Fitch Films Chapter 1.

Emily and her family are the owners of a video store. Naomi comes in one night looking for a few DVD's. What could happen?

Come on you fucking piece of wank. Emily said hitting the cashier button, trying to get it open. She prodded every button, but nothing happened. It had been like this lately and with rush hour coming upon them she was in no mood for this.

"Katie!", Emily shrieked, sounding completely defeated.

The redhead's twin came out from the backroom.

"What bitch? Why are you shouting?", the older twin asked.

Emily simply pointed to the machine.

"I can't get this fucking thing to open", she said wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Well it really is rocket science babes", Katie said sarcastically.

She walked over, hit a few buttons and the machine came to life with the drawer flying open.

The redhead just stood there in disbelief.

"Why the fuck does it always open for you?"

"I don't know babes, but are you sure you want to be a professor?", Katie said snidely.

"Ha fucking ha", the redhead said getting the money out and counting it. It was Saturday. Their parents allowed them to run the store on the weekends. Emily loathed working at Fitch Films. Emily's family had owned it for eight years and even though people had other means to watch films, they still somehow made a good business. Emily couldn't stand the shop though. She had worked there since she was sixteen and now at twenty three, she couldn't stand the sight of the place. She was going to Uni at night to become a history professor. The only problem was it was taking forever! She just wanted a change. She needed to get out and get some air before it started to get crowded. She decided to go on her lunch break a little early.

"Katie. I'm going on lunch. I'll be back in an hour", Emily shouted since Katie had gone to the back.

All she heard was "K" from the back room. She grabbed her keys and leather jacket and headed out.

It was actually a nice day for being October. Emily had rolled down her windows to her 1970 Chevelle SS 454. It was a beautiful beast, red with black stripes on the hood and boot, black leather seats and an 8track player. It would make any girl jizz in their pants. The beautiful monster roared down the street. Emily called this her pussywagon because so many girls AND guys loved it. Truth be told Emily was quite the rebel. The car, the tattoos all over her body, coming into work high as a kite and often times late for work. Mainly because of women.

Emily wasn't hungry. She just needed an excuse to get out of that dreadful place. She decided to stop by her quazy sort of girlfriend/ dealer. Cameron.

Cameron was cool with the whole weed thing and said she was fine with no strings attached. But in the back of the redheads mind, she knew the girl wanted something more. Emily just couldn't give it to her. She didn't have the time nor the desire to.

They ended up fucking of course and Cameron gave Emily a gram as always. Emily got out of there as soon as she could and squealed her tires in the driveway as she pulled away.

Heading back, her stomach was growling so she decided to pull into a local mart and got some walkers crisps and a pepsi. Damn munchies.

When she ended up back at the shop she locked her doors and sprayed herself with Armani code perfume. It was an hour before rush hour and Katie would kill her and rat her ass out if she came back smelling like weed.

As soon as the redhead got in the store she made a b line for the one room bathroom. In there she took out the eye drops from her leather jacket and put some in her eyes. She had a twin after all who knew everything about her. She had to at least try to cover it up. She took off her leather jacket and shirt. Underneath was a wife beater that exposed her half sleeve tattoo on her right arm. It was a picture of a time piece and it had her initials and the clock was set at 7:01; which was the time she was born. There was a chain that connected from the timepiece and wrapped around her bicep and up behind her back to her shoulder. She had another tattoo on her left wrist of a faded out rainbow heart.

She didn't care what anyone thought about her tattoos, they were her artwork. She didn't care about her piercings either. Her ears were pretty much covered and her tongue and nipples were pierced as well.

She pulled her hair back and sprayed her hair a few times with her perfume. There. Hopefully that does it. If everyone looks at me I'll just think it's the tattoos. Alright let's do this. She sighed and opened the door.

When she got out of the bathroom, her vision was immediately filled with bright blonde hair. She stopped dead in her tracks and just stared at this amazingly hot girl in front of her. The redhead couldn't get a good look at her because her head was down looking at DVD's.

The girl must have sensed somebody watching her, like a lot of people do when you have that instinct that someone is standing there looking at you.

The blonde woman looked up and Emily immediately looked away. Shit. She must have caught me. Fuck. Now I look like a weirdo. Emily you fucking knob.

Emily started walking toward the cash register with her head looking everywhere but at the blonde. When she got to the register she sighed heavily and closed her eyes, hoping that the girl didn't notice her looking.

"Excuse me", a lovely voice said that sounded East London.

Emily immediately opened her eyes getting ready to apologize and check the person's DVD's out.

She opened her eyes and it was the gorgeous blonde in front of her. Emily started to look her up and down but forced herself to stop.

"Uh, yes. Can I help you?", said the redhead, clearing her throat. Her cheeks were a slight pink.

"Yea. Erm…" now it was the blonde's turn to stare at her. She forgot for a second what she was going to ask, then it came to her.

"I was wondering… if you have any suggestions for, uh, horror films?", the woman said stumbling over her words.

"Yeah sure. Come with me", Emily tried so hard not to smile at that. Now's not the time to think dirty thoughts. But I would love to have her withering and moaning under me. Bad Emily

They walked over to the horror section and Emily scanned the movies.

"Ermmmm..", she bit her lip in the most adorable and sensual way.

