It's the final day of school, the final party, the last time that I'm gonna spend with most of the people currently in this house and boy am I making sure I use this time wisely.
Everybody is pretty wasted. Katie Fitch decided to throw the closing party of the school year, and the place is packed.
Katie's house has about six bedrooms, three bathrooms, a huge kitchen, a huge living room, an attic bedroom, a pool, a pool house... and the place is heaving.
So I would say it is pretty acceptable for me to assume that the entire year is here.
I am well known at this school for being the only lesbian in our year. I find it highly amusing because I can honestly say that I get more action than anybody else in this school. Stupid girls trying to decide if they are gay, straight, or simply wanting to experiment.
This past year has been a good one.
Claire, one of the resident hotties from our school, is a little wasted. I walk towards the kitchen, coincidentally walking past her, only her arm stops me from making it towards the kitchen. "Meet me in the attic bedroom" She whispers in my ear. I smile at her, nod and then continue to get a drink. I have a quick shot of vodka and watch as Claire makes her way up the stairs.
So as not to inspire prying eyes I wait a few minutes before I follow her.
There are a sea of drunken students lining the stairs, most passed out, some making out and others throwing up. I chuckle to myself, Katie is gonna be so pissed off in the morning. Bless.
The narrow wooden stairs that lead to the dark bedroom have already been pulled down, I grab the handle, trying to steady myself as I think the vodka has gone straight to my head. I get up the stairs safely and pull them back up with me, submerging the room in darkness. I fumble trying to find my way to the bed, and I manage it, but also stubbing my toe.
I hold in the curse that was about to follow and climb into the bed. I can feel the warmth radiating from the body next to me. I inwardly smile as Claire seems to have her back to me. I wrap my arm around her stomach and start kissing her neck.
I think I startled her as she jumps up out of the bed and hits me with something, "Jesus, that hurt" I shout out, grabbing my head, but she successfully hits me again, knocking me off the bed and I land in a heap on the floor. "Fuck!" I shout, and then she turns the lights on, "Jesus Claire, I'm not into the rough stuff" I laugh as I stand up, but then suddenly my eyes almost pop out of my head, "Fuck, I'm so sorry Katie, I thought you were someone else" I laugh, although she doesn't look impressed.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?" Is the reply from the redhead that I have gone to school with for the past five years.
"Katie, it's me, Naomi. You know, been going to the same school for the last five years" I say, "God you must be wasted" I laugh,
"I'm not Katie, I'm Emily"
"Emily?" I ask,
"Yes, Katie's twin"
"Katie's what now?" Ok, double shock... "Are you fucking with me?" I laugh and point at her,
"No, I am Emily, Katie's twin, I go to a different school than you both do"
"Wha-"
"It's true" Ok, now she's laughing.
"I'm really sorry... I honestly did think you were someone else... Ok this is embarrassing" I stand up and scratch my head, holding my hand out, "Naomi Cambell" I introduce myself,
"Emily Fitch" She shakes my hand,
"Nice to meet you" I smile.
"I would say likewise, but you did just groped me" She chuckles,
"I'm ever so sorry, I don't normally just jump into complete strangers' beds and grope them, it's not my style" I grin, "I'm assuming I'm off the hook as you're smiling and you haven't attacked me with probably the worlds hardest pillow again" She smiles,
"Yeah, I guess so" She sits back down on the bed,
"So why aren't you down there with the party?"
"It's not my school and I don't fancy having to explain to people all night that Katie and I are twins, not my idea of fun, you know?" She smiles,
"Yeah, well you had to explain thoroughly to me" I laugh nervously.
"Yeah"
"So what school do you go to?" I ask, sitting on the end of her bed,
"Just to let you know, I'm not gay... and I have a boyfriend so you've got no chance with me I'm afraid" She states,
"I wasn't trying anything love, trust me, you'd know if I was" I smile.
"Good" A few seconds of awkward silence follows,
"So... school?" I ask again,
"Oh, right. I go to the grammar school just outside town"
"Oh... so you're really clever then?"
"Well, smarter than Katie, yes" She smiles, "I wouldn't consider myself clever, I just study hard and don't really party"
"So you're Katie's identical twin but you are completely the opposite"
"Yup"
"I like it" I smile.
And that's how it started. Five years later after I mistakenly got into bed with Emily and we're still best friends. We ended up staying up all night talking about everything really. Talking about our families, about our future, what college we're going to, all those things. It turns out that she was going to our college, so she couldn't escape the questions from people anyway.
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