Ok, so here we are again...I was going to make you all wait, or at least write a couple more one-shots as fillers! But I guess you can't hold back your creativity and if you want to write something then you should just write it! So yes, this is the sequel!

Set five years in the future, Naomi is done with university and they are still living in Scotland! I have no idea where I am going to take this yet, so the next chapters may be a while...the only thing I knew was how I was going to start it... :D

Goes something like this...

"Fucking, shit...Mel?" Every part of me stopped what I was doing hands, fingers, lips...tongue; Emily immediately pulled the covers roughly over the both of us. There was no point in hiding; she knew exactly what she had interrupted, I hated her so much some times.

"No lesbian bed death yet then huh?" Mel just stood, arms folded, resting slightly against our bedroom door, with that crooked smile that I...well...that I missed too much. Her hair was blonde now, five years older and still just as breathtakingly beautiful as the first day I met her. Emily must have seen all the thoughts going around in my head as she nudged me from underneath the duvet, reminding me just exactly what we were in the middle of and just exactly how naked we both were.

"No...not yet anyway, there is however going to be a death if you don't fucking leave!" I couldn't stifle the laugh that escaped from me as I hauled a pillow at her, Mel shrieked and joined in with my laughter as she disappeared out of the door and shut it behind her. I loved it when she came to visit Emily and me; but she needed to remember how to knock. I felt Emily's eyes gaze all over me, I knew without turning around that she had that annoyed but really sexy look on her face the one that said 'I know she is your best friend and all, but her and Effy really need to just fuck off now!'

Mel and Effy had been staying with us for the past three weeks; something about now that university was over they wanted to spend as much time with us as possible, due to the fucking awful idea of my new job being just around the corner.

After moving to Scotland to be with Emily we had gone from strength to strength, she got an annoying but well paid office job, punching numbers and fetching coffee for some big wig boss who was an utter cunt. I had only met him once at one of Emily's work dos but he looked like he was just trying to get into my girlfriends pants, something I didn't take all too kindly to. Especially considering the past few years had been incredibly kind to Emily, she was more gorgeous than ever, her slim figure had become toned in all the right places and she had the crease of muscle on her stomach that ran down towards her underwear. The perfect shape of her body made me melt every time I saw her even remotely naked. Her hair was as red as ever, only slightly shorter with a fuller fringe that framed her eyes perfectly.

Emily and I had moved in together just over a year ago, everything was going really well. We had a little flat all to ourselves; most of the time, which was amazing, only a short commute between both university, before I had finished, and Emily's family. Katie was a really good friend which, I suppose, is a good thing...if not slightly disconcerting. I had helped her quite a lot when she was trying to get through counselling for not being able to have kids. Being there as some kind of support when she was struggling, Katie appreciated it...even if she would never admit it to anyone other than Emily and me.

I removed myself from the comfort of our bed and made my way out to make some coffee, it was still our tradition, even if things hadn't really gone smoothly this morning.

"Morning..." Effy: woman of no words whatsoever. You were lucky if you got more than a grunt out of her in the morning.

"Hey...fancy keeping your girlfriend on a shorter leash? She walked in on something rather precarious this morning..." I chuckled a little as Effy managed a smile, I handed her the cup I was making before pouring two more for me and Emily. Mel was out on the balcony having a smoke so I didn't bother asking if she wanted anything.

"Yea, she said...sorry." Effy was as bland as ever, but it made her who she was, the silent, majestic, fucked up girl we all knew and loved.

I gave her a brief kiss on the forehead before returning to the comfort of Emily's arms, unfortunately the comfort of Emily's arms was currently rifling through the wardrobe looking for...clothes!

"Clothes weren't part of the deal for this morning...it's Saturday, remember, you don't have to work, we stay in bed all day, watching movies and such shit." Emily glanced over at me her eyes meeting mine, she smiled as our lips connected for a few brief moments. Continuing her rummage she eventually gave up and pulled on a black pencil skirt, topping it off with a red and white blouse, buttoning it up far enough so that the love bite above her breast was hidden. Noticing it she glared over at me and I tried my best to look innocent but I was too busy grinning with pride. She smirked at me and rolled her eyes gently and downed the entire mug of coffee I had lovingly prepared, I was just sat on the bed waiting for an explanation as to why she was actually going into work.

"Don't look at me like that baby...Naoms you know that as soon as I get the call I have to go in, I'm in line for promotion..." She walked over to me and kissed me gently on the cheek before taking her empty cup off of the side and leaving. I tried to be confused and slightly angry, but the only thing I could think of was how her high heels made the muscles in the back of her legs tighten and made her arse look amazing. I shook my head and collapsed back into the soft, Emily scented pillows.

I slept for a while, a few hours, dreaming about nothing in particular, hoping that it would somehow fill the time until Emily came back; whenever that would be. Sometimes she could be in work until the wee hours of the morning. God, living in Scotland has had an effect on my vocabulary!

Mel and Effy went out after lunch so I was completely alone for the first time in nearly a week, I didn't like it. I debated calling Emily, but I knew she hated to be bothered at work...I was stuck. Wandering out onto the balcony with my laptop, deciding that procrastination was never a good thing, especially when that thing happens to be your first satirical based piece for 'The Scotsman' – one of the most renowned newspapers in the south of Scotland. I started typing, hoping that sparks would fly out of my fingertips...nothing. Not even something about just how shit English politics was, I knew that would go down well here, but I couldn't even bring myself to slag off the Labour party. Fuck it...I must be missing her.