Finally she picked up a movie.

"Here we go" she picked up the original Halloween movie and went under the "w" section. She picked up Wrong Turn.

"Have you seen these?", the redhead said handing the movies to her.

The blonde looked at the movies.

"I've seen Halloween. I think everyone has. It scared the shit out of me when I was a kid."

Emily couldn't help, but laugh. Even her laugh was sexy.

"Aww… I bet you were cute as a kid. All scared". FUCK. Did I really just say that? God, I really need to lay off the weed. Just kill me now. Now this girl is going to thinking I'm the biggest lesbian perv ever. She wouldn't be wrong, but still.

But the blonde wasn't freaked out. She wasn't standing there giving her any weird looks.

"Thanks, but try having the name Naomi Campbell. You cry a lot from getting teased so much"

"You're name is Naomi Campbell. Wow. And I thought Fitch Bitch was bad. That's my last name. Well, not bitch"

Naomi laughed, "Oh, so you own this store?"

"No, my parents do. I just help out"

"I see"

Suddenly awkward silence filled the room.

"So what else are you getting?", Emily asked, trying to talk to this girl as long as she could.

"The Holiday. I'm personally not a fan of Jude Law or Cameron Diaz, but it's for my girlfriend"

Emily's mind kicked into overdrive. Oh my god. Oh my god. She is not straight! But, fuck. She has a girlfriend. Of course she does. Girls like her are never single.

"Are you okay, Emily?", she asked looking her dead in the eyes. She had the most beautiful blue eyes Emily had ever seen.

"Yeah", Emily's voice was low, feeling almost vulnerable.

"Well, I have to get going. I'll pick what you suggested", she said genuinely smiling.

"Okay"

"Can you check me out?", the blonde asked.

"Sure", the redhead said. Walking toward the register with the beautiful blue-eyed woman. She got a good look at her ass when the blonde walked in front of her.

Emily went to the cash register and prodded some buttons. Once again, it wasn't working.

"Fucking shit", she said under her breath. She kept hitting it and nothing would happen.

"I'm sorry. I hate this damn thing", Emily said feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay. Would you like me to help you?"

"Um… Sure", there wasn't supposed to be anyone behind the counter, but if it meant not being embarrassed in front of the hot girl anymore, than the redhead would take her offer.

Naomi walked around the counter and put her purse down. Emily was inches away from her and could smell her perfume. Eternity Aqua. It was intoxicating.

"Let's see", Naomi said and starting hitting buttons. Nothing. Than she hit them a little harder. Nothing.

"Well, what the fuck?", she said and hit the top of the cash register and it popped open.

"There we go", the blonde smiled and walked back around.

"Thank you so much. This thing drives me bloody mad"

"You're welcome and I can't believe you have to put up with that thing. Listen, I fix things on the side. It's kind of like a hobby. If you guys have another machine around. I could fix this one"

"Really?!", Emily was thrilled. "We do. That would be great."

"Cool. Do you have a pen? I'll right down my number"

Emily's mouth fell open. This amazing girl is giving me her number! Granted she has a girlfriend and it's to fix the machine. But she's giving her number to me!

"Yeah", Emily said and quickly rummaged around the desk until she found one as well as a piece of paper.

"Here you go!", she handed it to her a little to eagerly.

Naomi wrote her number down.

"This is my mobile. I don't want my girlfriend thinking anything", she chuckled a little.

"Right"

"By the way, how much do I owe you?", she said opening her wallet.

"No worries. It's on the house", Emily said smiling.

"No, I can't do that. How much?"

"No, seriously, you've been a big help to me and you want to check out my machine", Emily said.

The beautiful blonde smiled, like when a lot of people smile but it's a laugh.

"Yeah I do", the blonde said and their eyes caught each other. Emily's heart was rapidly racing. Her hands were sweaty and she bit her lip again.

Emily heard the bell from the front door open, but didn't bother to look.

"Uh, Naomi. What is taking so long? Did you get my movie?", a skinny dark brunette shouted. The brunette started walking toward her

"Yeah, I got it. I was just helping someone?"

"Babe, I think that is what she is her for? Do you work at a film rental shop now?", she laughed sarcastically. Major blow to Emily.

"She was helping me actually. My box was tight and she popped it open", Emily said trying not to laugh. It looked like Naomi was doing the same thing

The brunette narrowed her eyes. "Right. Well, you ready babe?"

"Yeah. Thank you, Emily. See you later..", she said and was walking out the door with the obnoxious brunette.

When they left, Emily wondered why a girl like Naomi would be with a fake, distasteful woman like that brunette.

Emily's realized her mood had lifted since the blonde goddess walked in and she got her number. Maybe tonight will be good…

What do you guys think? Continue?

"It Starts"- Alex Metric. The lyrics to this song is just perfect to this story. It was a basis for this story.

"There is a light that never goes out"- The Smiths. When Emily is driving to Cameron's. Emily needs to get out and away and the lyrics "Take me out tonight. Oh take me anywhere, I don't care. I don't care" fit really well.

"Animal"- Miike Snow. Song playing in the store when Emily gets back. I love Miike Snow. Thanks to Niceoneblondie, who I first discovered from Ink.

"Gray or blue"- Jaymay. When Emily first sees Naomi and cant really see her face.