This is my second fic so be kind and pleaseee review? I know it's a chore but it will make me smile muchly :)

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The afternoon was dark as the large blobs of rain hit the fresh windows that towered above the busy and most prestigious streets in London. Work couldn't have gone any worse, and if that know it all manager requested she get him a coffee once more today she probably would have gauged his eye out with the so called amazing personalised pencil the office brought her for her 21st birthday. I mean really, who wants their name on a Pencil? Is that what her life amounted to? The truly exhausted girl sighed in disbelief as she heard the door close behind her. Immediately she removed her head from her hands and placed a fake smile across it.

'Hey, your home'

He was about 5ft10, with dark (and perfectly combed over) hair and pearly white teeth. He wasn't exactly Brad Pitt, but Emily swore she saw a 'ping' emerge from those teeth the first time they met.

'Emily?' he looked with confusion, his tie draped over his smart briefcase as his other hand held his suit jacket and coat.

'Erm Hi. I just wondered if you ... well, needed anything doing, Work wasn't so good'

'Well' his forehead creased 'I know were engaged babe and, I know you have good intentions, I do but, well I gave you a key to my new apartment in case of... you know... emergencies?'

He threw his keys down onto the marble worktop

'I know' She stood 'I mean, I just thought. Dinner or... anything you need fetching? I had a really bad day today...'

'Hmm. Well I suppose you could make something if you must...'

Her fists clenched slightly at her sides as her jaw tightened. Steven was the model of a perfect husband according to her father. He had his life worked out, managing an IT company that was growing by the day. He had more money than he could spend, though he would try his hardest just to push his luck. Another key to Steven was incapable ability to listen to what she had to say or to even make an attempt to care about it unless she forced it upon him.

'Well, what do you want if I make something?'

He placed his briefcase onto the table and turned to face her.

'Look, Emily. You not the only one who didn't have a good day at work, okay? Just... I don't know, pick something!'

She was shocked to say the least at his little outburst, and even more so at the fact that he had actually listened to her in the first place. He studied the look of horror expressed on her face and immediately softened his features, walking towards her slightly and enveloping her in a hug.

As his warmth collided with her she found it a quite funny juxtaposition that she still felt cold. She felt something strong for him. She couldn't pinpoint it, was it love or lust? Or maybe something else. He never had the power to make her feel passionate and really want him. A hug, a touch, a kiss could never satisfy her and she sometimes wondered if it was just her, or just life. Love wasn't all what it was cracked up to be. This wasn't all special like love was cracked up to be either.

Emily had a complicated past. She was determined to make something of herself, and had friends who could make her laugh and cry all at the same time. She knew since she was in her teenage years that she was bisexual, and had a pretty hard time choosing which sex she had a greater love for. Her parents hadn't taken to it well to start with. Neither had Katie. James was amused, and the amount of muff jokes that he told round the table never went down to well with either parent. But over time, and visits for a handful or unique boys and girls the Fitch family had learnt to just deal whatever situation Emily was thrown in, and to love her all the same.

'I'm sorry babes... but I'm just frustrated, you know?'

She nodded in agreement, full well knowing that being your own boss must have been significantly easier than pleasing her boss whose best feature was picking everyone else's faults.

'I'm going to meet some execs from Microsoft at the Hyatt for a drink, get that dinner on okay hun?'

'Yeah, sure.' She replied half-heartedly, as usual

With one last peck and a glance at the clock he was out the door, and walking towards the new Mercedes that sat waiting on hand for him as usual.

With one last glance around the not-so-homely modern apartment the redhead reached into her pocket and phoned the one person who was always there when Steven decided to be a complete and utter prick

'Hey. Can I come round? Okay. Love you'

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'She thinks your STILL meeting Microsoft executives?'

'Well she doesn't understand how the business works...' Steven shrugged

'Mate its 9 o'clock; she probably thinks your cheating right now.'

'... We've sorted profit, I deserve a drink. Besides, she's driving me to it...'

The 5 men sat around each other looking rather pleased with the budget that sat itself spread across the table. 12 grand profit, no problem.

'What are you on about? Emily's hot...' replied a man holding a few folders's whilst sipping on a double whiskey.

Steven crossed his legs as his head compelled itself in thought 'I just...I feel smothered! All she ever does is asks me if I need things and wait's on me hand and foot. I came home and she was just there...'

