Title: Blind Sighted

Disclaimer: I own Skins...well, I don't, I just wanted to see what it felt like to say that I did.

Pairing: Naomi/Emily

Summary: Some people fall in love at first sight, others are blind to what's right in front of them.

Note: Just to be clear, the word blindsight doesn't really relate to this story. What I mean by Blind Sighted as the title is relating to being short/long sighted, the event that happens in this chapter and the general ability for people to be blind to what's in front of them.

Blind Sighted

A man sat at the other end of the bar constantly touching what little hair he had left and drinking a whisky. Naomi couldn't see him, but she could feel the intense gaze of his eyes visually undressing her. She spotted him when she arrived and prayed to every God - none of which she believed in - that he wasn't her date. He'd taken one look at her, top to bottom then back up again before sitting down and ordering his drink. She'd concluded that she wasn't going to do this ever again, dating. It was overrated and quite frankly rather horrible to be glared at in such a way, whilst waiting for the actual date, who had the cheek to be late. She downed her vodka and coke which did nothing to comfort her wounded ego. Surely her date wasn't that much of a prick, that he'd taken one look at her and walked back out the door. It wouldn't have surprised her though. She sat there was a scowl on her face wearing her favourite pair of ripped jeans.

'Sorry I'm late.'

Naomi rolled her eyes and continued to stand up from her seat, better late than never. Did she mention how much she hated dating?

'About time,' she mumbled, frowning on sight of the short woman whose hair was on fire, which coincidentally matched her equally vivid dress. Who let their hair match their dress anyway?

'The traffic was terrible and my taxi turned up late, I hope you haven't been waiting long. I'm Emily.'

'I think there's been some mix up,' Naomi said, her frown never faltered as she analysed the woman, not that there was much to analyse, she was a woman after all.

'What do you mean?' Emily asked, sitting down on one of the bar stools. Naomi scowled. Why wasn't she taking the hint? 'You are Naomi?'

'I am, but I'm supposed to be meeting a man. Unless you've had a sex change; your voice is a bit husky and you'd be a pretty short bloke.'

'I'm not a man,' Emily said, the sharpness in her voice indicating that she despised the implication. Naomi tilted her head to the side and chewed on her lip, what the fuck was this; some kind of joke?

'I'm definitely not the right Naomi,' she informed Emily, which seemed to frustrate her more. Naomi had only ever dated men and that's what she intended to continue doing. Quite frankly, she was furious.

'You are,' Emily tried again, her cheeks growing red as Naomi shook her head. 'I put your picture on my phone in case I forgot, though who could forget someone as beautiful as you.'

'What the fuck are you doing with a photograph of me?' Naomi shouted, snatching the phone from her hands. There on the screen she saw a photograph of herself, an unusual smile fixed on her face. It had been taken nearly a year ago on holiday in Italy.

'Though, beauty obviously isn't replicated inside of you.'

'I asked you a question,' Naomi snapped, her mood worsening as she held the phone in the air just out of Emily's reach.

'I got it from your online profile when you arranged to go on a date with me.'

'Firstly,' Naomi began, enunciating every word in a condescending manner. 'My friend Elizabeth set this up and secondly, I was under the assumption that I was meeting a man, you know, flat chested, hand recently been down his pants. A bloke.'

'So I came here for nothing?' Emily asked with a scowl that matched Naomi's infuriation.

'Unless you want a date with the dick staring at your arse,' Naomi smirked, glancing down the bar to the man, who sneered at them. His dick had probably grown in his trousers, much to Naomi's disgust. She glowered at him and turned back to Emily.

'I'm gay,' Emily said, the mock tone of her voice suggesting that this information should have already been known to Naomi. She rolled her eyes and ignored Emily who didn't move from the stool beside her.

Why wasn't she leaving? The last thing Naomi wanted was to be stuck talking to someone she was neither attracted to, nor interested in. She probably worked for a multi-national corporation that tested their products on animals. She was also a woman. She looked like the kind of lesbian who danced around at feminist protests, burning bras and effigies of men. Her red hair hung just below her chin in a fashionable style, shorter than Naomi's but not the standard lesbian cut. Her assumptions were beginning to annoy her. Why was she judging Emily when she'd actually done nothing wrong? She cast her mind back to the photograph on the dating website of an attractive looking male, short brown hair and a cute smile. Then she turned her attention back to Emily; maybe they were the same person. The hair could have changed since she'd uploaded the profile picture. Why was she even considering the options further? She needed a drink and to be as far away from Emily, that bar and the disgusting man as humanly possible.

'I'm sorry, okay?' she said, relaxing her facial expression. 'Effy must have made a mistake. Sorry to waste your time.'

'I suppose it's not your fault,' Emily smiled, but Naomi could see the disappointment on her face.

'I should go.'

'Oh. Yeah.'

