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Title: When Worlds Collide

Pairing: Naomi/Emily

Rating: M

Summary: Just another story of Naomi wanting Emily.
A/N: It isn't very long but I saw it as a good kind of start. Please comment on it, whether you thought it was good or bad, or how I could improve.

Thanks to MT! For helping me write this last night, you are a legend boy! =D

"In what world do you think my sister would ever like you?" she yelled as she gave me one last and sharp kick in the ribs. That hurt and stung and I knew that I would have some of the biggest bruises ever tomorrow, and I was not looking forward to that. "Stay the fuck away from Emily. She doesn't want you, you might be female but you ain't got no chance yeah? Stupid fucking loser" she yelled at me as she walked off. I lay there in the floor, curled up in a ball in pain; I have never actually been in pain like this before. I don't know how Katie had found out about me liking Emily but she had done, and it had got me in the shit with her. Katie was a stupid overprotective twin twat. At least, if it was Emily beating me up I'd smile because at least then she'd be touching me, even if it was in a painful way but at the same time if it was Emily then I would be laughing, when she kicks things and people she lifts one of her arms in a gay like manner, it's adorable. It's very rare for anyone to see Emily fight but I have and it's damn cute. She's not as soft as she looks though, she can give a good punch and a half too and we knew that by the guy she punched a few times last year, he came in with a broken nose and swollen eyes, poor sod.

Emily Fitch is gay; she is the most known lesbian in this town I think because everyone knows of her and her antics. She's one of the Fitch twins, the quieter one you'd think but when she's partying, she can rival her sister on every account. She parties hard and constantly, drinks like there's no tomorrow and takes so many drugs that her bloodstream must have just given up on trying to save her, she's become immune to it all. She gets with all the girls all the time just because she can, just because they'll let her so that they can all say they've got with her, but she never sleeps with any of them, she's not a complete slag. Rumour is that she's never slept with anyone before, male or female, because people that she has dated have never got past her sister. Her sister is one of the types that will only have the best for sister and Katie is a hard nut to please and that is why I have no chance in hell, I mean you know what Katie just did to me.

Also, I'd have no chance because Emily doesn't even know me. She's looked at me once, never spoken to me or smiled at me. Never sent an insult my way, never touched me, she's just never acknowledged me, she's always been too busy with her and her sister's friends. No one has time for a loser like Naomi Campbell. I'm the sort of loser that has no friends, no one to stick up for me, the teachers all hate me and my family want to kill me most of the time because I'm too strong-headed and way too opinionated, I guess I can blame my mother for that, she's one of those feminists but in a bit of an over the top way and also in a very funny and strange-like hippie way.

Emily and Katie Fitch were identical twins pretty much, well except that Katie was a bit fuller in the face I'll say, yeah, she had a bit of fat on her. They were both an average height with Emily just being a few millimetres shorter, both with vibrant red hair and chocolate brown eyes. They differed in their attitude and moods though, Katie was the overpowering, protective and anger-filled one, but Emily was just calm, she hardly ever yelled, ever fought, she always kept her cool. She didn't want constant attention like her sister did, well her sister craved, Emily seemed quite happy in the shadow, and that way she wouldn't get bothered by everyone and anyone constantly. She got noticed a lot and had lots of friends and people to talk to but she hated being smothered by them and I knew that, I could tell by the words I've heard her say before and by the look on her face when people are constantly hovering around her.

Whereas I was a tall girl with peroxide blonde short hair that had what everyone else thought was a weird sense of style. I didn't hang around with friends, I didn't have any, I didn't need any, I do just fine by myself to be honest, I don't need anyone, just myself, my thoughts, heart and imagination. Who needs friends seriously though, they only end up stabbing you in the back, being stupid and letting you down constantly. Waste of bloody time if you ask me. I was also one of those girls as most of my family put it and by that, I mean gay. My family hate it, they refuse to admit it or talk about it, which I am thankful about in a way because if they're not talking about it then I guess that nothing has to be said and no trouble has to be caused at all because I can not be bothered with anything as far as my family are concerned, they all hate each other and my sexuality just put more air and fuel into the fire.

I knew I was gay since high school but Emily Fitch definitely put the nail in the coffin and set me down as gay permanently, there was no other girl like her. No one else could give me such bad butterflies. I know that I didn't need her as a friend, I just wanted her terribly and when her sister found that out somehow, all hell broke loose, I really do wonder how Katie found out though, does she have people spying on me or something because it's not like I talk to anyone about it is it, either that or she has some amazing talent at reading my mind. Katie worked in very strange ways.

As I lie here on the college floor still, thinking about everything in my head. Thinking about why Katie had to pick people for Emily and why she had to eradicate and get rid of everyone who wanted a chance with her, but then again, even if Emily liked me to the world's end, I still wouldn't stand or have a chance against and because of Katie, not that she would ever like or love me anyway.