Author: Everything_Once
Pairing: Naomy/Emily
Rating: K
Warnings: Not for the moment...

Summary: AU Skins never happens. Naomi is a famous singer but she doesn't really like the whole celebrity thing. Cook is her manager and well I'm not good at summarizing things so basically give it a try and you'll see what happens next...

Disclaimer: Skins isn't my property, even if I secretly wish so! At the moment I pretty much own nothing...

Chapter One

*** Naomi's thoughts***

Finally home and more important alone! I like music, writing songs, singing them but what I don't really like is doing it in front of a lot of people. That's probably one of the weirdest things to say when you are a popular singer but for me it's so true. But it's not really what I hate the most. I fucking hate being famous, people are always interested about my private life, and they're always analyzing each of my fucking movements.

"BLONDIE come here and give me one of a hell hug and then let's get you to bed!"

"Fuck off Cook."

"Ouch Blondie that hurts, where is the love girl?"

"Probably at you own place, you know where you crazy pregnant girlfriend is actually waiting for you!"

"Oye! Watch your mouth Campbell you're talking about the mother of my future kid there!"

"Yeah says the guy that keeps trying to have a little party in my knickers. Seriously Cook, we've been away for two whole months the girl must be craving to see you again."

"She certainly is plus I'm seriously dying for a willie-waggle session now! But there is one more thing we need to discuss before the Cookie monster departure. I found the perfect writer for your biography."

"Cook seriously not again. We've already seen dozen of them and i've hate pretty much each of them, and actually I don't want to share my whole fucking life with the world!"

"Then lye! Who fucking cares, no one except me really knows you so we're safe. Plus we don't really got a choice on this project your major have already decided it and it's in your contract so..."

"Yeah well maybe that if you weren't that drunked the day we signed this bloody piece of shit..."

"Shut up! You were as drunk as me if not even more!"

"Yeah but I am a fucking rock star it's what people expect of me, you are supposed to be a manager."

"Well anyway that's not really the question. So our writer... well funnily enough she's Katie's twin."

"You're fucking kidding there, right? I don't want a fake tan up leopard addict to write my life!"

"Campbell seriously stop being such a bitch. I fucking love Katie so behave! And for your own information Emily and Katie are nothing alike and from what I've heard Emily is considering as a fucking amazing young writer or something like that!"

"Bollocks. Cook are you serious?"

"Yep I am. The major is already in love with the girl and my pregnant girlfriend is blackmailing me with a sex strike so i'm telling you: she's our girl!"

"It's already done isn't it?"

"Yeah... sorry..."

"For fuck sake!"

"Well and it's not the worst part of what I have to told you today I'm afraid."

"The fuck?"

"Well the thing is that she..."

"Go to the fucking facts already!"

"She's gonna live here."

"Here?Here! No fucking way!"

"She's living in London and your place is quite lost in the middle of fucking nowhere and as the major bought you this house they said that they have a right to take that decision and..."

"For fuck sake why can't she fucking live with you after all she's her fucking twin! Cook you know me you know how i don't want to live with anyone."

"I know and I'm sorry but well there is a good thing about the whole situation, the book will be written more quickly that way and you'll be on your own soon."

"Well I suppose so... when is she supposed to arrive?"

In one fucking look at him I can say that i'm not gonna like that answer. Cause right now he's looking at the floor and He's almost whispering.

"I would say in less than an hour..."

"WHAT THE FUCK ! ! ! Your seriously kidding right, this is for a fucking tv show or something right? I'm just coming back!"

"I know, but listen Katie told me that her sister is really quiet and she's really shy as well so she won't bother you at all..."

"She better be!"

And here I am now! The doorbell just rang and I'm about to open MY HOUSE to a fucking stranger! Of course Cook isn't there anymore, fucking wanker...

I slowly open the door as for enjoying my last moments, and here she is...

"Hello, I'm Emily... Emily Fitch nice to see you."

"Yeah sure. You already know who I am so why don't you enter MY house."

"Sure. Thanks."

Okay maybe that it's a bit rude but I'm still mad at Cook and the Major for taking such a huge decision without even asking me. Emily really isn't responsible of anything but I can't really help it, thing is that I'm not really build to have interaction with other human being. It might sound weird but sadly enough it's the truth.

"Hum, sorry to bother you but the journey has been a real nightmare and I would like to rest just for a bit, if it's ok with you."

"Of course, sorry. I'm gonna show you your bedroom."

"I hope that you're ok with me staying there. I told Cook and my sister that it was fine for me to stay at there place or at the hostel or anywhere really but they told me that you were offering me to stay at your place instead."

I'm gonna kill that bitch and this fucking joke of a best friend with my own hands!

"No of course not. Here we are, it's not really decorated or anything, actually I've never used this spare room before so if you wanna change anything well feel free to do so. This house is huge but weirdly enough there is just one bathroom at the end of this corridor so I'm afraid that you'll have to share it with me. My bedroom is just opposite to this one, and except this room you can like go anywhere you like I don't really care that much. I also quite like to be on my own and things to be calm so... well anyway here you are."

"Oh oki, well thanks a lot."

I'm about to left the room when she grabs my hand.

"Seriously, thanks again."

"It's fine. See you later I guess."

"Yeah sure."

As soon as I leave her bedroom I head to the kitchen to made myself a coffee. God I fucking love coffee! That's pretty much the only think I know how to Cook actually. When my coffee is ready I grab one of my favourite poetry books and I position myself in front of the living room windows. The view there is just amazing. Most people don't like Great Britain because the weather is often bad and rainy but it's what i love about it really. I could spend hours sitting in front of that window admiring the view, drinking loads and loads of coffee in a warm sweater. In fact it's pretty much what I do all the time, but now how am I suppose to do so when I have to share my house with that Emily Fitch girl ?

Here we are, First chapter of a new story, this one has been on my mind for a long time now so after thinking, and even sometimes dreaming, about it I've decided to give it a go. I just hope that you'll do the same... Anyway thanks for reading those words and please review it just so I know what i should do with it next or what you thought about it or what you got for Christmas or anything really :-D