Sitting there I could feel the heat of the people and smell the gritty smoke from the engines that jutted in and out of the station. Men, women and children hurried by, taking no note of the dogs that barked next to the railings or the coffee being poured at a nearby cafe. Wrapped in their own lives, unaware of the girl in the yellow jumper, singing softly to herself. A song that reminded her of love, a song that was sang to her when she was little. But real love doesn't exist really, does it? Love is ridiculous and inconvenient. It never happens at the right moment and it never stays when eventually it does happen, although that is my thought. I've never had much luck where happy romance is concerned; I've never even met someone who has had the ability to make my heart beat that little bit faster. Well, in a good way. I'm sure I can recall my heart beating so fast because I've been so shit-scared of someone or something. People just tend to ignore me, always in the shadow of my older twin, never anything original. I have a mouth and I can say things but people never fucking listen, so I thought 'why bother?' Uncertain is a word I often use to describe myself, there are so many things that I don't know, about the world, my family and even me. Hell, there's a lot I don't know about me, I'm just so fucking confused about everything. So, that's why I left. I bought a train ticket and left. No clue as to where I'm going, no fucking idea as to what is going to happen next.

The bench creaked and I raised my head to find that someone had sat next to me. A girl. A beautiful girl. With shoulder length white-gold hair and a satisfied smile on her lips. She bent down, rummaged around her travel bag for a brief moment and pulled out a packet of fags, took one out, placed it between her ruby lips and lit it. As she exhaled smoke circled the air in front of me as if drawing me towards her, beckoning me to say something. Something witty.

'Oh I'm so fucking sorry, mind if I smoke?'

I'd realised that I'd been staring at her, she'd realised too. How fucking embarrassing.

'Yeah, of course', I gave her an awkward smile.

'It's so fucking hard these days to find a decent place to light up in here. Especially if you don't want that arse of a man telling you that smoking is fucking prohibited in this area' she said gesturing to the station master.

I gave a short, unsure laugh and she smiled at me. Her saffire-blue eyes shine as she does so. Something inside me gives a quick jolt and I feel nervous but excited to have her sitting here.

'I'm Emily...Fitch. Emily Fitch', oh fuck.

'Nice to meet you Emily Fitch', she says laughing, 'I'm Naomi, Naomi Campbell, and would you like a cigarette?'

She offers the packet with slender fingers, and my hands shaking a little I pull out a fag. I fumble about for a bit in my pockets trying to find what I'm looking for but, yes, shit- no lighter.

'Here, let me', Naomi reaches down beside her and pulls out the one she'd used to light her own cigarette, I place the fag between my lips and she leans in to ignite it. All the while I simply cannot stop looking at her, so striking, so attractive with her porcelain skin and fiery presence. She pulls away, satisfied that the cig is lit and sits back, giving me a once over as she does.

'So where're you off too then?' Her lips curl a little at the ends.

'I don't know, haven't quite decided yet. Trying to figure out where I want to go', I say rather shyly, slightly self-conscious.

'So you just bought a ticket with no fucking clue as to where you're off to?'

I nod.

'Jesus Christ', her smile widens 'you must have balls then. Spend the money but not know why-'

'I know why.' I chime in, breaking her off in mid-sentence. 'I just needed to get away and go somewhere, to sort of "find" myself y'know? That sounds cheesy as fuck but I know what I mean'.

'Oh I know what you mean too, it just seems like its all bollocks to me though.' She leans back and lets her head roll so she's looking at the dirty glass ceiling.

'What do you mean?' I'll admit I'm taken slightly aback by her bluntness.

'I just mean that I believe that people don't need to go somewhere to "find" themselves, who they are is already inside of them and they can figure that out any time they like. They don't need a train ticket or a bus journey'. She exhales again, the smoke thick around her head. 'People already know who they are; more often than not they're in denial about their identity'.

I look at her. Her eyes never escape the etched grime above her head. My every feeling was asking me to argue back, stick to my point that a journey was necessary, but something small inside of me was telling me that she was in fact right. No matter how much I wanted to reject the idea, she was right. I'd always thought of myself as only being unsure about certain issues but the truth was that I was simply in denial. The thought that I might've been gay uprooted itself in my head. I'd always found girls more attractive but I'd never wanted to believe it. Scared of what my family would say, scared of what Katie would say. Yet, when I sit here talking with this beautiful stranger, this mysterious girl I begin to believe that I am in fact gay, but somehow the thought doesn't bother me. Not while I'm sitting here. With her.

'Where are you going then? If it's not on a self-serving mission,' I chose not to argue.

'Oh it is on a self-serving mission, only difference is, is that I'm going for the adventure.' She states lolling her head to one side and giving me a small wink. 'I feel like it's time for me to have one, and like you the destination is unknown.'

She stubs out her cigarette butt on the arm of the bench and stands up, straightening her flowered pleated skirt as she does.

'Looks like my train is here,' she turns and points to the emerald-green steam train arriving onto the platform. 'Ha-ha how cute is this train please?' She turns to me and gives a nod and half a smile. 'Hope you find what you're looking for Ems, be seeing you', and to my dismay Naomi spins round and begins to make her way down the platform.

My heart gives an unusually sad pang and I only manage utter a whispered 'bye' as I watch her walk away from my life. Stranger, opinionated and bold but someone who seems to know me, someone who has been able to work me out in the ten minutes I've known her. Someone who I could really fall in love with. I watch her reach the open door of the carriage, place her bags inside then stop. Turn around and come racing back up the platform as if she'd realised something important. I stand, heart thumping, this is not goodbye after all, and she's coming back for me.

I smile when she gets here, all coughing and spluttering.

'Shit, almost forgot my lighter,' she picks up the small cylindrical object from the bench. Turning to leave again something else stops her. 'Emily, why don't you come with me?'

'What?' I say confused but hoping to God that I'd heard right.

'Come with me', she says again and I can see that in those diamond-like eyes of hers she wants it just as much as I do.

Yet I keep still, rooted to the spot. Unable to say a word.

A Whistle blows in the background and the train begins to chug its way along the platform.

Naomi looks startled, laughs and grabs my hand.

'FUCKING COME WITH ME!!'

Without thought, without worry I chase Naomi down the platform her hand in mine, laughing uncontrollably, catching up with the ancient train, with our adventure. My heart is beating so fast, it could be because of the run, but I know that it isn't. The reason my heart is beating that little bit faster is because of one person only, what I've been looking for.

Naomi.