In his wisdom, Emily's boss had decided that he wanted someone that would work closely with him, marketing and such bollocks. I kept telling her that all she needed to do was flash a little cleavage every so often and the job was as good as hers. Unfortunately for me however she insisted on doing things the right way which meant she had been away at work almost constantly for the past couple of months. I had nothing against her wanting to further her career, in fact I found her ambition pretty fucking sexy, but I missed her. I missed just spending time with her, in our apartment, not doing much and just enjoying the togetherness.

There were no words on the screen of my laptop, other than 'I miss you!' which I had typed about seventy eight different times each in a different font. I found myself thinking about the exciting life that I lead as I ended up staring out into the cloud filled sky. If you think the weather in England is shit, you should try moving to Scotland, it's colder and wetter and even in the height of summer the sun has to try and barrage its way through a million fucking clouds. But when it managed that fate, it was beautiful...green rolling hills, trees that had lived here for years and hadn't just recently been planted to make some twat feel better about digging up a forest somewhere to make room for seven brand new building complexes. It was breathtaking, lakes, new lakes that Emily and I had conquered back when we actually did things together; and the views were to die for, you could see for miles around on a clear day.

"Naomi, Naomi...where for art thou Naomi..." Mel's voice resonated up the three stories to where I was sat on the balcony; she was trying to be cute. I took my laptop off of my knees and looked over the railing to see Mel and Effy stood, just looking up at me with massive grins across their faces.

"What's up? You two look far too happy for my liking!" I shouted down and smiled to myself as Mel ran inside the building and I assume up the few flights of stairs, she looked too excited for lifts. Effy was a little bit more subdued, finishing her fag before making her way inside.

I waited patiently for Mel to burst through the door, trying desperately to hide the excitement that I wasn't alone anymore, even if my girlfriend was ignoring my e-mails and my texts. Don't start thinking about it. I warned myself, knowing that as soon as I started worrying about what Emily was actually up to my mind would be filled with all sorts of thoughts that would escape all reason. I shook my head to try and break away from my own brain, it was difficult but doable. Mel burst through the door and it was only then that I noticed the tears that were streaming down her face. I assumed the worst.

"Babes, what happened?" I ran to her and wrapped her up in my arms before I noticed that she also had a huge smile beaming from ear to ear.

"Ef, she...oh my god...I mean; Naoms..." I felt like shaking it out of her, grabbing her shoulder and wrestling her from side to side. I thought to myself that it was probably a little too violent for this situation, but thinking about it made me smile. Quickly I snapped my attention back to my stuttering best friend, willing her with my facial expression to just fucking blurt it out.

"We're getting married!" She finally screeched as Effy appeared in the doorway behind her, utter confusion flashed across my face. Out of everyone I had ever known Effy was probably the one person I couldn't imagine ever tying the knot, she didn't seem to believe in the constitution of marriage, much like me, and didn't see the point of proving that you loved someone with an extravagant charade, a piece of paper and a ring. It was all slightly too mainstream and Effy was the only other person I would have guessed thought the same way as me. Meanwhile, after zoning out into my own shell of loathing everything about conventional society, I realised that Mel was going on about how it had happened, and where, and knowing her there would be some sort of written exam afterwards just to make sure I had taken it all in. So I paid as much attention as was physically possible; which wasn't a lot as all I could think was...Effy, getting married, Effy, that Effy, married...engaged, Effy getting married to Mel. Fuck!

Eventually, after having the ring shoved under my nose about sixteen times in the space of three minutes I decided to take the sour look off of my face and just be happy for them. They were obviously in love and who was I to say what they should and shouldn't do together, two of my absolute best friends were getting married! I gave Mel a peck on each cheek before pulling her and Effy into a massive hug, attempting not to squeeze the life out of them too much.

Effy cooked, she was a very talented chef, it was annoying really; no matter how hard I tried all I could cook was spaghetti bolognaise and shepherd's pie...well that and anything that just involved stabbing through some polythene with a fork and shoving it in the microwave. I had tried and failed three more times to get hold of Emily in an attempt to make sure she would be home for our special celebration of a dinner. Or at least that is the excuse I am using.

I had popped off to the supermarket to get some wine, leaving the wives to be, preparing something delicious. The shop wasn't a long walk away but I decided to take my time, it was funny, after craving company, it was the company that ended up making me just want to be alone. Thinking about how the only thing Emily and I had decided in the past five and a half years was to move in together. And here were Mel and Effy planning all this, having been together for a considerably shorter period of time than Emily and me. I wasn't sure whether it was because they were moving too fast or because we were moving to slow. I don't think I actually want to know because no matter which way that question is answered it signifies one of our relationships might have a problem, and with that signification comes the hope that it isn't mine.

I couldn't decide whether red or white wine would go best with dinner, I wasn't really in the mood to care, I just wanted to get drunk and pass out, so as long as it was alcoholic, it was good with me. But I figured that a special occasion called for a special drink so I went with a deep red wine that sounded French. They're good at making wine right? I paid quickly and walked back to the apartment, I must have been gone for a total of twenty minutes at the most but as I returned I noticed Emily's car in the car park and my mood improved a little.

As I neared the door, I could hear mumbling, fiddling for my keys and as always they were in the last pocket that I checked. Holding the bottle of wine carefully under my arm I twisted my key in the lock and bustled my way in. Immediately I wished I hadn't, or had at least found the key sooner so that I could have avoided the question from even being asked.

"So have you and Naoms, ever thought about marriage?" Mel asked Emily and I just froze, wine under one arm, keys in my hand, ashamed at the fact that I didn't really want to know the answer.

So there you have it...like I said next few chapters are not even planned yet so the update might be a while! Sorry! I just felt like writing this so I did...

Please review! It really makes my day and reading them all fills the boredom caused by writers block! :D