Hello there, I am new to writing Skins Fan Fiction so I really hope I'm doing things right. This is an idea I've had in my head since hearing about Skins Fire. I thought about what it would be like if Emily finally met someone as special as her, someone she 'should' be with. Now hear me out, I love Naomi to bits. But let's face it, even though she has her reasons, she doesn't treat Emily the way she should! So please be open minded and don't hate me for bringing a new girl into this. I will try to write from many POV'S, right now I will start off in the new girl... NOT LIKE THAT! Jeez, dirty minded. Anyway, not to give anything away but I am a huuge Naomily fan, so don't be so sad (or angry :s) about their lack-of-relationship right now; you never know what's in the future...

I am in love with Emily Fitch.

If there was a word stronger than love I could use, I would use it. she changed my life, and made it worth living. I'd spent my whole life trying to save people, and it made me loose myself. the people I couldn't save, the people who stood in my way, the people who sent monsters to kill me. maybe I tried to save people so I didn't feel so lonely, who knows. all I know is that I'd finally snapped and shut off, hardened myself up at the world so they couldn't bury me along with my sorrows and scars.

The day I met Emily Fitch, the Golem I turned myself into started to crumble. I had arrived at the University early because I didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. I'd spent the night wandering the streets, trying to find someway to retire for the night. No, I'm not homeless, I just can't sleep. not since... ugh. SO not the story to tell right now. so I was in this tiny dorm room, sitting on one of the beds, with my bags in the corner between the bed frame and bookshelf. I was looking at my big black guitar case I had brought with me, with my Epiphone Sheraton ii safely snugged inside the hard case. I had bought it after everything, hoping a new instrument that needed exploring would be able to intrest me enough to heal. It didn't help, and instead I just brought it with me everywhere I went, hoping the inspiration to play would hit me. See, music is my solace. Whenever life is too much for me (which always seems to be the case), I would listen to music, or pick up one of my guitars to make my own. It always helped, and I'd get lost in it. But after everything, I couldn't play anymore. I'd lost my safe place, and myself.

So it came as no suprise that when she poked her head in, I froze up. It seems to be my thing now. My body tenses as if getting ready for a fight and my eyes avoid people for fear that if I look at them or make eye contact, they'll suddenly see me. Of course, I'm not invisible. but for some reason my body seemed to think this would made me undetectable to passers by. There was a quiet knock on the door and I finally plucked up the courage to look up, and in that moment I knew, I was doomed. I made eye contact for the first time in what felt like years. Yeah, I know, I have made eye contact with others from time to time, but this was different. I looked into the brightest brown eyes I've ever seen. She looked back into mine, and I felt naked. I felt that she saw right through me, and into my soul.

She was small, I could tell. You see, the thing about these moments is they are a blur, like a drunken headrush or waking from a 20 year coma. Her sillouhette was about a foot or two shorter than me. She had dark brown hair and flawless pale skin. Then, it happened. She smiled. Something clicked in me at her simple action, and I almost wanted to cry. I don't cry, not anymore. I didn't cry after the funeral, I didn't cry while placing my monthly flowers at the graves. Not when I stubbed my toe and broke it while packing for University, not when that guy almost broke my cheek lastnight trying to steal my guitar. Thank fuck for mma, I thought. My head felt like it was filled with wet cotton, but somehow through that I could hear her husky voice say, something. So I came back to the world and suddenly I was taking in her appearance more clearly. She wore a plain grey tshirt with black sweatpants. You know the ones with the two yellow stripes down the legs? Oh, and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, some stray locks strewn across her face and neck. I noticed I was staring for too long, but I was hoping I still looked spaced out by the time I found my voice to respond.

So I asked her as politely as I could to repeat herself. No, not like that. I know I said I'd stoned up but that didn't make me loose my manners. So she spoke again.

"Is this room 313?"

"Yeah, it is"

I tried to give her the most normal smile I could, you know the one you give to cashiers at grocery stores or to the bank teller. The one where you don't show anything about yourself.

"Great, my name is Emily. I think I'm your new flatmate"

She gave me a smile that made my heart thump. And that, I know, I've never felt before.

"Uhm, I'm September" I croak.

She smiled again, and I was suprised I wasn't a big pile of goo.

