Plot Summary: A shooting erupts at the college causing mass chaos, pushing Emily and Naomi closer than they have ever been before. Will they make it out?

Notes: First, the time period is around mid-series 4, so just imagine all of the drama between the two went through and imply it here. Second, Sorry if there are problems when it comes to grammar, I'm trying to reread it and go through it. Third, I know that it is a loaded topic and I err on the side of caution. I do not condone gun violence and am merely writing a work of fiction. I wish to never see any more violence in the world except in works of fiction. Penultimately, I'm American so I'm sorry for any inconsistencies in language for those in England and elsewhere. And finally, please enjoy the wonder that is Naomily! May they live forever in our hearts, even after series 7.

Chapter One

Emily spent her time in class counting down the minutes before she could leave. It was the Friday before spring break and her and the rest of the gang decided to try camping again. The only thing that stood in her way was this class, which now meant she only had 40 minutes. Katie sat next to her skimming through some fashion magazine and gasping at the latest tips they offered for "mixing it up this spring."

The monotony was broken by an unexpected loud 'BANG' that sounded somewhere down the hallway. A few students rushed towards the door and to their dismay nothing could be seen and were coerced back into their seats by their professor.

"What do you think that was?" Emily asked her sister.

"Apparently not enough to get us out of this stupid class," Katie responded.

Once more the professor headed back to the board to continue his lesson on something that was not getting any of his student's attention. Soon, however, more sounds could be heard. Not as loud as the first one, but smaller popopops.

"Blimey, not again!" The professor cried as he made his way over to the doorway, causing the same students return to the door. The sight caused a bigger reaction then previously. Through the little window on the door large billows of black smoke were sailing down the hallways. The question now was where was it coming from.

"Some student probably just burned popcorn or something stupid," one student yelled out, lightening the mood in an already tense class. Tense because it was that boring.

"Return to your seats and I will be right back," the professor stated as he cautiously left the room. Naturally, the absence of an authority figure caused more students, including Emily and Katie, to start up conversations.

Katie asked, "So are you going to be weird tonight, you know with Naomi?"

Emily just gave her a blank stare. She was unsure how to answer this herself. She was still hurt by the betrayal she felt towards the blonde, but couldn't erase the stronger feelings of love. Even though she had been treating Naomi poorly, she wanted nothing more than to kiss her and make everything better. Unfortunately, her pride and stubbornness had taken the front seat in drive her rage.

"Earth to Em," her sister said, slapping the back of Emily's head. "If you're planning on making everything awkward maybe you should rethink going."

"No need to be such a bitch about it Katie," Emily spewed viciously. "Cause it's not like I've ever had to deal with your shitty relationships and breakups. Besides, don't you remember the last time we went camping?"

Katie's eyes narrowed. "At least I don't make everything public," she spat back.

"I beg to differ," her sister retorted.

They may have been twins but Emily swore they had nothing in common other than looks. Not even their sexualities were alike. Their mother always said it was because she was the younger twin but she knew it was because she was the smarter twin. The only reason Katie made it this far in school was because of her, but her mom would never admit to that, even though it was her idea that they do homework "together." When it came to the Fitch twins, together meant Emily.

Before Katie had a chance to respond, Professor Bing slammed into the door, throwing it open and slamming it shut behind him. Luckily, all the stragglers had returned to the crowd and gave the class a clear view of their bloodied up teacher. There was a moment of confusion and silence as everyone stared at their professor who was shaking and sinking to the ground.

"What happened?" A student asked as she ran over to him, seeing what kind of injuries he sustained. Everyone else remained quiet but couldn't look away. The blood seemed to be coming from his left shoulder incessantly. All the one girl could do was put pressure on it with her jacket.

He was breathing hard, which wasn't much considering he didn't look like the kind of guy who ran a lot. "Sh…Shooter," he gasped as his student added more pressure. "By th…the cafe." Was all he said as he slipped into an unconscious state.

"Is he dead?" Katie asked the class

"I'm not sure but we need help to keep him alive!" The student who had been helping him shouted back to her paralyzed classmates.

Emily felt her phone buzz and nearly tossed it to the side. Instead however, she glanced quickly to see there was a text message from Naomi that said "GET OUT SHOOTER IN CAFÉ"

Emily texted back "where are you? Are you ok?" because she needed to know she was safe. The scene in front of her was making her stomach crawl and the text message for some reason didn't leave her feeling confident that everything was going to be okay. Even though she had been mad at Naomi, Emily couldn't just ignore her.

The text message Emily received changed everything. Naomi's text read: "Caf. bn shot. RUN"

Authors Note: I'm starting off short because I want to be sure that people will continue reading. So please, if you want more leave a review or follow the story or anything so I know to continue please :]