Hey, this is the first story I've ever written so please be nice. I've been a member here for a couple of months now, just 'observing' but I thought it was about time that I contributed...! So, yeah, this will obviously get better, as we definitely haven't met the small but perfect Emily Fitch yet. So give me a review if you want me to continue, or just anyway, I'm here to make friends too :)

Brief overview, Naomi and Freddie are best friends. Naomi's off to university in London, she meets Cook and Emily along the way. Will feature all cast at some point, so give me a shout if you want me to continue...

1 - Time Awaits

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shittttt.

"Mummmmmmm!", "Mummmm!"

As per, I was fucking later. To top it off, my room looked vaguely like a nuclear holocaust had started, and there was a bald woman asleep in my bath. Just my luck.

It's currently 9:50. My train to London leaves in 3 minutes. There is more chance that Boy George is straight than me making my train. Oh, did I mention, my mother is fucking useless.

"Oh Naomi, you're still here, I thought you left yesterday?"

"Did you not realise at any point, for example when I had diner with you last night, that I was still here. Christ, you're clearly an idiot. And WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A HOBO IN MY BATH?"

"Oh darling, I thought you'd understand, you weren't here, you see, and she had no where else… I couldn't refuse…"

I don't have time for this. Christ, she's like the biggest fucking malco since sliced bread was created. I hurried out the door, shouting a disgruntled goodbye while simultaneously grabbing a clean-ish coat from my wardrobe, and pulling my case behind me. Thank Jesus Christ in heaven that I packed yesterday, first sensible thing Freddie's ever suggested. And he was high.

Surprise, I missed it. Luckily, the next one wasn't too long a wait, and it gave me plenty opportunity to remove the pyjamas that I was still wearing underneath the coat (thank fuck I wore pyjamas last night – a first). I looked like death, microwaved. But I like to think I can pull that look off.

On the train, I deliberately headed for the quiet zone, crossing my fingers in the hope of a free double seat and a chance to catch up on the lost sleep. Fuck Freddie and his "Naomi's going to Uni" Leaving party. Turns out, half the population of the wider Bristol area had the same idea, and the place was packed out. Men in tight nylon suit sipping congealed coffee, and weekend shoppers giggling over fashion magazines. I sat down next to the quietest passenger, a guy, about my age, listening to an iPod which wasn't overly loud, but still loud enough that I could hear every word of the song. Brilliant. Chance of sleep = nil. I was just holding out for him to stay 'plugged in' all journey, train chats piss me off.

:)