Alrighty guys, welcome to my first actual story. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One.
Naomi's pov
I could actually fucking kill Cook. The tosser has officially snapped and mangled the last three bike chains I've had, so now I'm left with only my longboard as a source of transportation. Don't get me wrong, I bloody love my board, but it isn't the safest or most efficient way to get around Bristol.
I manage to break past my internal monologue just in time to see the crosswalk change over and tell me to either stop, or risk being turned into of Naomi-paste on some poor sod's front bumper. Dropping my right foot to the ground, I let my tattered vans drag along the pavement until I come to a complete stop. with one well-placed stomp to the tail of my board, it comes up to rest against my leg. I use my free hand- the one not clutching the front trucks of my board- to pull my mobile from the back pocket of my cutoff skinnies. Two new messages from Cook; both telling me to hurry my 'fine little arse' up and get to the park. I'd be there already if you didn't break my chain again, you fucking mong!
It's like Cook could feel me thinking about him, because my phone begins to vibrate in my hand and his face pops up in the background.
"Fucking hell, Cook! I'll be there soon!"
"Hey now, Blondie, no need to bust my bloody eardrum! I just wanted you to know that we've got some new friends here with us, and i really think you'd like to meet them." Cook replies in his usual mischievous tone.
"Cook I swear to god, if your new 'friends' are anything like the last few you've found, I'll chop your dick off."
"Chillax, sweetheart, they're not homeless and they're definitely not dangerous. Just fucking hurry up, yeah?"
I press the 'end call' button in lieu of a verbal response and quickly scroll through my music playlist. Alright, I want something that'll pump me up, but not to the point that I'll lose my focus. Crystal Castles seems to fit the bill!
Pressing 'play', I release my board to the ground and hop back on, giving a few strong kicks until I'm coasting effortlessly along the sidewalk.
Just as I'm getting into the music and thinking how I'd really, really, like to shag Alice Glass, I see the park entrance; my small group of mates sat on the grass in a circle a little ways away, right beside where the blacktop path ends... perfect.
I decide to fuck with them a little bit, so I keep gaining speed as I get nearer, not letting up even when Cook looks up with a startled face. I rearrange my feet a bit and tuck my back knee in, getting in to a good position to show off. I throw a final smirk at them before I put all my pressure on my back foot and grab the front edge of the board, smiling in triumph as I spin and slide to an abrupt stop less than a metre away from where Effy is sat.
"Impressive..." is the only response I get from the thin brunette in front of me, along with a knowing smirk.
Freddie and JJ are clapping obnoxiously as Cook yells "Fuck me, Lezzer! Nearly gave me a bloody heart attack, you did!"
"That was my intention, Cookie." I say with a sugary-sweet smile.
Walking the few steps it takes to join my friends, I drop my board and get into a comfortable position, arse on the deck and feet in the grass. I finally take in my surroundings; Cook is to my left and Effy to my right, casually smoking the spliff she just snatched from Freddie's lips. I smile inwardly as she pecks him lightly on the lips to get his pout to disappear.
I'll never tell them, but I'm happy they finally got together, it was exhausting watching Effy shoot down Fred's advances for months.
My eyes continue their scan, spotting JJ, Thomas, and Pandapops all facing me from the other side of the circle. That's when I notice two pairs of eyes that I'm definitely not accustomed to. Four big, brown, doe eyes stare back at me, one pair looking curious, and the other looking uninterested. I take in the two girls before me. They're small, cant be taller than 5' 4", I reckon. It's obvious that they're twins, but besides that, they really don't seem similar at all.
The first girl is sat delicately on the ground, obviously trying not to get her abnormally-posh outfit dirty. Her hair is a rich brown with purple streaks, and it sits on her shoulders in well-manicured curls. The amount of makeup she's sporting doesn't cover her sneer though.
"Want to stop eyeing me up? I'm not the gay one, yeah?" the girl spits out with a slight lisp that manages takes the malice out of her voice.
"Katie! Don't be such a cunt already, we've just got here, jesus." This comes from a huskier voice, and I quickly see that the other twin is reprimanding 'Katie'.
Bloody hell, how did I not see this girl straight away?! Unlike her sister, she's sat cross-legged in the grass with her hands behind her, leaning casually and looking up in to the clouds. she's got red hair, like really fucking bright red, tossed into a sloppy bun on top of her head. I think she's got her bangs pinned back, because I can see a small quiff at the front of her head. I continue my visual tour. Her thin eyebrows are arched cheekily, and I can tell that my obvious leering isn't making her uncomfortable because her eyes- deep and rich brown, are shining right at me. An adorable button nose leads down to pouty pink lips that are obviously trying to hold back a smirk (and failing spectacularly, I might add). I salivate when I spot the shiny silver ball underneath her bottom lip and start to wonder if she's got anything else pierced, and if she wouldn't mind giving me a show.
Bad Naomi!
I shake my head and keep looking. She's got a gorgeously pale neck that I really just want to sink my teeth in to; but I haven't even learned her name yet, so that's neither here nor there and definitely not a possibility right now.
She's wearing a thin button down vest top, buttoned all the way to the top, and a tight pair of cutoff skinnies as well.
Gay indication #1: found.
I trail my eyes down her legs until i reach a pair of well-worn converses.
There's gay indication #2 for you.
I sweep my eyes down her bare arms, admiring their subtle fitness and spotting what I can only hope is some ink on her right wrist. I look at her hands; short nails.
Gay indication #3 has been confirmed, I believe I may have a chance with this one!
