Hello there Skins' readers. I have thought about writing an AU story but postponing it for some time now. So a pretty good storyline popped into my head and I believe you will like it and I can guarantee there will be even more than what you will read in Chapter one. I have chosen not to reveal some things from the beginning and you will find out some shocking revelations on the way. It will be Naomi's and Emily's POV, I start with Naomi's and the next chapter will be Emily's and vice versa. So I hope you will enjoy my story and let me know what you think :-)
p.s. Each chapter's title is a different colour. There is a reason why I have chosen the colour for each chapter which you will find out while reading. :-)
I do not obviously own Skins, not even a tiny bit!
Chapter one: Green
*Naomi's POV*
Thursday Morning 10:25
Naomi stares startled at the tall building in front of her. She doesn't know whether to push the doorbell or run away. Fear is taking over again. Maybe it's not that tall after all, but everything seems bigger when she is stressed. She tries hard to convince herself to shake her bloody hand and push that button but nothing happens for a few minutes. It is a common thing to visit a psychologist nowadays, even fashionable. But Naomi hates fashion, trends and all that shit. She looks at her vintage wristwatch and realises that there's no more time for postponing. Additionally, she is gonna meet Cook at 1:00 and she can't stand his messages full of angry sexual innuendos whenever she is late. But come to think about it, Cook's messages are always full of filthy sexual comments..She snaps out of this few-minutes coma and finds Emily Fitch's doorbell.
grinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Three seconds passed and she is seriously considering leaving when she hears a reply.
"Yes"
"Um Hello. My name is Naomi Campbell and I have an appointment with Mrs Emily Fitch at 10:45."
"Eighth floor, third door on your right"
She quickly pictures herself arriving all sweaty and short of breath on the eighth fuckin' floor and decides still unwillingly to take the lift. She absolutely hates lifts and especially in buildings she has never been before. On this short trip in the small and shrieking lift she curses herself for smoking. It is a habit she wants to get rid of, she has tried lots of times in the past but to no avail yet. Maybe this is a good chance to try again, with the psychologist it might prove to be easier.
din!
Now she has another reason to curse herself for and that's her short attention span. She can't remember if the office is on her right or on her left, and is it the 4rth on the right or the 3rd on the left? Damn, that's even more tricky to remember. After a few seconds, she notices a gold sign outside the half open door: 'Emily Fitch: Counselling psychologist.'
The waiting room is quite fair. To her surprise there is no secretary and this quite a relief, she wouldn't like to have someone staring at her. She is in enough emotional distress already. Her eyes instantly catch the green lamp with the yellow flowers next to the armchairs. An excellent choice for a psychologist's office, it's said that green is a colour that calms people and Naomi feels it, she feels calmer.
"Miss Campbell"
"Uhh yes!" she bounces a bit from the big armchair that she has just sat. Obviously she's not as calm as she believed to be.
"Will you please wait for a few minutes? I will be right there with you."
"Sure. No problem"
Naomi is starting to like this deep, husky voice. It shows confidence, steadiness. For Naomi voice is number one factor for liking a person when she meets him/her, next it's their hands. She is a sucker for deep voices and smooth hands with thin fingers and clean cut nails. However, she should have learnt from her past not to put trust in these features...and now she is officially pissed just by thinking about it.
In urgent need for a fag she starts searching her coats pockets. After finding her silver lighter and a chewing gum she spots her packet in her coat's inner pocket. She opens the window next to the green lamp and takes a few good puffs of smoke and huffs them with her chin raised towards the sky. It takes only a few puffs for Naomi to start feeling disgusted about the fag she's holding and she swears to quit it first thing on Monday. Or is Monday just a diet thing?
She notices an old mirror placed just opposite from her. She is not surprised she hasn't notices it when she entered the room since she hates looking herself in mirrors. It's not that she finds herself hideous. She just doesn't like looking at her projection, that's all. And now apart from her stress she has the 'pleasure' to know that her hair is a total mess. So fuckin' fantastic! At least this purple cardigan that she bought last week looks quite good on her and feels glad that these extra kilos she has gained seems to vanish gradually. Today she finally fit into these tight black jeans she's wearing now and she's damn happy bout it. If only she could limit the amount of alcohol Cook pours into her throat every weekend she would also be able to fit in those yellow tight trousers she bought two year ago and has only worn once or twice. That's when she met Cook..and alcohol became her weekend routine.
**I am the passenger and I ride and I ride, I ride through the city's backsides, I see the stars come out of the sky. Yeah, the bright and hollow sky. You know it looks so...**
It's her mobile phone ringing from somewhere inside her big bag. She starts medling the things in her bag trying to find it. Finally, and after two or three things falling from her bag on the fluffy carpet of the room she manages to find the noisy thing.
"Hey Cook."
"Hey hey Naomikins! How is my fave pussy doin'?"
"I am ok Cook, what is it? Aren't we supposed to meet at 1:00? Why are you calling me?"
"Were you sleeping Naoms?"
"Do I sound sleepy?"
"No, you only sound as if you are on your period."
"Cook! Fuck off! What is it? Can you be brief?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? And where the fuck are you so early?...Anyway, I just called to tell you to meet me at my uncle's pub cause I have some things to chat with my ol' uncle and I thought we could drink a beer afterwards..Besides, they say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. ha ha!"
"Every single morning I wonder when you will eventually grow up Cook and then you call me and I stop hoping..Ok ok, I will meet you there at 1:00."
"Okie dokie Naomikins. See ya then!"
"Bye Cook."
She didn't tell Cook where she is. Well, Cook is her best friend...correction..Cook is her ONLY friend but she doesn't share her thoughts, fears and personal matters with him. He is a fun person to get completely wasted with, he sometimes manages to make her laugh and he is not always a total jerk when he is sober but she has never told him something intimate and he had never asked. And this, today, is something very personal for Naomi. She's not ashamed for being here, it's just that she isn't sure people around her would understand. People? Cook, her mom and Kieran, mom's husband. These are the only people around Naomi. Not much of a crowd, right?
Naomi's mind slips away from this room unintentionally. The view from the eighth floor is quite magnificent and cannot keep herself back from wandering far away. Above the buildings of Bristol, higher than the tallest treetops her mind flies. She reaches London. she has visited London a thousand times, either for shopping at Camden street or just to have dirty fun at the clubs with Cook, but she knows that she will have to visit it again soon, for a much more important reason this time. And just the thought of it makes her legs tremble.
"Miss Campbell?'
She is abruptly brought back to reality and today by the dreamy voice she's heard before.
"Yes."
"You can come in now if you like."
If «I like»? You are damn right «she likes», she checks her watch again and it's 11:00 which means she is fifteen fuckin' minutes late. Naomi might hate fashion, lifts and mirrors but she loves precision! And this is Mrs Fitch's first foul..and she already had a bonus with her sexy voice. Too bad!...Naomi enters the office hesistantly and she's met by the familiar voice..
"Good morning Miss Cambpell. Excuse me for the delay but I was having a very important phonecall with one of my patients. So..how are you?"
It's at that point that Naomi's mind realises what people mean when they say «I was completely fuckin' speechless». Is this fiery red-haired, petite and cute creature «counseling psychologist Emily Finch»? She must be around Naomi's age, maybe 24 or 25..Her small lips curved into a warm smile make Naomi's heart melt with warmth. And these eyes...oh these wide open brown eyes full of kindness and...what the fuck Naomi? Wake up you piece of shit and stop drooling because you are staring like a retard.
"Uh. Hi!I'm...good."
So let me know what you think :-)