'I would so take advantage of that...'

All men laughed as the businessman stopped on a more serious note. 'There's only so much you can take before things start to really piss you off'

'Um... so what you going to do?'

'We'll just have to wait and see.'

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'Katie'

The darker haired twin sighed as she flung the door open. 'Spose you should come in then.'

Emily dragged herself through the home that seemed an opposite to Steven's life-less apartment and threw her body onto the large comfy sofa in the living room, her body sinking into it instantaneously. She sighed and squeezer her eyes closed, wishing for everything to just click into place for once.

Katie moved next to her twin and placed 2 hot cups of coffee onto the knee high table before turning to face her with an empathetic look on her face.

'You going to explain why you're sitting here huffing and puffing then?'

'You want to take a guess?'

'Steven...'

'Hmmm'

'I'm going to be honest. You want to know what your problem is Em's? You're such a push over to him...'

'That's not true' she protested, sitting up and taking her coffee in one hand. In all fairness the redhead knew she was just trying to convince herself.

'Emily' she sighed

'What?'

'You know you are. All you ever do is try and please him. Why don't you ever think of yourself?'

Sitting back into the chair, Emily sighed again, her eyes looking towards to ceiling in hope that God might pop out and make everything better.

'Cuz...'

'Cuz what? Your engaged Emily, you're meant to be shagging him every night and getting high of the idea of a perfect wedding'

'I am excited...'

'Don't lie Em's' Katie replied, her tone lower than before 'Anyone can see, you're not even happy... with work, with Steven, with everything'

She was right. Katie was always right. She wasn't the immature girl who was known for her flirtatious attitudes and techniques anymore, she was a grown up. Who in her own right, had made something of her life, and had stopped being the picky little girl she once was.

The tension in the room was sliced immediately from calls being heard from the hallway, causing Katie's face to erupt into a huge grin and a look into the doorway.

'I'm home babes' his rough voice called as a loud thud was heard, presumably the vibration of a bag of tools slamming against the hard of the laminate flooring.

His large build made its way through the door and immediately picked Katie up with no effort at all. She squealed in delight and the other twin felt guilty at the thought of her witnessing a private yet so innocent exchange between the two lovers. Her eyes danced between both of them as her twin spun in his arms and kissed him with a passion and force that she had only ever done with him. It didn't matter that he was covered head to work boot in sweat, dust and dirt, as long as he was there, with her. She smiled inwardly to herself.

'Hey Em's' he grinned, his teeth standing out in his dark form

'Hey' she waved back lightly

'Anyway, I better go get in the shower before I make a mess of the house, you want to see Katie when she's angry' he winked, and received a playful slap on his arm to which he just laughed and disappeared.

The redhead continued to watch her now brunette sister eye her man as he walked up the stairs, before noticing he stopped mid way.

'Oh, and babes?'

'Yeah?' she called, love struck

'Missed you'

Her grin grew, if possible, as her slightly embarrassed eyes hit the floor. She still remembered Katie's words when she first met Darren those 2 years ago. 'He's a mechanic, totally fit, like one of those from the calendars'. She was right. He was built, toned, and utterly gorgeous. Some of the endless stories from Katie were to perverted to even be mentioned, including the details about the mess on the sheets when she couldn't contain herself when he got back from work. Her recollection of that night was summed up with 'probably the dirtiest we have had' and Emily had no doubt that she meant in more ways than one.

'Katie...'

'Yeah?' she replied, happily taking her spot again.

'You love him, right?'

'More than anything'

Emily felt a dip in her stomach. Did she have that glint in her eye when Steven kissed her, because she certainly didn't have that reaction. Up until now all she ever did was try and please him and make him happy by putting him first and her second. The twin thought back to the night's events to how differently she and her twin had been greeted by their partners, and immediately felt sick of the thought of how different they were. If he loved her, he didn't seem to be showing it.

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'Look Campbell, here's the thing. You've been working for me for what... 2 years now?'

'Hmm, 3 sir.'

'3 years. Now I'm all for second chances, but the amount of times I have to tell you about playing your music or iPod while everyone else is working is getting out of hand. And chitter-chatting. We don't work in a call centre, Campbell.'

'I'm sorry'

'It's wearing thin, that word. How many times have you said it? We're a young and professional upcoming fashion line, and with the economy at the current time, that's not being very generous to me, you understand?'

