What love does
Hope you like the first chapter of my fanfic :) I'm all new to this but i felt compelled to write for some reason. Anyway hope you enjoy it. It's a pretty personal story really, based on real life shizz :O
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Disclaimer: Skins isn't mine and never will be...dammit.
Chapter 1: Changes.
I lay awake thinking of what love does to a person. It can bring many people happiness throughout their lives. It brings people together in unity and can set aside differences once thought were too big to overcome. It can lead the way to new life being created. And more importantly, it can make you feel. I mean really feel something. Something that you once thought was never there, but then suddenly it appears from deep inside your soul. It's a strange feeling I must say, to feel it for the first time. And with it comes a whole host of other emotions (happy, sad, frightened etc). But all in all they all make up the whole point of us being who we are today. We are all here to love.
Well where do I begin? Where can I begin?
I had myself pretty sussed out before she came along, Emily that is.
I was sure of whom I was before, but know, I couldn't describe to you the emotions I feel. She's got my heart in a headlock.
Yes me. Cool and confident Naomi Campbell, the one who never lets anyone get close. Not even close enough to be able to tell which earring's I'm wearing, let alone get to know what's going on inside my messed up world.
But I let her in. I let her get to know the real me. The person who I so desperately tried to conceal from the outside world.
You see it all started in Sixth Form one day outside on the field. My friend Effy introduced me to her, I mean, I had seen her briefly before, in assemblies and other glorious school shindigs, but hadn't really got to know anything about the girl. All i knew was that she was small and had red hair.
Effy came up to me and said "This is Emily by the way, Emily Fitch. We are in Graphic Design together and she's pretty cool". I didn't really know what to say, but then I took one look into her brown eyes and I felt a strange feeling, one that I had never felt before. Usually I didn't give a shit about people that I barely knew. But this girl was different, this girl intrigued me.
The feeling took me by surprise and all I could say was "Hi, I think I have seen you around before...you have nice eyes you know".
The embarrassment I felt in telling a girl that I had met for all of two seconds that she had "nice eyes" was too much for me to handle and I felt a surge of scarlet travelling to my cheeks. I looked down and cursed inwardly at my 'smoothness'.
"Thank you, you do too. Yeah Effy has told me a lot about you. You're coming to the party at Yavers tonight right?"
I didn't want to go to the party at all in fact as there not really my thing. But the look on her face sort of told me that she wanted me to go, strange I know, but I felt a sort of connection, like we had known each other for years.
"Yeah I'm going" I said, didn't really know how to elaborate on that or indeed tell the truth and just bottle out completely like I would have wanted to.
"Awesome well I'll see you there then Naomi" she said as she got out a piece of paper and a pen and began to write.
"Here's my mobile number, when you get there phone me and we'll meet up, have a few drinks and get to know each other yeah?" Emily looked at me with a huge, inviting smile on her face.
"That sounds good, I'll see you there". I had a sudden case of the dreaded butterflies, and I never got those.
She then handed me the piece of paper and her eyes lit up in the sunlight. They were so brown and dark and I felt myself getting lost in them for a second. We said our goodbyes and she walked off to her lesson. Effy was still stood by my side and watched me intently before she gave me a wink and a knowing smile.
"Naomi Campbell getting butterflies. Who would have thought?" Said Effy as she laughed and walked off.
"What? No! Of course not! Shit! Effy you cow!". Damn that girl, I would've sworn I was transparent if she didn't do that psycho shit to everyone.
One thing about Effy Stonem that I hate is she can sort of read people like a book. You don't have to say anything, but she can instantly tell what you're thinking and feeling. She knew that I had felt feelings unbeknown to me, and she loved it. I didn't even know what I was feeling at the time, but Effy did, so at least one of us knew what the hell just happened...