A/N: This was just a random idea I had. Not sure where its going to go or how long it will be, but if I get some positive reviews I will be more likely to keep going (hint hint). Any reviews are appreciated though! Oh and I live in the U.S. so sorry if my UK slang isn't very good. And I suck at proofreading, mainly because I don't like reading back through my work, so sorry for any mistakes.

Summary: AU. Hi, my name is Emily Fitch, and I think I'm in love with a beautiful girl, who may or may not know who I am. But that's just a small detail right? Emily/Naomi and most of the Gen 2 gang.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. If I did, there would already be a movie… : )

"I don't care if I don't know her name yet. Katie, there are plenty of blokes you have shagged and couldn't remember their name in the morning. All I'm saying is she was cute. For fuck sakes." It was always like this. Katie always had double standards when it came to my girlfriends versus her boyfriends. Okay, so this was just a girl that caught my eye. She wasn't just any girl though, she was gorgeous.

"Whatever, you may never see her again."

"True, but if I do, I can see it as a sign."

"Love doesn't fucking work like that. You're a hopeless romantic."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with it. Hell, you should try it sometime. Might get you more than just laid on the weekends." Katie smacked my arm. What? It was true. All she ever did was bring boys from Uni back to the flat. Ruggers, Djs. Business students, or just your average uni wanker. The only constant male face in our flat were my mates JJ and Freddie. Katie hadn't managed to sink her claws into either one of them, thank god. Although she had tried it on with Freddie on several occasions.

"Shut up bitch. You're just jealous."

"Yes, of all your STIs." She didn't think that was very funny and slapped my arm again.

"Well I hope I run into her again."

"I do too, it's been too long and you become a right bitch if you aren't getting any." This time I slapped Katie. It hadn't been that long. Jessica and I had only been broken up for 3 months. It was not a pretty break up though. But what the fuck did she expect when she shagged a girl in third year? I wasn't the shy, 'yes you can walk all over me' Emily from back in college. If she wanted to shag some other bird, then she doesn't get to come right back into my bed.

I never understood why people that cheated on someone said that they got broken up with. In reality, they were the ones that ended the relationship by choosing to bang someone else. Okay, I was slightly bitter, but I think I had a right to be. We were together for over a year and I actually thought it may be more than just a school romance. Even my mother liked her! And my mother's approval is fucking hard to get. Oh, and speaking of Jessica's little fiasco, it reminds me of why I put up with Katie's constant bullshit. The night 'I' broke up with Jessica, Katie happened to be in the flat.

*3 months previous*

"Baby, please, It was a one time thing. She didn't mean anything."

"Well Fucking hell… that makes it worse Jessica. You threw away our relationship for some bitch who you weren't even emotionally interested in. Shows how much you really cared about us." I threw a pillow at her head. I was angry, but I didn't want to actually hurt her, and it was that or the bedside lamp.

"This is not worth throwing over a year of love." I laughed out loud.

"Seriously? Did you think about that before or after your fingers were inside her?" Okay, that may have been graphic, but I was livid. I am not responsible for anything said that night due to emotional distress. I then launched another pillow in her direction. She dodged it.

"Please I will do anything, don't give up on us."

"I didn't. You did. Now get the fuck out of my flat."

"Please baby…" I couldn't even stand the sight of her.

"GO!" and just when I thought I was going to actually throw the lamp (I was out of pillows), Katie came barreling into the room..

"My sister said get the fuck out bitch. So you have two choices: One, you leave on your own. Two, I fucking throw your lezzer ass out. And I won't be gentle." Jess looked at me then back at Katie.

"This isn't over." And as she got up to leave Katie punched her right in the nose causing her to stumble back into the bookshelf.

"Yes it fucking is, and if I hear that you came anywhere near Emily, you will leave with more than just a fucking broken nose." She scurried out of the room and headed for the door. Katie followed her and I heard my sister yell..

"You should thank me! The doctor can now put that thing in the right place!" I heard the door shut and I slumped down at the foot of my bed. Before the tears had even started pouring down my face, Katie was at my side. She sat down next to me and wrapped me up in her arms.

"Thank you." I managed to utter between sobs.

"Anytime."

So you see, it may appear that she hates me on the surface, but deep down, that whore would do anything for me. I was pretty crushed following the months of the whole Jessica break up. She wasn't my first girlfriend, but she was the first person that I gave my heart to. Afterwards she started dating the slut she cheated on me with. But Karma is a bitch, and that girl, I think her name was Katherine, broke it off last week. Something about Jessica being too emotional. Funny when I couldn't get her to even tell me how her day was.