'Yes Mr Hirashi'

'Good, now go back to work, and please tell Mrs Moon to come in, we need words...'

The feisty blonde exited the room mumbling and cursing under her breath, mimicking her bosses every word as she did so. Upcoming fashion line? What kind of fashion line is still 'upcoming' after 3 years? She soon flung herself into the chair staring at the endless style models before her, sighing into the never ending, non self-satisfying job before her.

'Panda...'

'Whizzer!'

'Hirashi wants to see you'

Pandora's face suddenly dropped to one of panic. She was a regular in his office, usually for her choice of 'colloquial words'

'I better get my banana if he's going to go ape!'

Well, at least that made her day that little bit brighter.

Effy lifted her head 'Did he gruel you then?'

'As he does everyday...' she rolled her eyes

'I wouldn't worry...'

'Why Ef? Your only in this job for a bit or pocket money for when you're not at university... least Hirashi pays us from his own picket. He's a twat'

'A loaded twat, and besides, I graduate in a month ... you should have went'

'Why? So I can spend everything I earn in a year on something that isn't going to help get my ideal job choice for 3 years?!'

'And this is your ideal job choice?'

'It's a step in the right direction. I want to go into fashion, this is just ...experience' she shrugged, looking towards the mounts of folders and beginning to work through them. Christian Labouttin –uninterested, for the 3rd time this year. Pepe Jeans – uninterested for the 5th time in two years.

'We both know the only reason you didn't go was because of your stuck up ex all that time ago'

'That's not true...' she answered, half listening to the girl babble on. Diesel – uninterested. Marc Jacobs –uninterested.

'Yes it is, she was doing the course you wanted, and so you hated it all of a sudden'

'Either way, it doesn't matter now...' she replied, not lifting her head.

'It matter's because you're not happy'

Immediately the blonde's head swung up shooting confused daggers towards the brunette.

'Just go back to work Eff.'

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'Mum?'

'Dining room hun!'

She made her way through, pulling a face that was the equivalent to one of constipation at the weight of the folders and bag's she carried.

Her mother and new partner sat themselves at the table, her smiling away as usual and him scowling. As usual. Naomi and Tom had never really got on, he only ever seemed to have a soft spot for the elder Campbell, constantly putting Naomi down or making a comment here or there just to signify that she wasn't all she could be. It was either 'You should have gone to university', or 'that job you're in is terrible' that got her the most, although the most memorable insult was 'I don't like the colour of your hair' considering it was identical to that of her mother's.

'I told you Gina, late to dinner'

'Least I turned up...'

'Now now' her mother preached 'Can we not have one dinner where there isn't an argument?'

'Well maybe if she found herself a fella then she wouldn't always be here FOR dinner, Gina'

'Tom, how many times have I told you, I'm gay.' She announced, slumping herself onto the chair as her mother fussed to put her dinner before her.

He waved his fork as he chewed his food 'nonsense! No such thing, it's unnatural!'

The blonde's eyes widened and jaw clenched as she threw a look at her mother, who shrugged in response.

'How was work, love?'

'Um, you know the usual. The boss gave me a grilling, as usual'

'Sorry to hear that hun...'

Tom looked between the two. Naomi always considered he look like a slightly younger, middle class version of Donald Trump, with darker hair and always wearing a polo shirt.

'I always say it Naomi! Should have gone to university...'

'I don't have university money, but thanks for the unwanted advise Tom' she smiled sarcastically

'Should have got your lazy arse a job in college then, I know what you kids are like! Drinking till all hours in the morning...'

'Yeah, it's what kids do nowadays. Were not in the stone age...'

'Don't you talk to me like that, you may be nearing 22, but I'm still your elder and you'll still respect me for it!'

She stared into his eyes for a minute or so. Who did he think he was? Coming into her house and talking to her like a child. After a few minutes in awkward silence she pushed back from the chair and loudly made her way into the hall and up the stairs.

As her feet caused the wood the creak beneath her she heard the mumble in the kitchen that was her mother's attempt at defending her. Major Fail.

An unhappy day at work, accompanied by a miserable arrival at home. It was just the icing on the cake to her pathetic day to day life that seemed to have no excitement in it whatsoever.

The last thought that went through the blonde's mind that night was how everything was how it shouldn't be, and how it was near impossible for anyone on the planet to feel as low as she did in that moment.

Or at least she thought...

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