Hey guys, this is my first Naomily fan fiction!
I haven't got a story line yet…so I'm just going with the flow!
Review and let me know what you're thinking!
Anything is appreciated haha...
Anyway….
I don't own Skins or their characters….or do I….0_o…
She put the joint to her lips and took a long drag, allowing the smoke to invade every bit of air space in her lungs, holding it for a few moments and slowly blew out, watching it slowly dance up towards the checked patterned ceiling of the bathroom as it passed her face. She had no idea how long she had been there. She closed her eyes and let the joint relax her muscles. It was against the rules for CHERUB agents to do any kind of drugs, and there were regular drug tests every few months. Those found with drugs in their system were expelled immediately and put in foster care. But she didn't care. Not anymore. She breathed in deep as she remembered the feel of the grass scratching the skin just below her knees. The smell of mud invading her senses, the weight of her legs as she ran, faster than she ever had before, wading through thick bogs and climbing over trees. The sound... The sound of gunshots whizzing past her head, the anguished screams of prisoners, being bogged down in the mud, and shot without a single ounce of remorse from the guards, the scream of her best friend, her sister.
'Just going to take a piss and I'll be back Cook, save me some tequillllaaaaaaa!'
The door smashed open, hitting off the bath and shaking Emily out of her thoughts.
'Fucking hell, I'm in here! Get the fuck out!' Emily raged, sitting up slightly and pointing at the blonde.
The blonde stumbled into the bathroom and looked around looking for the voice.
'Oh…it's you!' slight warmth in the blondes voice. 'Why the fuck, are you in a bathtub…it's a party?' Naomi slurred, laughing at the red head.
'Didn't you hear me bitch? Get the fuck out!'Emily stood up in the bath and went to push the blonde out, grabbing her arm and pushing her towards the door. 'It's a free country bitch' Naomi retorted, imitating Emily's insult, shaking her off.
'And if I'm not mistaken it's one of my human rights. As a member of this society and of the United Kingdom, under the Human Rights Act of 1967, I am allowed to take a piss…in this pisser, whenever I want, which correct me if I'm wrong…would be right now!' Naomi grinned smugly at the girl and started to remove her belt.
'Fuck sake, you always were a fucking smart arse. Just make it quick yeh?' Emily turned around and pulled another joint out her pocket, quickly lit it and sat back down in the bath, swinging her legs over the side. Naomi, unashamedly dropped her pants and sat on the toilet, and began singing the song that was coming through the crack in the door, to cover up the sound of her pissing.
'And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time! IT'S A QUARTER AFTER ONE, IM A LITTLE DRUNK AND I NEED YOU NOW….'
Emily raised an eyebrow at the blonde who was swaying on the seat, having the time of her life.
'Convenient Blondie eh?' Emily winked at the blonde, taking another drag. Naomi turned to look at Emily, her wide grin slowly turning into a frown. Her eyes almost lost a little of their usual sparkle.
'Funny Emily.' The blonde stood up, flushed and walked over to the sink to wash her hands.
Emily, felt bad. She didn't deserve that, she may have been in a shitter of a mood, but even she knew that was uncalled for.
'Peace offering?' Emily held the joint out to the blonde, raised an eyebrow and patted a space next to her in the bath.
Naomi stared questionably at her. After a year, she now choses to be nice?
'Nah. I'm good thanks.' She wasn't going to be won over so easily. She was still struggling with her belt; her eyes couldn't focus on much, damn her drunkenness. 'God you always were useless with belts! I honestly don't why you even wear one!' Emily fumbled her way over to Naomi and did her belt for her. Her fingers grazed the skin of Naomi's toned stomach and they both looked at each other.
'Please Naioms…one joint?' Emily looked up at Naomi and pouted.
She knew she never could resist that pout. They both moved back to the bath and
Naomi begrudgingly fell into a seat next to Emily. 'You always knew how to make me come around!' Naomi took the joint out of Emily's mouth and took a long drag.
Up close, Emily could see and smell just how drunk Naomi was. Her pupils were huge, and unfocused, but sparkling blue...as she remembered. As well as the smell of vodka radiating off her.
'Ya' looking at Ems?' swinging her head towards Emily and grinned.
'N-nothing.' She stuttered. Taking the joint back off her and taking deep draws.
'Haha, yeah right, I seen that look, struggling to keep those eyes off me, as always!' She sniggered.
'Fuck off, don't think so highly of yourself. Those feelings have been and gone!' Emily seethed.
Naomi stared at her. She really had changed. This wasn't the Emily she used to know. Who used to follow her about campus. Who was there for her throughout basic training. Who she had loved for all those years. 'What happened Ems? I thought things were finally….alright after everything? Then you went away on that mission…and you came back and you were…just so different, I couldn't even get close to you …even talk to you. You shut me out. And now look at us. We can't even be in the same room without one of us snapping.' Naomi looked down at Emily, tears forming in her eyes. 'I loved you…we finally fixed everything and then you just dropped me. We haven't even had a proper conversation since you got back. I know you had a lot of stuff to deal with and I left you to deal with it... you made it clear that's what you want…I just don't know what to do.' Naomi reached over and grabbed her hand.
Emily knew what she had done was wrong, but no one understood. No one knew what she went through on that mission. She was bound to secrecy until everything had blown over. 6 months later and they were still cleaning up the mess.
'Naomi you don't understand…you don't know what I went through. And I'm not about to sit here and pour my heart out to you, get the sympathy speech and things go back to how they were. Those days are over. Nothing's going to change yeah? We are over. The sooner you realise that, the better.' Emily shoved Naomi's hand away and stood up and went to open the door. Naomi fell out the tub and ran after Emily. 'Emily…'she pulled on her hand …'don't…Just…Urgh...fuck it.' She pushed Emily up against the frame of the door, leaned in and ran her nose against hers, pulling at her hips and kissed her, the kiss lasted only a few seconds before Emily even had a chance to push Naomi off, Naomi pulled back looked at her. 'I still love you…and I don't care how long this takes to figure out...i never stopped loving you...just…just don't push me away...let me help!' Emily's eyes were filled with tears…'I'm not the Emily you loved Naomi…I've changed…in more ways that you can see in the 20 minutes you spent with me…just forget about us. Nothing's going to happen….' Emily pushed Naomi away slightly and made her way through the raging masses of people. Avoiding the worried looks from her ex friends and her twin sister. She made her way back to her dorm and climbed into bed, not bothering to change. She cuddled into Naomi's old nightshirt, still kept under her pillow, and let her mind real over everything that happened that night. She detested that last mission. The mission that ruined her life, and took away her best friend, and destroyed her relationship with her girlfriend and friends. Silent tears fell down her face, as she fell into a restless slumber, dreaming of the night everything changed. The Escape from Arizona Max.