Hi there. This one is a bit off the wall. Not part of my 'Dirty Girl' thing at all, although parts of it refer to something very dirty nonetheless. I'm not quite sure how this is going to go, either from my end, or the way it will be received by you guys. To cut to the chase, its a simple one shot, albeit in two parts (?), framed as a letter from Naomi to Emily. Post the 'shed' speech and way before the abomination called Fire, it deals with infidelity.

But not Naomi's infidelity with Sophia. To understand the context of this story, you actually have to go and read another writers work (don't worry, its only 4/5 chapters I think). The story is called 'Loves me Not' and its by a writer called Guinevere McAdam. Suffice it to say its a real storming piece of work, well written and heart stopping in places. Mainly because of the characters.

Cook and Emily.

Yeah, you heard that right. Definitely not one of my ships and probably not yours either. You have to read it though, to make sense of this. Now the writer may be annoyed that I've stolen her work to feed off, I don't know. It's a first for me, but the story was so powerful, I had to do something about the way it stuck in my head. I've tried writing to her, asking her to update. But like a lot of awesome authors, she's left the fandom. It's well over a year now since the story was updated. And its been bugging me. Mainly because it was such a powerful bit of work, I couldn't get it out of my head. Cook and Emily, I hear you say...naaah. Well, that was my reaction too, but the story is as hot as the surface of Mercury and believable too. Basically, without spoiling the plot, Naomi is away for the weekend. Emily is bored and lonely. Cook shows up with cash and MDMA. And we know what MDMA does to Emily's libido. don't we?

Mix in a noisy club and Cook's never ending quest to get his dick damp? Result, mayhem.

If you think it is a goer, I'll write more. As I said, this story is supposed to be a long letter from Naomi to Emily, after the shit hits the fan, which again without spoiling, it always was going to. Emily is crap with secrets. Even when she was 'not' going out with Mandy, she didn't have the nous to go somewhere she couldn't bump into one of the gang. Luckily it was JJ, who as we know, had already known Emily carnally, albeit for a pity shag. Secrets and lies, huh?

But anyway, I feel compelled to write this letter to Emily. We've all been through breakups, heartache. Although I hope I never have to suffer something like this. Naomily is probably the best love story ever written, testament the masses of stories on here. But sometimes the dice fall against you. I have no idea, and never want to have, how I would face the loss of someone like Emily Fitch. The love they had was Homeric in scope and power. Two people who are like twin planets, circling together, never to be separated. We all ache for them to make it.

But Cook and Emily?

Jesus, the boy knows how to spoil a party. Shagging one half of the most totemic lesbian couples in the known universe. Oh, and the other party just happens to be your best friend. Shit.

Anyway, read the story (not mine, hers) and let me know if you think its worth pursuing? I have the story written in my head. It's not a happy ride. Well, it wouldn't be, would it? I just think this would be how Naomi would play it, after blasting Emily verbally and storming out. Thoughts on a page are more powerful than spoken words. Because you can re read them and agonise over the feelings behind them. Love letters work like that, but break up letters? Even more so, I think.

Enough rambling I think. I've started the letter below. Just a teaser few lines. The rest is in my head.

Letter to Emily

Emily.

I take it you're home now. In any case, I've addressed this to Katies place to make sure you get it. Your things are being delivered back to you tomorrow. Your clothes and personal things in bags and stuff. I hope you understand I can't be there for you to collect them from our old place.

I want to say a few things to you in this letter I couldn't to your face. Too painful and to be honest, I'm not sure I could stop crying long enough. You know what a pedant I am, everything in it's place? Well, this is my way of getting it all out, telling you how I feel, without missing anything out. Good and bad. Mostly bad.

You missed Freddies waking up by the way. I understand why. Everyone was happy about that.

Right, well. Here goes.

I miss you. More than I can ever say. I miss your face, your smile and your voice. I miss the way you light up the room when you come into it. I miss the way I used to lie in bed watching you sleep in the mornings before you woke. I miss everything about you. Everything.

Except what you and Cook did.

You fucked my best mate. The love of my life fucked my best mate and brought my whole world tumbling down. I haven't just lost you, I've lost him too. The bastard.

You fucked him and nothing you could ever do or say will make it right, or fix it. That's the truth. It tears at me to see it written down, but there it is. We're finished. End of.

There, I've stopped crying now for a bit, so I'll carry on.

XXX

Rest to come?