A/N: So This is the Twins' Episode (Ep9)...but it's from Naomi's view...
...And so just you know...I don't own Skins...i don't own the Characters and even the storyline is actually not mine.. but there will be extra ( or actually the missing )scenes ;)
Well...Let the games begin!
Chapter 1
I walked into class just in time but it wouldn't have mattered if I was too late. I'm the best in history,...shit don't get me wrong but I like history, I think it's important to know why the world is how it is and stuff like that. As usual I take the seat in the corner, seeing everything not be seen by anybody.
If somebody would have looked at me closer the person might have noticed that I was looking for someone. The only one person I want to see in this insane asylum, who I want to see me. I'm disappointed. There is only one red head, I can see, but that one has curly hair and to less of clothes on her. So this meant that Emily Fitch wasn't in the house – and my day was already crushed.
The exam was easy, first question: " When did the second world war happen?" Oh god, this was so...simple... I started to look around the class, already bored by the first question and suddenly I saw JJ passing a note to the red head, Katie. WTF???
10 minutes before the ball rang Katie practically ran out of class, excusing herself that she had to go to the lady's. And it was like an angel would sing. That husky, smoky, raspy wonderful sexy voice didn't belong to Katie.
I had finished the work about 5 minutes so I quickly stood up and followed her, trying not to be seen by the red head. I haven't talked to her since the eventful barbecue. We texted but didn't meet or anything. I actually missed her voice, but that's because she's kinda the only friend, I ever had, to be honest....right?
Emily walked over to Katie's locker and I sneaked behind the locker door. When she closes the door, I instantly have a smile on my face. Isn't it nice how happy real friends can make you? When she finally sees my a soft smile appears on her face as well. She looks at my, a bit unsure maybe... So I finally speak. "Nice job." I have to distract myself from her low neckline, showing her cleavage very nicely. With my finger I touched her fake bruises at her right eye. She caught my hand. "Stop it, it's fucking aching!" she said playfully and laughed. I removed my hand quickly, I already felt tension building up between the two of us.
"Yeah, well...wish I had someone to pass my exams for me." I'm good at history and languages and can also cope with maths, but I really suck at at getting up early.
"Yeah..." she just said, looking a bit uncomfortable. "I hope you're gonna finish the job and dump Freddie for her as well." She let out a sigh "That's over, Katie knows it..."
I couldn't believe it but I really felt sorry for Katie. I spoke out my thoughts about the "eventful barbecue". I let an slighlty sarcastic comment slip in, and Emily told me that it wasn't funny, told me that Katie got hurt. I know, okay. I was talking about her and me hand holding, holding each other in the night, without being drunk, high or anything the whole time. We were just acting...really friendly...right?
So I repeated myself "Like I said, it was eventful" still thinking about her hair tickling my nose that night.
Emily looks down at herself, and I follow her look. Shit, the cleavage, I had forgotten and I couldn't help it. "You should wear that more often." She smiles, thinking I'm not serious "They are Katie's" she replies.
I look at her allowing one last glance down. "Yeah...You look nice...from the neck down." I mean her face is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, but right now, the make up and hair reminds me a bit too much of Katie. I think she got that I'm serious. Now nether one of us knows what to say. We sigh at the same time. I'm fighting with myself. Should I tell her, or would it be the best for us if she doesn't know. Since I'm not really god at making decisions when it comes to Emily I do what I can do best and I'm starting to walk away.
"Naomi" she says. The tenderness in her voice makes me stop. Shit, she knows, that there is something. I take a breath and try to sound casual.
"I think I'm going away for the summer."
She looks disappointed, surprised and well disappointed. "Oh..." is all she says.
I tell her that I was thinking about going away to Cyprus on my own for the summer to work things out, do some thinking. I really mention the word "by myself" too often I think.
"About what?" she askes. Oh, here we go again. I put on my nice, polite let's-just-be-friends-smiled and trained really hard in front of my mirror and told her so. "Let's just be friends okay?"
Shit, more disappointment in those beautiful eyes. "We said that, don't we?", she states, looking at me with well disappointment. I try to ignore it. She's calm, sad but still she looks at me like I'm the only one in the whole world. I really don't understand that girl.
"Have a good summer" I tell her. Just in case, I'm too craven to phone her before vacation once more. I smile at her and turn away, feeling her look on my back. Why does she make me feel like I'm a ...coward? Why do I feel so guilty, why do I feel the need to turn around and kiss her? Okay, I know those answers, but they are not true, right. You can't just fall in love, with a girl, be gay over night.
"I'll miss you."
With those three words came so many emotion. Emily probably hadn't meant to but right now everything came back. Our first kiss, seeing her again at college, our second kiss, our third kiss, our talks, her supporting me, her believing in my, telling me that I could do everything. The lake, the cat flap. I had to stop walking. I close my eyes and suddenly everything becomes scary clear.
The I turn around and walk towards her. I can see the question "What the fuck are you doing?" forming in her eyes but but it never makes it out her mouth. I push her back against the lockers and kiss her. I kiss her with so all desperation I felt the last few days and nights. I put all my wanting in the kiss. Soon Emily stops being surprised and warms up to the kiss and I'm getting back as good as I'm giving. With one hand I'm holding her face in place, with the other one I'm caressing her hip through the skirt.
This is what I want, I want her, she makes me brave and I can honestly say, I want that cute red head to be mine! Her hand is on my neck I pull back slightly and gasp "I can't stand this, I can't"... well I can't think. I attack her lips over and over again. Softly she mumbled that it was okay.
I want to tell her that I want her, that I lov...but instead everything that comes out is a desperate "Jesus". I want more, I need more, but then the bell rings.
We pull apart, still breathless we see Freddie coming our direction. I curse slightly, grab Emily's hand and run off.
TBC...but reviews always make me work faster :)