My name's Emily Fitch, charm, wit and beauty are the three words that most people would use to describe me.

I'm in my first year of Roundview College, Bristol, the biggest shit hole ever to grace this earth. But it'll do I suppose.

Now I know what you're thinking, I'm not one of those slutty, bitchy girls. No! I keep my self to my self but still everyone seems to have some sort of interest towards me.

Now my twin, Katie, she's completely the opposite, she is the bitchy slut (sort of). She loves the attention she gets from wearing short skirts, low cut tops and shouting her mouth off when ever possible.

But I suppose I'm making her sound worse than she is. As a sister she's there when I need her, stands up for me and knows that she'll get no competition from me.

And that's another thing you'll need to know about me. I'm gay. Have known for what seems like forever but only came out in my last year of secondary school. Everyone's cool with it and some think it makes me more endearing.

Monday morning – First day of spring term

As usual Katie and I were picked up by her football boyfriend, Danny, in his disgusting yellow sports car. I would prefer not to even step in to a 10 meter radius of that car let alone sit in it ( who knows what I've caught in the last 6 months) but there is no way I'm walking. Way too far (I'm only little)

As we pull up Katie conveniently hits the button that makes the roof retract so everyone in the whole college can get a good view of her and Danny sucking each other's faces off.

I managed to step away from the STI mobile quickly and unscathed (this time) and make my way in to the main building.

I head over to my locker and get quite a few looks from passers by, both male and female and a couple of "hi's" here and there from people that I actually know.

Taking my books out from the top shelf surveying my timetable briefly I see my newest 'stalker', Louise Matthews, making her way towards me.

"Heya Emily."

"Hey." I say unenthusiastically back.

It's not that Louise isn't a nice girl, she is, but that doesn't mean that I want to go out with her.

"So I was wondering if maybe...um....you wanted to go to a concert with me on Friday. It's just I have a spare ticket and thought that if you were free then you know...." she rambled on.

"I'm sorry Lou." She blushed slightly at the abbreviation "but Katie and I have already made plans for Friday."

"O...okay." she replied half heartedly "um...well maybe another time then?"

"Um...yeah maybe, I suppose."

She walked of as if broken and I felt pretty bad for turning her down. Normally I would happily go out with a girl like Louise. Pretty, athletic, funny, musical. But I seemed to be more focused on the only girl I couldn't get.

And just then she appeared around the next corner.

Naomi Campbell, the epitome of perfection in my eyes. She was a nice height and a body that was curvy but not fat (just enough to hold on to ;) ) gorgeous blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes that I think I will ever encounter. But the only girl I couldn't seem to get.

She was complex. Kept herself to herself, just like me, yet it didn't seem to be doing her any favours like it was to me.

She was a little geeky, always paying attention in class and never missing a coursework deadline, but I found that really attracting.

And now you're asking 'why the hell hasn't she made a move then?'

Well to answer that, Naomi Campbell is the only girl, wait, person to ever make me nervous. At all. I think it may be an intellect thing, or perhaps just the fact that over the last 6 months I seem to have started falling harder and harder for the girl that I haven't even said one word to.

Typical!

A/N: Well this is the start of a new, longer, Naomily fic for me. Let me know your thoughts/critisims. I've made Emily more confident and popular but she will still be pretty similar to the Emily we know and love.

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