AN: I do not own any of this. Things you should know though include that I am American and I apologize for it lol and also I write this during one of my classes while my professor actually reads from the text book so I apologize for any mistakes and what not. Review =]

The teacher was droning on and on for what felt like hours but couldn't possibly have been more than thirty minutes. Her eyes could not stay open and she felt her head drooping occasionally only to be snapped back up again when she felt her peroxide hair fall into her eyes. It was only the second class of the semester and Naomi could already tell that third period was going to be her napping class this year. She was still trying to figure out how she had let the meek little red head next to her convince her that taking British Romantic Literature together was a good idea. Give Naomi any countries foreign policy and she could analyze and argue the shit out of it but throw in a simile, metaphor or iambic pentameter and you completely lost her. Why couldn't these authors say what they wanted say without hiding it behind symbolism and stressed and unstressed syllables.

She was suddenly very alert and awake due to a hard jab to her side. Looking over she saw a very pissed off red head glaring at her. She offered a sympathetic smile and tried her hardest to stay awake for the last ten minutes even though it seemed like a near impossible task. When the bell finally rang she did nothing to hide her sigh of relief. She heard the teacher mumble something about a writing assignment but she paid no attention preparing herself instead for the wrath she was about to receive from her best fiend.

To everyone else including her own twin Emily was nothing more than a shy pushover but Naomi knew better than that and felt privileged to be able to see how much more she really was. However right now she wished she wouldn't have to deal with the angry side. Emily was already standing in front of her before Naomi was even able to gather her books.

"You are an embarrassment to the education system and an insult to all us wannabe teachers, do you know that?" Emily glared at Naomi

"C'mon Hun relax a little your face matches your hair right now" she said trying to ease the situation with a laugh

"Its not a joke Naomi this class is very important to me. I had to sit through the Implementation of Democracy last year because it was important to you and now you cant show me the same respect being my best friend and all" Emily said with a look on her face that made Naomi feel guilt instantaneously.

Naomi knew she couldn't help feeling tired but letting down Emily was not something she handled well. Emily was the only person that she felt close to. Not her own mother understood Naomi like Emily did. And when Naomi was a flailing shell of a human spiraling out of control spending 99% of her time getting pissed Emily was the one who pulled her out of the dark. So the least she could do was stay awake long enough to learn about sonnets with her.

"Sorry Ems, I really am. Just none of this stuff makes any sense to me. Its so artsy"

Emily looked at her knowing how hard it was for Naomi to admit she wasn't perfect at something and decided to let her off the hook, "Well I know of a very good tutor who will be willing to help you"

"Oo la la is she sexy I always had a naughty teacher fantasy"

Emily couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her best friend "Ugh you perv I was talking about me"

Naomi just winks at Emily sending them both into a giggle fit signifying the end of Emily's anger. Which was another reason that Naomi considered Emily to be amazing. No matter how may mistakes she made or how big of a bitch she was Emily was always able to forgive her and move past it. Naomi was horrified for the day that would change but for now Emily was the greatest person she knew and considered herself amazingly lucky to call Emily her best friend.

Naomi and Emily had met as little girls in a park in Bristol. Emily was crying because lovely Katie Fitch, the twin, who had begun to be a complete cow early on in life told Emily she wasn't cool enough to hang out with her and her friends. Already having a vendetta against the world for not giving her a daddy Naomi was a bit of a loner even then but for some reason immediately took to the crying child and from then on it became them against the rest of the world.

When Naomi came out two years ago Emily shrugged it off and gave her a joking warning not to molest her in her sleep. And then a year after that Emily showed up in Naomi's room crying that she drunkenly made out with a girl and liked it. After consoling her Emily admitted to having these feelings a while but didn't want Naomi to think she was copying her. Naomi called her an idiot for thinking such a thing and they went on to think of it as reason why they really were the very best friends ever.

They made their way slowly down the hall since they had free this period together before they separated for the rest of the day's lessons. They never went to the lunchroom unless it was pouring or brutally cold. They usually sat under the oak tree in the back lawn. It allowed them to talk without being interrupted by the completely idiotic antics of the other people their age and avoid the ignorant comments that were often thrown at them.

Coming out of the door Emily was suddenly absent from Naomi's side and when she looked over she saw Emily pinned against the wall with a brunette attacking her lips.

An "I missed you baby" was mumbled against Emily's lips and when they were finally done the brunette looked at Naomi fainting surprise "Oh hi Naomi"

"Hi Effy" she replied trying to control the disdain as much as she could. Every time she saw them together her urge to punch the mysterious brunette in the face grew stronger.