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Notes : This is a brand new fic I'm working on.
(It was initially meant to be a little tiny ficlette to combat my writers block, but I got really into it!)
This fic will be on all 9 characters. It's based 4 years in the future.
Chapter [1/?] Naomi.
Carpe Diem
"Being
deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone
deeply gives you courage."
- A quote by Lao
Tzu
I'm suddenly drawn to something my mother had told me years ago.
"Your teenage years are supposed to be the best of your life. Make the most of them."
Right now, I'm finding it hard to disagree with her.
My mother is a clever woman.
Strong and Feisty would perhaps be the best description of her but then again so would perceptive.
That's the thing about my mother; she always seems to know what I'm thinking before
I even know.
I think that's the same with all mothers though.
Just because they gave birth to you, they seem to earn the right to all of your most private thoughts and opinions.
Sometimes, it's a blessing in disguise.
Sometimes, it's a pain in the arse.
Right now, it's the former.
I'm not so good at explaining how I'm feeling; what's going through my head; which is mildly ironic because I am a journalist!
It's my job to say it how it is!
Life's funny like that.
I have no problem talking about the storylines on Eastenders.
(I still think Stacey and Bradley belong together, by the way)
It's fine talking about other people's emotions, but as soon as the table turns in my direction I tend to head for the hills.
I'm not sure why. Its habit I suppose.
It must run in the family.
My dad ran out on us when I was growing up.
Couldn't deal with family life.
Didn't want to grow up.
Sometimes, I used to sit and wonder what it'd be like if he hadn't ran.
If we'd be like a normal family if he'd stayed with us.
Right now, I'm glad he went.
I'm happier than I've ever been.
I'd gladly acknowledge that it's all because of my upbringing; because of my mothers strength; her dedication to fight for what's right and her perception.
I'm not ashamed at all to admit I've learnt a lot from my mother.
Maybe I'm turning into her a little bit.
Not that I'd tell her that!
But then again, she probably already knows!
A lot of my opinions and principles stem from my upbringing.
My mother was a political activist.
She used to protest for whatever she believed in.
That's what I admire about her.
She doesn't care what anyone else thinks.
She truly doesn't.
I used to do a few protests here and there, but it was too much hard work.
People aren't as bothered these days as they used to be.
Plus, it was pure torture trying to wake up for those early mornings after a hard nights partying!!
I applied for student president in my old college.
It didn't go so well though.
Well, I won, so happens it did go well!
But that was mainly due to my head director cheating, because she
didn't like the guy that had won.
Safe to say, I spoke my mind, and gave up my post straight away.
(I did get detention though for embarrassing her!)
I've always been interested in politics though.
Maybe that's why I applied for my job.
I'm a political/environmental journalist, by the way.
I write for the local newspaper, the Bristol news.
People always pull a face when I tell them that.
But the truth is, I love my job.
I'm not one of those people that wake up in the morning and
grunt and curse the day they took the job.
I suppose the best part of my job is that I get to take it home with me.
God, I sound like such a geek.
It's mainly so I don't sit around and mope after my Emily.
She's at university in Dundee.
She's training to become a midwife.
We used to laugh because it's so typical of Emily to get a
job looking at women's groins.
She's honestly one of the gayest people I've ever met, but she seems to really
be enjoying the work.
She's in her final year, thank God!
She'll be home for good in 6 months! I can't honestly wait.
She's my everything, my all. Christ, I sound like such a sap.
She comes home every weekend, but I miss her so much when she's away.
I've been tempted to lock her away and refuse to let her go home!
I can't wait until she comes back though.
We're going to move in together.
Can't wait for our life together to start!!
That's pretty much the reason why I'm standing here with Effy and my mother now.
I'm slowly building up the courage to ask Emily to marry me.
They're the only ones to know about it so far.
Everyone else would just ruin the secret.
I'm looking for an engagement ring.
I know we're still young but life is short.
I want to spend as much time as I can as her wife, and her mine.
Don't tell anyone though. It's a secret!
She lives in a flat with JJ in Dundee.
I know what you're thinking. It seems a bit strange for them to be together after what happened but I completely trust Emily.
With everything in my body.
They live above a fish and chip shop, of all places.
If you knew Emily, you'd know she spends most nights in there.
For a tiny girl she's got such a huge appetite!
"What about this one, love? This one's pretty."
Gina suggests at a beautiful ring with an emerald stone.
Naomi walks towards her mother and arches her back to look at the ring.
"It's pretty…"
"She'd like it, I think." Gina says trying to convince her daughter.
"Yeah, she would. It's also way out of my price range, mum."
"I've told you, I'd lend you the money."
"It's the principle of it. I'm supposed to spend my hard earned cash to show her how much she means to me! It doesn't have the same effect if I've had to borrow it"
"Sweetheart, it doesn't matter about the money. You could propose with a plastic ring, and I swear Emily would still accept. She loves you. Unconditionally."
"What about this one?" Effy calls from across the room, not taking her eyes off of the ring.
Naomi and Gina dart across to her, and stand in pure silence gazing at the ring.
The ruby glistening in the light.
"Wow." Eventually comes from Naomi's mouth.
"It's gorgeous." Effy backs up.
"It's £500 too much, Ef." Naomi says eventually after glancing at the price tag attached to the stand.
"I'll sort it for you."
"What-?" Naomi asks before being ignored as Effy walks up to the cash desk and to the stern looking man.
"How much do you want for that ruby?" Effy asks calmly.
"£2,500 pounds -As it says on the price tag."
"£1,500?" Effy offers.
"£2,400?" the stern man suggests lowing the price slightly.
Effy licks her lips seductively and looks the man up and down.
She allows a trademark smirk as she notices him beginning to fluster.
He falters to meet her eyes.
The eyes that are gloriously suggesting that if he suggests,
she will do whatever he wants her to.
He glances up at her, and cracks immediately.
Effy knows she's already won.
"£1,600, final offer." Effy states calmly.
"Okay…£2,000"
"Thanks." She allows herself to wink at him before making her way back to Naomi and Gina who were in a heated discussion about Emily's face when she sees the ruby.
"Done." Effy says with a smile.
"How did you – "
"Don't ask. Just buy."
Gina was still busy attempting to convince Naomi that it's the perfect ring.
Naomi, still being unsure, hovers around the room taking one last glance at the rings.
Hoping one would jump out at her, and stop her from making a decision.
"You really think it's the right one?"
"It doesn't matter what we think." Effy says plainly.
"What do you think? What do you think Emily would think?"
"I- I don't know…"
"What Elizabeth is trying to say is, can you see Emily's face in your mind right now if you proposed with this ring…?" Gina interrupted.
"Yeah…I can." Naomi smiles at the image.
She looks down into the glass cabinet and beams.
"Can I have this ring please?" she says loudly – not taking her eyes off of the ring for a second.
The stern man walks up to the cabinet and unlocks the glass carefully.
He tries not to blush as Effy licks her lips and smiles.
He holds the ring in between his fore-finger and his thumb.
"Is this to your satisfaction, miss?"
"It's perfect"
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