All this Jess shit got dragged back up when I got a text from her yesterday, before I met the gorgeous blonde I want to marry. It just said 'I miss you'. Why do they do that, exes? It's like they have some fucking radar that senses when we are about to be completely over them and they immediate try and fuck it all up. I was considering texting her back at the coffee shop, but that's when I laid eyes on her.

She was standing at the counter of this tiny coffee shop I frequent down the street from my flat. I was curled up in a comfy chair reading and she was at the counter ordering. I am not even sure why I looked up from my riveting graphics design book, but when I did, my brown eyes met blue and I was screwed. She looked right back at the guy behind the counter, I'm not even sure she was looking at me. When she looked away, I allowed myself to give her a once over. She was wearing these hot black books that slid perfectly over her tight grey skinny jeans and this loose multi colored top that hugged her curves in all the right places. I am pretty sure it was ridiculously obvious that I was drooling over her, but luckily she never caught me staring so blatantly.

I quickly looked away as she paid for her order and moved to the pick up counter. Fuck me, even the way she walked was sexy. How is that even possible. I looked away the minute she got her coffee and headed for the door. And of course I couldn't help but look up one more time as she pulled on the handle. She caught me this time. And I think she smiled, I'm almost positive she smiled, and not just at anyone in the room, but me. My heart practically jumped out of my chest. And like that she was gone. I was already a regular at this coffee shop, but I might as well bring a sleeping bag and start camping out now. She had left only minutes ago and I already needed to see her again. I felt a bit mental about this whole thing, which is why I decided to tell Katie about it, maybe she could talk some sense into me. Which brings us back to the beginning conversation.

"Jessica texted me. Said she missed me"

"You should respond and ask if her face misses my fist." I really did love my twin. She always had the balls to say what I never could. Did I miss her? With all this blonde excitement I forgot to really think about Jess's text. Who was I kidding. I did miss her. But how could you not miss someone you shared your life with for over a year? I didn't like sleeping alone, and I was secretly really glad to hear that Katherine dumped Jess. Was that just because I thought she deserved it, or because I was secretly glad she was single. Katie, being the all knowing twin she was snapped me out of my thought process.

"you know she only texted you because Katherine broke up with her and she wants to shag. Girls aren't always that different from guys."

"I know…" Katie smacked me again. I could feel a bruise developing on the upper part of my shoulder from all the sibling abuse.

"Ouch? What?"

"Don't you dare think about getting back with her. You are not that desperate. She had her chance and fucking blew it. Either say something bitchy or just ignore it." I stared down at the message on my phone. I know Katie was right, but that still didn't make my fingers stop tingling every time I hovered over the reply button. I know most people would scream at me ' she fucking cheated on you' , ' she's only messaging you because she's lonely'. Well what if I reply only because I a lonely? I can use people too right? I mean I know that it would be a horrible idea, but the thought of feeling close to her again felt… well nice. Fuck my life.

I didn't reply until around 11 that night. It was just a simply 'why'. Figured it wasn't giving false hope or showing that I still missed her. It could be taken as either bitchy or simply curious. She responded right away.

'I fucked up, I know I did. But the entire time I was with her I wished she was you.'

I laughed at this. That sounded just like something out of a fucking movie. So why did it feel so good to hear, even if it probably wasn't true? This was the time where I was suppose to be the strong heroine of our story and tell her that she should've thought about that when she was fucking Katherine. And after about a month longer, that probably would have been my response. However, sitting alone in my room late at night, alone with only my stuffed penguin Sam to cuddle, I missed her, So I was honest and told her.

'I miss you too.'

I felt so fucking stupid after I hit send, but it was too late now. I was always helpless around Jessica. She was definitely the dominate type. A good therapist would probably say she took over Katie's old role in my life, in a less bitchy way. About five minutes later I got another text.

'can we meet up tomorrow?'

Sigh. Now before you start throwing things at me, I just wanted to go and see what she had to say. There was no harm in that right? It wasn't like I was hoping into bed with her… yet.

"I think you're being a dumb fuck. But I will have my phone on me in case you need me." Ah, sisterly love.

I pulled my coat tight around my body. It was a rather cold London morning. There were quite a few people on the streets, probably rushing to work. I should be in class, but I haven't missed all year, so fuck it. As I made my way to the café I watched happy couples snuggle closely for warmth. Why couldn't I have that? Jessica hated public affection, so I couldn't even get her to hold my hand, let alone hug or kiss goodbye. You may think I am silly, but sometimes I go to the airport and read my books in the baggage claim area. I like to watch all the families reunited, lovers who haven't seen each other in ages. Yes, I am a romantic, but I'd like to think I'm not completely hopeless.

