Enjoy some delicious exposition

Naomi Campbell was not having a good day.

She had woken at 4 in the morning. Two hours earlier than necessary, and then found it impossible to return to sleep. She could not remember dreaming, and figured it unimportant. She had drowsily lumbered into her kitchen, where she discovered she had run out of coffee.

"Fuck." She muttered to no one at all.

She sat down in the cramped apartment she called home. It wasn't much, a small kitchen that consisted of a refrigerator, a sink, and a few cupboards. Connected to this was her living room; which was comprised of a telly, a table, a few chairs, and a window that gave her a rather dreary view of the neighboring Bristol apartments. Down the hall was a bathroom, and across from that was her bedroom of one mattress.

She had moved out of her mother's house not long ago. Although house was a generous term. Naomi preferred, "homeless shelter". Her mother had a little problem with being awfully kind to strangers; and it had gotten to the point where she was inviting people off the streets to live with them. Once Naomi had awoken to her a foot stuffed in her mouth.

No longer able to stand the intrusions, Naomi had packed some clothes, food, toothbrush, and a little money. Her mother had tried to stop her, make her see reason, but she was having none of it. She had stormed out without so much as a goodbye.

And now here she was. She had spent the most of the money she had renting this damned apartment, the rest she was saving for food.

Checking her phone for messages, she saw she had one missed call from Effy.

Fucking bitch, she thought.

She didn't really mean that, of course. Effy was her friend from college. Both had met at the beginning of their first year, where they had both merged with the rest of the group they came to call their friends.

There was Cook; the loud and obnoxious one. Although Naomi had to admit his personality added to his charm.

There was Freddie; a skater who to be honest was also a bit of a stoner. But he had a kind heart and caring personality and Naomi knew she could go to him if she had a problem.

There was Effy; cold, blue eyes. Observant. She didn't talk much, but her watchful gaze unnerved her and at times downright disturbed her.

There was Pandora; also loud, but in a good way. Always positive and knew how to cheer the group up. She was a bit dim though.

J.J; short for Jonah Jeremiah Jones. He was autistic and tended to get lost in his rambles which the group had come to affectionately call getting "locked on". He was brilliant though, and had helped Naomi with her homework on a fair amount of occasions.

Thomas; known as "Tommo" to the rest of them. He was always kind and gentle, and a relative newcomer to their group. He had come from the Congo, and it seemed Panda had taken a liking to him.

And then there were the Fitch twins. Katie was the loud and the frequently overbearing one. She loved shopping, loved boys, loved clothes, and also loved walking all over her sister, Emily.

"Emily." She murmured the name. The thing about Emily; was that she was gay. Now that wasn't really a problem. Naomi never had a problem with someone based on their sexual orientation; as a matter of fact, she absolutely hated injustice.

No, the problem was that Emily thought she was gay. They had had a bit of a…

What was it, exactly?

A fling, she supposed. Back in Middle School, they had kissed, and it had been more than a friendly kiss.

She remembered the feel of Emily's lips on hers. Remembered how it felt for their bodies to be pressed together. Warmth radiating from her small frame. Could feel their tongues collide and wrestle lightly. Emily moved her hands from Naomi's waist to around her neck and pulled her closer.

"Oi!"

That was when Katie had discovered them kissing in the hall, and proceeded to bitch Naomi out right then and there. Emily tried to defend her, to place the blame on herself. But when Katie had entered full rage mode, there was no stopping her. The rumors had begun soon after, followed by teasing, name calling, and everything that came with it. Despite Emily's attempts at comfort, it had just made Naomi feel more trapped. As if Emily thought she couldn't defend herself.

So she had shrugged Emily off. Swore to stay away from her. But they had been drawn back into the same circle of friends; Katie included. There was a fair amount of tension though, but Naomi did her best to ignore it.

Naomi stood up then, she didn't know why she was thinking about these things. It did her no good to think about the past. She turned the telly on then, figuring she could pass the time.

It was the news. Some dick and some other dick were discussing some sort of flu that was going around. Apparently it was extremely lethal to those who contracted it. Naomi shut it with a sigh. She didn't care; there was always something to worry about.

She looked at the old clock hanging on her wall. It had been there when she had arrived, and she felt there was something off about it. It looked at her funny.

Don't be fucking mental, Naomi, clocks don't look, was whatshe had thought when she had first looked it over. But it bothered her all the same.

The time on the clock said 7:30. Had she really wasted 3 and a half hours thinking of Emily? For her own sake, she truly hoped not.

She looked down at the phone in her hand, thought briefly of giving Eff a call, and then decided against it. She would see her at college. Instead, she stood up, walked into her bathroom, and turned on the shower.

This is going to be a long day, she thought, before stepping under the warm spray of the shower.