Her light cough breaks me out of my trance and I quickly look away, trying to look like I wasn't just staring at her for the past few minutes. I turn back to her and make eye contact, letting a genuine smile play across my lips as she does the same.
I guess her cough got Cook's attention too, because before I know it he is clapping me on the back and whisper-shouting "Look, my little muff-monkey, twins! That's one for each of us!"
I can't help the eye roll that follows his statement.
"Oi, Cook! I fucking heard that!" the purple haired twin, Katie, I think, says.
"Settle down darling, I was only teasing" he throws her a wink and i try not to roll my eyes again as she smiles flirtatiously back at him.
"Naomi, meet the twins. Emilio and Katiekins!"
"Emily""Katie" the twins immediately corrected Cook.
I couldn't help laughing at how they both started and stopped talking at the exact same time, then threw identical glares at each other.
"So," Cook continues, "I suggest we all get to know each other a little better, eh?" His suggestion is met with a chorus of groans.
"Buck up, fuckers, I'll go first!"
He clears his throat and pretends to shake out any cramps like an athlete preparing for a game.
"I'm James Cook, but you two can call me the Cookie Monster if you'd fancy it. I like to fuck and get fucked up. That's all I can think of so we're on to you, Blondie!"
I shift nervously, suddenly very much aware of numerous stares I'm getting. "Ehm... I'm Naomi Campbell- don't fucking laugh. I like to ride longboards and fixie bikes? I dunno what else to say..."
"She's also a raging dyke, in case either of you are interested" Cook shoots to the two newcomers with a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows.
Katie makes the 'I'm going to be sick' face and Emily just laughs good-naturedly. I try and fight off the blush that I can feel making its way up my face.
"Duly noted, Cookie." Emily says between her laughter; she sends me a flirty wink.
Jesus Fucking Christ she is so attractive it's actually painful!
Effy and Freddie make their introductions, saying something to the effect of 'I'm mysterious and can read your thoughts' and 'I smoke a lot of weed', respectively.
Next the focus shifts to JJ, Thommo and Panda, who all give their introductions that nobody can actually understand, JJ because he's speaking a mile a minute, Thomas because of his thick accent, and Panda because, well... she's Panda.
Katie takes charge then, pushing her tits out and plastering on a fake smile as she proudly states "I'm Katie Fucking Fitch, and i've never not had a boyfriend. I like fashion, obviously. Oh and this is my twin, Emily..." she says the last bit with less enthusiasm. Wanker.
I watch Emily shoot a death glare at Katie as she straightens her back and gets ready to speak.
"I'm Emily, and I can make my own introductions, thanks Katie."
Katie at least has the good nature to look apologetic.
"I like to take pictures" She points to her wrist and I get a clear view of her ink; the small and simple outline of a camera. It's fucking adorable, just like her... Christ's sake Naomi, knock it off!
My eyes are snapped back to attention when Emily's husky voice begins again, "Uhmm...unlike Katie, I've never had a boyfriend, and I don't plan to, sorry Cookie."
Cook lets out another bellowing laugh and shakes his head, saying that he "don't need to be her boyfriend to show her a good time." I don't know why I feel so relieved when Emily's smile turns into a grimace.
"You can ignore him, he's actually harmless. Cook, leave the gorgeous redhead and her sister alone."
That statement earns me a 'fuck off, dyke' from Katie and a genuine laugh from Emily.
Worth it.
"So where are you ladies from, if you don't mind me asking?" it's JJ who asks this, which I'm grateful for because, lets face it, I want to know more about them but I don't need to come off as some desperate stalker.
"We're originally from Liverpool, but we moved to London about two years ago. Emsy fucked that up, so now I'm stuck in sodding Bristol."
"Fuck off, Katie, I didn't do anything. Plus," she turns her gaze to me, "Bristol might not be as bad as you think..."
I grin from ear to ear and make a mental note to ask Emily why they left London, if I ever get the chance.
"Have you got any more fit sisters that would be interested in shagging me?" Trust Cook to ask shit like that to two girls we've just met.
Emily answers this time, "No, but we do have a very curious and experimental little brother, if you're interested"
"Not my cup of tea, darling, but thanks anyway, yeah?"
I'm interrupted from watching Cook and Emily's banter by my phone vibrating in my lap. It startles me, and its close proximity to my... girly bits... causes me to let out a small yelp. Emily looks towards me and stifles a laugh, but still ends up smirking cutely.
I groan when I see the caller ID, it's fucking Sophia again. Jesus Christ, I fuck her once outside a club and from there on out she's obsessed with me.
Cook hears my groan and leans over to read my phone, laughing when he puts two and two together and realises who Sophia is.
"That's mint, babes. You gonna shag her again?"
I cringe at Cook's tactlessness but answer nonetheless. "Dunno, I think I'm gonna ride over to her's and tell her she needs to leave me the fuck alone."
"Come on, Blondie! Not even a farewell shag?"
I smirk, "Well I might as well leave her something to remember me by..."
"That's my girl!"
With that, I stand up and gather my belongings, taking a few steps till I'm back on the pavement.
"I'd love to stay, but, well, booty calls!" I laugh inwardly at my cleverness and wave over my shoulder. I take one fleeting look back at the gang and see that Emily is looking a little upset, tearing the grass violently from the earth. I don't know why, but it makes me feel bad. Like, guilty, somehow.
Who the fuck knows, I'll deal with that later, but for now, I've got to focus on getting to Sophia's as quickly as possible.
I toss my board to the ground and kick off, gaining speed and not turning back even when I feel eyes drilling a hole through my back.
So that's the first chapter! Let me know if I should continue or not, I've got the next 5 or so chapters written already. All criticism is welcome.