The confident exterior, that Emily had shown, quickly faltered, leaving Naomi feeling a mild amount of guilt. The whole situation infuriated her further. None of this mess was her fault and yet she would have to clean it all up. Effy Stonem had a lot to answer for.

'Twat,' Naomi cursed under her breath.

'What did you call me?' Emily asked, her disappointment replaced with sadness.

'Shit, not you, sorry. I was thinking about my soon to be ex-friend. You look lovely Emily, any lesbian would be lucky to have you. I'm just not her.'

'Thanks,' Emily blushed, a small smile reaching her eyes.

'I should go though, you should too. I wouldn't hang around here for too long. That man needs his dick chopping off.'

She smiled at the red head, hoping to at least leave her with a positive image rather than the angry, frustrated part of herself she'd unfortunately shown off. Emily merely nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. She hoped she wasn't going to cry. She looked like the kind of girl that would. Naomi's more sensitive side continued to feel pangs of guilt as she left the bar. Her phone rested between her ear and shoulder as she searched her bag for a cigarette, she fucking needed one after that disaster. After lighting up, she hurried off down the street towards a pub she hung out in after work. She figured the usual regulars would be sat around talking shop as they usually did well into every evening. At least her apparel meant they wouldn't ask questions.

'You are fucking dead to me Elizabeth Stonem,' she shouted into the phone.

'Date not going well?'

'You set me up with a fucking woman. Did you forget that I'm straight?'

The freedom of the quiet, dark street allowed Naomi to let loose on her anger. She tensed up as Effy sighed down the phone, a noise she very rarely made out loud. Sometimes Naomi couldn't be doing with her friend's games, today was one of those days.

'You said no to every man I showed you a picture of.'

'And? I told you I didn't want to start internet dating but you wouldn't listen. You always think you know best.'

'I do know best.'

'Fuck you Effy,' Naomi screamed, hanging up the phone.

She hurriedly dialled Effy's number again, resting the phone against her shoulder whilst attempting to light a second cigarette. She needed nicotine. What she really needed was a spliff but she didn't have any.

'And for the record, never set me up with a woman again. I'm not gay, stupid.'

'You already said that.'

Naomi didn't need to be on the other end of the phone to know that Effy was smirking; she could hear it in her voice. There would never be enough words in the world to respond to Effy's silences, so Naomi stopped talking, hoping that she could smoke the bitch out of her mute-mode.

'I thought you might at least try it. You never know until you give it a go.'

'I don't need to give it a go. I've already tried men, I know I love cock.'

She didn't exactly love cock, but she put up with it for the sake of her sexual desires. She'd never found anyone worth keeping around and the more time she spent alone, the happier she was with the odd bit of sex here and there. Not that any of her conquests had ever complained. Bastards. Sometimes she considered the reality that she would forever be alone with nothing but a Rampant Rabbit for company. She wondered if it was better that way. No brainless men to piss her off, she had Effy for that.

'Except no cock has been good enough since you slept with Cook.'

Christ, did she ever stop with the freaky all seeing thing? Cook was the last person Naomi slept with, but only because he was there and had no chance of pulling the girls in the club. She was bored and had broken up with a clingy teenager trapped in an adult's body, she needed some light relief. As good as her rabbit was, sometimes she just needed to feel skin on skin.

'That was one night, how the fuck do you even know about that? I was drunk and inebriated. I needed sex.'

'So you went to Cook?'

'Don't ask me questions you don't need an answer for. You know everything.'

'Yes.'

'I'm going to get smashed,' Naomi said, stepping in a puddle and cursing loudly. 'Jesus fucking, meet me at The Pilot near work.'

She shook off her wet foot and decided to blame her soaked shoe on Effy, the whole night wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for her trying to set her up with anyone and everyone. She didn't need a boyfriend to be happy; she didn't even need a fuck buddy. She was perfectly fine as she was.

'I'm busy.'

'You owe me.'

'I can't.'

'What's so important that you can't save me from a night with the drones?'

Every single person at her workplace seemed to be living in another century. All they talked about was the weather, the state of the buses and how many toothbrushes they had at home. Not one of them was married, despite them all flirting with each other very badly. Sometimes Naomi just wanted to shout for them all to shut up, then pair them off and send them to hotel rooms for a good fuck. Naomi had grown up in a house full of colour with a mother who cared more about the environment, equality for everyone and the little people sticking it to the man. As much as Naomi begrudged the idea that she was anything like her, she wished for once that they could have a conversation about the latest Prime Minister's attempt at 'fixing' the country.

'Tony's here, he brought his new fiancé to meet mum and I.'

'Fantastic,' Naomi rolled her eyes. From one dick to another. 'I hope she can handle him.'

'I'll see you tomorrow.'

'I still fucking hate you,' Naomi shouted down the phone as she entered the pub.

'I love you too.'