Young Tender Hearts Beat Fast
A/N - This is my first fic, so it might be quite awful! Reviews are always welcome.. good, bad and/or where I can improve! Hope you like it :D
On the second knock, Emily straightened out her navy and white striped dress whilst checking her face reflection in the front door window. She patted her hair down and adjusted her dotty bow just as the door was opening, to reveal a blonde haired, hazel eyed, early 40's year old woman.
"Emily!" she screamed as the woman embraced her. "What a pleasant surprise!"
"Hi Mrs. Campbell, how are you?" Emily smirked.
"I'm very well thank-you, and yourself my dear?" she replied, beaming as she stepped back to allow Emily to enter her home.
"I'm great thanks." Emily stepped to one side allowing herself to unbuckle her shoes, and placed them on the hypnotising blue doormat.
"I take it you're after Naomi? She's in the kitchen," Mrs Campbell grinned as she closed the door shut, and paced her way back upstairs towards the bathroom passing an old wrinkly naturist wearing a cowboy hat on elastic, which just covered his dignity. Emily gulped and averted her eyes quickly to the kitchen door as it wasn't really the sight she wanted to see that early in the morning.
Straightening her navy and white striped dress and adjusting her bow once more, Emily strolled into the kitchen to see Naomi sat down eating jammed toast and watching television, not noticing she had company. As silent as a mouse, Emily silently shut the kitchen door and quietly tiptoed up behind her, trying to be careful not to tread on the rickety floorboard which had been unfixed for ages. The totally oblivious Naomi was munching away, fixated on a musical with a lead 'bleach-blonde' haired dancer, with a smile which could melt your heart.
Roughly 4 inches away, Emily waited for the perfect timing until she launched herself and shook Naomi's chair whilst making a loud noise to scare the poor innocent girl. As soon as Emily's hands made contact with the chair, Naomi jumped out of her skin, "Fucking hell!" she exclaimed turning round to see a gorgeous redhead standing there pissing herself laughing. "You bitch!" she shouted, shoving Emily playfully with a huge grin on her face. "Scared the shit out of me!"
"You're reaction was priceless!" Emily cackled as she held her stomach, wiping a tear from her eye. "It's not funny," chuckled Naomi, still smiling. She poked out her tongue, which in reply Emily did too. "Hey up sailor, nice dress," she slid her fingers over the collar and smiled as she saw Emily trying to hide her face as she blushed. The redhead looked at the television noticing the dancer, mouth wide open. "I know. I've been watching him for ages – he's been in a few other musicals which I've seen and he's been amazing in every single one," the blonde replied gaping at his tap dancing feet. "What's his name, I'll have to keep a look out for him?" Emily questioned seeming interested. "It's something like Max, but the name is lengthened. I've never heard of the name before but it's pretty cool," she stated feeling perplexed. Naomi took another bite out of what was left of her toast. Emily's eyes left the TV and focused on Naomi's back and swung her arms around her neck, placing her chin on her shoulder. Naomi closed her eyes smelling the body essence of Emily, which was always fresh and clean.
However, Emily burst into a small fit of giggles. Naomi opened her eyes and peered at her smirking, "What?!"
"I don't know how, but you seem to have a jam on your forehead,"
"Jesus, it doesn't normally happen you know. It might have been something to do with when I jumped out of my skin and shat my pants?" Naomi laughed poking her in the ribs. Emily giggled as she ripped off a sheet of kitchen paper from the roll on the side and gently wiped the jam off the blonde's forehead.
"Naomi... Have you told your Mum yet? I mean... about... us,"
"Not yet... It's difficult you know? I'm gonna leave it a while, then tell her. She's so tied up with all these stupid morons living in this house as well as us. Most of them are either in bed or in the living room."
"Oh... Okay... I just thought you might have told her if you were that serious about us..." Emily looked at the floor in disbelief. "Trust me Ems," she lifted Emily's chin until their eyes met. "I just... need a bit of time to explain to her, that's all. But, you can take my word on this... I'm deadly serious," she smiled pulling the redhead closer until Emily's soft lips touched her own. Emily started to grin slightly, as she glided her fingers across the back of Naomi's hand.
'A perfect start to the day' they both thought still exposing their love for one another. It was going so perfect in fact, that with a loud bang the door flew open.
"Girls!" the older woman shouted. The couple let go of one another and separated across the room, still and silent like small children when they've just been told off by their parent.
They both peered at Mrs. Campbell. Not to see her face but her bum sticking right up into the air trying to lift a box whilst her foot was holding the door open. "Girls! I'm sorry to pull you both away from eating breakfast and watching telly, but I seem to be in a spot of difficulty... Could you maybe, give me some help? I seem to be attached to this box," Emily and Naomi glanced at each other trying to hide a smile.
"Sure," Emily said cheekily, making her way over and aiding the poor woman by unravelling her necklace from the object inside the box. Mrs. Campbell stood up. "Thank-you you're always such a help!" she glanced at her watch. "It's almost 8... You girls'll be late for college? I'm having a meeting today, which I always look forward too. Oh well, must dash! Bye Emily, nice to see you again. Goodbye Naomi dear," she kissed Naomi on the cheek, whilst Naomi couldn't help but mutter: "Jesus Christ," in embarrassment. The redhead chuckled, yet accepted a warming hug from Mrs. Campbell as she swiftly left the room.
"We'd better get going. We have something important we all need to discuss. An original idea from Freddie," said Emily beaming at Naomi. They picked up their bags, slid on their shoes and started to make their way to Roundview, hand in hand. Naomi however, couldn't help but wonder what the important discussion Miss Emily Fitch had secretly been planning to talk about.
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