I love all these fantastic Naomi & Emily fanfics and so I decided to write one by myself. Hope you like it, but this is my first Skins fanfic, so I am afraid it may be not as good as I would like it to be. I know it's really short at the moment, but I have a lot of ideas for next chapters, I just need to know if there'll be anyone who'd like me to continue. Anyway, please, review and tell me what you think. :)


"My name is Naomi Campbell and I always manage to mess everything up.

How?

I have no idea…"

Naomi started writing and she felt all her sadness and anger growing.

Fantastic… Writing a story about myself. Another fucking thing I am not even good at. Fuck! She thought, remembering her therapist's words ("Try it, Naomi… It always helps to put your affairs in order.")

Right, girl. You want it, you have it… Somehow she managed to smile. She had no idea how, after all that happened…

Jesus… Let's cope with it. Sooner rather than later…

"It all started at a party. Sometimes I have an impression that almost every important thing in my life started at a party. Another party, another dress, another boy…

Jesus, why am I deceiving myself? I never wanted it, did I? All this fucking 'popularity', all these 'cute' admirers, all these 'true' friends. All this… fucking life. But well, that all happened and I couldn't do anything about it. I guess people usually want to find someone to control them; they want to find a boss. And when at the first day at school you are unkind to teachers, you definitely seem to be the one. Jesus… Unbelievable, isn't it? I even didn't mean to be rude to this poor sociology teacher. I just hate people who think they are always right and don't even have anything to prove it. And that's how it started – I became popular (and that was already strange, because I wasn't even a cheerleader), but that wasn't all – somehow the most popular girl in the school showed her interest to be my best friend. I didn't have one, so I agreed. She was nice (well, sort of) and cute and she never asked how I was, so I didn't have to pretend that everything was fine. She just wanted two things – she wanted it to be obvious that I am HER best friend and that together we have absolute power. I didn't care and I was sure she didn't either. It was all for popularity. Well, from her point of view. For me it was just… safe. It was a friendship I didn't have to put any effort in, so I wasn't close to her, so I was… safe. No one could hurt me, because only people who were close to me could do it. Like… my mother for example. Yeah, at the moment she was the only important person for me. About the rest I just didn't care. Terrifying.

So, my so called best friend and I were the most popular girls at school. Most boys from the school basketball team were in love with her and most introverted, quiet rock stars were in love with me. Boys. She wanted them all so much. A different one every week - that's what was giving her real power. But for me, all of them were just annoying. I was seventeen, I was searching for my true love and I was desperate to find it. I didn't want to have another boyfriend every, let's say, twice a week. I wanted my one and only. But I had to test them all…

My best friend wasn't even interested in pretending that she was listening to me. Well, I can't say I was. The only thing that we were doing together (after school) was going to parties. None of us was interested in a deeper relationship. We were both cool with it, definitely.

Katie Fucking Fitch. How much I'd give now to be given a chance to never get to know you."

Should I continue?