Authors Notes: So, I'm fairly new at this whole Fan Fiction thing, certainly new to this website, so I'm sorry if its not the greatest formatting wise. Hell, even story wise. This Chapter is written from Emily's Perspective, the next will be from Naomi's etc. This is written as if Generation 2's last episode didn't happen. Again, my first real fan fiction, so go easy on me. Criticism is happily welcomed.

Chapter One: Fuck You, Naomi Campbell

I stand alone on my balcony, taking a long drag from a newly lit fag. Katie is asleep on the couch, so in addition to being hungover when she wakes up, she'll be stiff. It was early, I couldn't sleep, and rarely have. Not since Naomi left Bristol. I miss her like hell; she was the only thing that made me truly happy, even after she fucked Sophia. Sure, I was pissed, but trying to get back at her was the most painful thing I've had to endure.

I stare at the tower of ash building at the tip of my cigarette. I quickly flick it over the thick metal bar dividing me from the sidewalk below. I sigh as I think I see Naomi. Its been months since she decided she didn't want to be here anymore. What pains me is that she left because she was scared, even though I vowed to keep her safe that night in the forest.

"Naomi?" Emily whispered to the girl lying at her side.

"Yeah?" Naomi replied, looking up at Emily's shadowed face as she sat her head on her shoulder.

"You know I love you, right?" Those words terrified Naomi. She didn't want to let anyone in, in fear of being destroyed.

Naomi remained silent, and turned away.

Emily turned and stroked Naomi's blonde hair. "You know… I wouldn't hurt you." Emily moved herself closer to the trembling girl, and kissed the bear part of her neck. She wrapped one arm around her and said "I'd do everything I could to keep you safe, no matter what."

Naomi's eyes began to tear as she put one hand over Emily's grip. She held tightly, too scared to let go. She knew Emily wouldn't hurt her, but she couldn't stop all of the fears and worries from flooding her mind. Emily kissed her shoulder and whispered a goodnight.

I walk into my bedroom, and stared at my laptop. I contemplate emailing her. She'd probably ignore it, if she hasn't changed her email address. I think to myself, Besides, all I'd be able to write is repeated I miss you's and I love you's. Maybe a few please come back's.

Christ, its lonely being alone. I want to find her somewhere, wherever the hell it is she's run off to. When I'd find her, though, I don't know what I would do. Probably just breakdown in to tears, begging her to forgive me for whatever it is that I did to make her run off.

It's 9:30 now, and I'm staring at my sleeping sister. I'm jealous of her carelessness, she can just be without anyone else's help. I've lost that ability.

Fuck you, Naomi Campbell. Tears are flowing down my face, quickly. They feel like ice, I wish her hands were here to wipe them away. I walk back to my room and grab my laptop. Fuck it, even if she ignores it, at least I tried.

Subject Line: Fuck You, Naomi Campbell.

My lovely, lovely Naomi,

I miss you, I've hardly slept since you left. I haven't been able to do anything to get you off my mind. When I'm high your face becomes superimposed on every girl I see, and they're all yelling that you don't love me anymore. When I'm drunk, I can't stop crying. Though, that is true still when I'm sober.

I wish you were here, more than anything, even if you didn't want me anymore. Just knowing that you're okay and that you're happy and being able to see you would be enough for me. But this? This is killing me. Its been months since we've talked and even longer since we kissed with actual love on our lips.

Naomi, I'm sick of this. I know you ran because you're scared. I know you think that staying away from me is the answer, but its not. It just causes pain. For me, at least. And the Naomi I knew wouldn't want that. She'd want me to be happy and safe. She'd want me to laugh at her jokes and hold her hand. She'd be wiping away my tears as I write this, and I'd be wiping hers as she read it. She'd hold me until I fell asleep, before I get serious insomnia.

I wonder what you're thinking as you read this. You've probably made some sarcastic remark out loud to fool yourself, but inside you want the same thing I do. Unless, that is, you left because you were done with this town, and me. In that case, I'm sorry for this.

Christ, Naoms. I'm so lost right now. Please, just tell me what to do? I Need to know how to try to get on with my life, no matter how wrong it feels.

I love you,

Emily.

I Read over it, it sounds as rambled as I want it to. I want her to see what she's done to me.

"Eeeeemsyyyyy!" Katie yells from the living room. I Quickly hit send.

Fuck you, Naomi Campbell.