me, so out of habit, I leaned in to the light with my fag. Taking a very very deep drag whilst I closed my eyes to feel the familiar feel of nicotine in my body, I mumbled a quick thank you to whoever helped solve my issue of finding a light.

A petite redheaded girl emerged out form under the street lamp with eyes such a dark shade of brown, I could really tell if they where black or some chocolate infused brown. "Yeah, no problem," the mysterious girl said in response with a quick smile forming on her lips. We stood there for a few seconds in a awkward silence smoke before she broke it. "I'm Emily by the way, and you are?" I took another drag and turned over so i could look her in those big brown eyes of hers. "Naomi," I replied a bit too quiet. She was actually really fucking gorgeous, holy fucking hell, totally my type also. Wait, what the fuck Naomi you don't have a type, ugh i'm such a wanker.

Emily smiled brightly at me and my god, her smile, eyes, hair. It was all utter perfection. "Well Naomi," Emily said while stomping out her fag with the bottom of her shoe. Black vans she was wearing, could this girl get any more perfect, choosing comfort over looks? "If you'd fancy a drink or two, we can take this 'party' inside and i'll buy you drink?" and with that i stomping out my own fag, following her into the pub completely hypnotized.

So there you have it, the first chapter. I hope i didn't disopoint any of you, but i promise it's going to get very entertaining! Next chapter will be up in few days, and please don't forget to leave a review? Also, feel free to follow me on twitter for updates exct exct 'ttisperfect' XxX

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