Before I knew it, I was at the entrance to the café. Memories from the previous day flooded my brain. This was where that gorgeous blonde girl had locked eyes with me. I wonder if she'd be here? No, it's probably too early. I pulled open the doors and searched for Jess. I spotted her sitting at a table in the far corner. In my defense, this woman was beautiful. She had long brown hair, that fell in the most perfect waves. Her legs seemed to go on for fucking miles. Today she was wearing this adorable black mini skirt with grey leggings, a tight green long sleeve shirt that showed off her amazing… eyes… it brought out her eyes… and other things.

She stood up when she saw me and flashed her brilliant smile. I know I am going on about this girl a little much, but trust me, one thing I was constantly reminded of in our relationship was how pretty she was. Girls and boys flocked to her when we went out. Hell I was surprised it took her over a year to actually stray. Or at least it took a year for me to catch her.

"Emily, wow, you look fantastic." She reached out her arms and pulled me into a hug. I took a deep breath smelling her strawberry perfume. I missed it, I missed being this close to her. She definitely knew how to put me into a trance.

"You look good too." we broke apart and sat down across from each other.

"I have really missed you, Em." I shuffled my feet under the table.

"I know, I missed you too. So… what have you been up to?" Figured we had to start somewhere.

"you know, just classes, work… and well Kat broke up with me." And here comes the real reason you are here Jess. Jeez, you don't waste any time.

"I heard. I think this is where I say I am sorry to hear about that. But I'm not. Can't blame me though." Jess shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah, I can't. Look, Em, I am really sorry about that." I laughed.

"Which part, sleeping with someone else, breaking my heart, or dating her right after we broke up?" Humm, not sure where this feisty side was coming from, but I think I could roll with it. I kind of liked making her squirm.

"All of it. I was a totally bitch. And I know I don't deserve to have you even talking to me. But I do miss you, and I think we were good together."

"keyword, 'were'. You had your chance. And what the hell makes you think you can just apologize and walk right back into my life?" yeah… you tell them!

"I wasn't planning on walking right back in… but maybe we could try and be friends?" Humm. Did I want to be friends with an ex, it seemed kind of cliché.

"Maybe. But that's up to me, and I'm not sure I want to make that decision just yet. You really fucked me over." Some of Katie must have rubbed off on me.

"You're right." She smiled… and not just an "I'm happy we are going to be friends" but the same smile she use to get before she threw me onto a bed, floor, or other flat surface. Fuck. I could feel my inner Katie retreating. By the time her hand came to rest on my leg, I was just Emily, shy, vulnerable and emotional.

"I think we can be great friends, right Em?" Her hand began to inch further up my skinny jeans, getting rather close. I could feel my pulse quicken, my heart was definitely betraying me.

"Right…." I couldn't look at her, so I glanced up toward the bar area. FUCK.

My eyes met with deep blue ones. It was her. Wait, was she looking at me first? She had a small smirk on her face. It was cute… really cute. I smiled back, but couldn't seem to pull my eyes away. Luckily, she seemed to be in the same predicament. Fuck me, she was stunning. Jess must have noticed my attention was not on her. She squeezed my leg hard.

"Ow."

"So whose the bird?" I was confused for a moment.

"What?"

"The girl you are eye-fucking. Who the hell is she?" Was that possessiveness I hear in her voice? It was kind of hot.

"I don't know her, actually."

"Yeah, and you and I didn't actually date for a year. She is still staring."

"Really?" I was about to turn around and look again when I felt hands on my face. Before I knew what was happening I felt Jess's lips on mine. What the fuck? So much for hating pda. I forgot where I was for a minute and just kissed her. It felt nice. I had definitely missed affection in the past three months. I pulled away when I realized she was only doing it because she wanted to stake a claim on me. I glanced back at the counter and the blonde was gone. My heart sunk a little.

I am not sure why I felt so bad, I mean, I didn't even know if this other girl was gay. Fuck! I didn't even know her name. I was also furious at Jess, because she may have scared this girl off.

"You aren't allowed to do that! I thought we could be friends Jess, but as it turns out, your still a bitch." I grabbed my coffee and headed out the door leaving her stunned at my outburst. I didn't even look where I was going and smashed into the first person outside the store.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" I looked up to see whose shirt I had stained and my eyes met those unforgettable blue orbs. I was so fucked. She smiled.

"It's okay."