"Nice to meet you" she said, and I smiled back.

"Not from around here I gather?"

Wow, stupid. You think? She has a freakin' accent you idiot.

"Hah, yeah. I'm from the UK, this school has the best psychology course I could find. Thank fuck I got accepted. What are you taking?"

She seemed so genuine, she talked to me like we were old friends. Or at least I think that's how it would feel. I've never really had friends.

"Photography and Graphic Design" I managed to push out. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Interesting, not music then?" She pointed to my guitar and I shrugged.

"I'm nowhere near good enough to think about music as a career choice"

"I bet that's a load of bollocks" she said.

I let out a small chuckle "You talk funny"

"No, YOU talk funny" she said, articulating the word YOU while matching my laugh.

"Well, you are in MY country, that makes you odd man out" I said with a grin that she then discribed as 'cheeky'.

I knew it was bothering her, my face. No! I'm not Freddie Kruger! I had a dark purple bruise on my face from the night before... I mentioned the guy! I could tell it was on her mind, and she wanted to ask about it. Every now and then I could see her eyes flick down to it, and she'd go to say something, but I guess she thought better.

A few moments later we could hear some people calling for Emily down the hallway. She quickly took a few steps back and out the door into the hallway and motioned whoever they were into the room. There was an older man, pretty muscular but older. He had dark grey hair that was a little damp from sweat, and a few day old stubble on his face. He wore a tshirt that was clearly too small for him, but I guess he wanted to show his old man muscles or something. He had a few boxes in his grasp and dropped them down on the other bed as soon as he walked in.

"Okay! Katie's got a few more boxes, and thats pretty much it girl. Fitch hug!"

He raised his arms up and she fell into his embrace, calling him a... wanker? I think? but she smiled into it none the less. I'd concluded he was her dad because, it just seemed more likely than a boyfriend or sibling. Within a matter of seconds a girl came in with as much subtlety as a freight train and yelled:

"Whoa bitch! this place is huge! had to lug these boxes up the stairs by myself I did! it ain't my stuff babes, you shoulda helped me!"

Well, this was interesting. They looked like twins, but they where definatly nothing alike. Emily was quiet, but funny. And soft. This version of Emily was, well, not slutty per se, but more... attention seeking? she was loud and had a potty mouth, and if her...boldness... didn't get anyones attention, her clothes and demeaner sure would.

"Oh shit! Sorry! I didn't know your flat mate was here. It's early innit? Sorry, I'm Katie, this is our dad Rob" she said, gesturing to him "and if my sister has been a right twat by not telling you her name, its Emily"

Wow. I liked her already. Mostly because I knew she didn't care enough to want anything from me or to actually see me. She was safe, and I liked that.

"Uuhhh, ya, no she did, I'm September"

"September? that's a... well I love it! ain't no name like that in the UK. Nice to meet you!"

As best a reaction as I could get I guess.

"Love, what happened to your face? If it's your boy then I could teach him a right lesson. It ain't manly to hit a wo-"

He was cut short by Emily shouting "Dad!" and hitting his arm to shut him up.

It was quite amusing actually, I hadn't thought that anyone would think I get abused by a boyfriend. The true story was a lot less compelling and a lot more, well, my own fault.

"No, no" I chuckled "it's fine. I don't get abused, and I don't have a boyfriend. I was walking around lastnight and some random guy thought he could steal my guitar".

Emily looked horrified.

"It's fine really, my guitar is there" I pointed to it like she did earlier "And you should see the other guy" I shrugged. Bad joke.

"There were Two?!"

Wow Katie, not bright? well I guess what I said could have been interpreted that way...

"No I mean, it's a joke. Like ... well okay. What I meant is that I'm fine and he's worse" I explained.

Rob looked at me and smiled "There's a girl who's got balls! I could tell you've got muscles but skills to boot! a girl after my own heart! I feel a lot safer with you around Emily"

I looked over at Emily, and must've looked confused because she said cautiously "My dad is obsessed with fitness "

"And girls that punch" Katie said simply.

Phew! okay, done. I'm so bloody nervous about this. I hate when people don't update for a while, so I'm gonna do my best to update regularly. Fingers crossed you enjoy!

Violet