It was Bristol, fucking Bristol. Of all the places that she wanted to go to, it had to be there, had to be fucking Bristol. She had to pick the city in which everything happened, the city where everything went wrong, the city that we both at one point had called home AND the city where they are all probably still residing.
Could it get any worse?
I got off the train after what seemed like days. I don't like trains that much, I don't know why though, I just never have done. I bet it was something to do with Katie, everything usually was. She'd done so much when she was a kid and scared me off everything. Silly cow. I took a deep breath and the tall blonde girl took my hand and we both walked off into the streets that were nearby. I was dreading it, I never wanted to come back here. I look around and everything looks and seems so different, the streets are quiet and empty, not like they used to be, not like they were when we were all hanging around.
The reason that I never wanted to come back here was because of Katie. She dated Naomi for 8 months and then Naomi decided that she wanted me instead and told Katie and me that she had wanted me all along but didn't think I felt the same way. How she didn't realise how much I wanted her all along as well, I will never actually know. She might be clever, but she does have months of being clueless I guess. When Katie was told that she went off on one and disowned me and eventually, hanging around with the group was harder than it was before, everything was awkward and everyone thought that me and Naomi were the bad guys. In a way we were, but nothing could stop love and that's just the way that everything went, it's not like any of us could've helped it or stopped it. We got loads of stick for ages and when we'd been together for only 3 and a half months we decided that we'd had enough and decided that we would go away. Go away from Bristol for a very long time.
I must admit that only being together for such a short amount of time and then leaving everything and everyone that I knew with Naomi was scary, when the idea first came around I was quite sceptical, I mean what if something had happened and we broke up? I would've been screwed and she probably would've been too but I think that we knew that nothing like that would've happened, we could just feel it. Those three and a half months were very hard to cope with but we kept on trying and trying and like I said we got sick of it, and just left. We got on a train one day to another train station where we then switched trains so we could avoid paying and we ended up in a nice city called Manchester. It was a lot nicer than Bristol and we both stayed in low run hotels and managed to get jobs that were okay and managed to then pay for a flat that was also very, very nice. We were living a good life considering that we were only seventeen.
We were walking down the changed streets of Bristol, hand in hand; both of us with a sad look on our faces. I was wondering what became of everyone, and I also wondered what Naomi was thinking.
"Emily Fitch!" I heard her screech. Great, the first person I see is Katie. Brilliant.
"It's been like a fucking year! What the fuck?" She continued to screech. I sighed and felt Naomi squeeze my hand in a comforting manner to show her support, I pulled myself closer towards her. Katie gave my protector a dirty look, probably remembering when she used to stand in my place.
"We went to Manchester Katie, if you must know" I replied angrily. "Not that you cared, not that any of you cared, you gave up ringing after two days and it's been a year, mum and dad didn't call, none of so-called friends did." I continued but going gradually into a yell. Yes, since I left Bristol I got a lot more confident and I'm glad of that, I had changed a lot and so had Naomi, I was proud of us both.
"Mum and Dad weren't really home. They figured you just wanted to move out" She replied in a monotone voice.
"At least Naomi's mum and Kieran called every two days to check on us, make sure we were okay. They're more like family than you ever were and you're supposed to be my fucking twin sister!" I yelled again. Naomi let go of my hand and put her arm around me, which I took as a request to calm down before I got even worse.
Katie looked shocked, she looked hurt, she actually looked as though she felt something.
"You changed her Campbell, you picked the wrong twin in the end" She said to Naomi. At this point, I could feel Naomi's tensed arm around my shoulder and I could hear her heart beating from her chest a mile away. Katie always knew how to get to Naomi even if Naomi never showed it. She shivered and tried to calm down. She took her arm off me and simply punched Katie in the face.
"No. I didn't pick a twin, I didn't pick a clone. I picked Emily Fitch." She said proudly whilst looking down at Katie who was on the floor, not quite believing what had just happened to her. Someone finally taught her a lesson, last time someone did that was Effy and the rock fiasco, I nearly killed Effy with her beloved rock but Naomi Campbell was allowed to hit Katie, they went out, ended badly obviously and Katie was badmouthing me, so of course she asked for it. She can't complain.
"Welcome back to Bristol lezzer" She said to me, playfully.
"You too Nai." I replied softly. She snaked her arm around my waist and we walked in the direction to her mother's and Kieran's house and left Katie lying on the floor in complete disbelief. That's right, Kieran had moved in now. Him and Naomi's mother was very happy and that made us all happy. We turned left onto another street which would lead us on the half an hour walk to the sunny, yellow house that housed some of my earliest memories of Naomi. I looked up at her and smiled, and it was returned.