A Dustland Fairytale

Chapter 1: Kiss Me Now, Catch Your Death

Naomi pushed her way through the crowd of people that were filling up the hallways of Roundview College. She wasn't careful, in fact she was all elbows and shoving, most of them were wankers anyways. Naomi saw Effy out of the corner of her eye, hanging around the loo, smoking a cigarette and looking completely blasé and unruffled by the hordes of people in the halls. Only she could get away with smoking right out in the bloody hallway. Naomi definitely wanted a cigarette, no…needed one. Today had been a horribly long day and she kind of wanted to march over to Effy and demand a fag, whether or not she'd get in trouble. However, Naomi passed on by with a little wave which Effy returned by tipping her head slightly to the left. That was pretty much a shout hello from Effy, who played it cool no matter what, spoke little, observed everyone, and knew fucking everything.

Naomi rounded the corner and just like magic, the bell rang. Almost as if choreographed all of the students in the hallways began ducking into classrooms. Naomi pressed on however, because this was her free hour. The hallways were basically empty before she reached the line of lockers that she was aiming for. Trust Emily to get a locker all the way on the other side of the bloody building from Naomi's.

Any resentment Naomi could have felt at having to walk that far faded quickly when she saw Emily in front of her locker, taking some books out. Emily's straight red hair and subtly revealing outfit drew Naomi's eyes like a beacon. Naomi stopped walking for just a second to enjoy the view as Emily stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf. Emily's skirt rode up just a bit and Naomi smirked at how great her legs looked, even better when they were wrapped around her back. Emily didn't notice Naomi but she appeared to be fine.

Last night the gang had all gone out to the club and against Naomi's warnings, Emily had gotten extremely fucked up. She'd taken a couple of whatever pills Effy had with her which who knows what the fuck they were. The girl was like a one person pharmacy. Then Emily had danced and drank with the rest of the gang until she'd been near passing out. Naomi hadn't thought to ask why she was getting so fucked up. She didn't think to wonder why Emily partied too hard and danced with so much abandon, like there was never going to be another night like this. Naomi had wanted to tell her to slow down; this wasn't the Emily she knew. One great thing that had come out of being with Emily was the stability. She always knew that Emily wanted and loved her, no questions. Emily would do anything for her and all she wanted back from Naomi was a little affection. Emily made Naomi feel safe and warm and in turn Naomi gave Emily her dream. When Emily hadn't been able to walk home, so Naomi and Katie had lugged her home and Emily threw up twice on the way there. Naomi had tried to text her this morning to see how the hangover was coming but Emily hadn't responded.

Emily's locker slamming shut brought Naomi back to the present. She watched as Emily bent down to collect her bag. As she straightened, wanting to surprise her girlfriend, Naomi rushed over and tapped her on the shoulder. As soon as Emily turned around Naomi leaned forward and kissed her soft lips. She felt Emily's surprise and at first she didn't react. Naomi pulled back just a bit to look in Emily's eyes; maybe she really was hung over. Emily always gave as good as she got, surprised or not.

What Naomi saw in Emily's eyes was definitely unexpected. Emily looked…well pissed off. Naomi searched her mind to think of what she might have done last night to make Emily mad but she came up blank. Just as Emily opened her mouth to say something, Naomi leaned back in for another kiss, she wanted to say sorry for whatever it was in the best way she knew how. This time she pushed Emily until her back hit the lockers. Naomi leaned into the kiss, trying to deepen it. Frustratingly enough, Emily still wasn't getting into it. Naomi nipped her bottom lip sharply and finally Emily opened her mouth. Without any further ado, Naomi slipped her tongue in Emily's mouth.

That's when Emily started kissing back. She made a soft groan deep in her throat and her arms went up and around Naomi's back, pulling her even closer. Naomi placed her hands on Emily's hips, jerking them together. Emily pressed into Naomi, fiercely, grabbing roughly with her hands, with passion. Emily's tongue danced with Naomi's and that's when Naomi realized. Something was different. Not bad different. Actually it was really good different. Emily usually made her feel warm, loved, needed…wanted. But this was different. Naomi felt a burning in her stomach starting to build. She could feel her pulse roaring in her ears as Emily's fingers moved up to twine in her hair. Naomi could feel every inch of her body that was pressed against Emily's.

Maybe it was the fact that Emily seemed to be mad at her…maybe that was adding passion to the kiss. Maybe it was because they were kissing in the hallway like they'd done the day before the Love Ball. Maybe it was because Naomi was finally starting to get comfortable being with a girl in public. It could've been any of those things but Naomi was having a hard time thinking. All she could think of was…with my eyes closed I wouldn't even know this was Emily…it could be anybody…somebody…different.

The idea flowed over her like cold water and made her pull away from the kiss. She backed a bit away from Emily's heat because she knew she might just reach out for her again if she didn't. Emily looked at Naomi with those heated brown eyes that she liked so much but it was again…different. These eyes were boring into her, like they could see into her very soul. They were shocked but they also were looking at Naomi like they wanted her…and right this bloody instant. Naomi swallowed, trying to wet her throat that had suddenly gone dry. Her heart was pounding and she felt like she was trapped beneath those eyes.

Emily shook her head, breaking their gaze. Her breath was still coming out in shallow pants as she gasped out, "What…the…fuck…was that?"

Naomi bit her bottom lip, wondering what the hell was going on, "Uh…a kiss."

Emily's face contorted into one of disgust, "Great, Campbell…that's just great."

That's when Naomi knew and she wanted to slap herself for not realizing it sooner.

"Katie?"

"No shit Sherlock."

*A/N: Weird? Yes I know. Not very well written? Yes, I know that too, its extremely late and I'm tired lol. I'm hoping to expand on this, what do you all think?*