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Starry Night
"So…Miss Campbell, what's your first clear memory?"
Brown, big brown eyes .That's the first thing she recalls seeing. She was enthralled by those eyes, she never could find out who they belonged to. But she still dreams about them, most of the time that is. She believes she was around 4 when she saw those brown orbs, looking at her, staring right into her soul.
"…Miss Campbell?"
"I…I don't really know"
She lied, simply because of the fact that it was her secret; she didn't feel the need to share it with anyone else.
"Ok then, who is your muse? What inspires you to create art?"
Again, her mind was filled with brown. She knew it was sort of pathetic, holding on to a vague memory of someone she couldn't quite remember, don't get it wrong, she didn't go around life painting brown eyes; she just wanted to recreate what those eyes represented: Naivety, uncertainty, love. But above all things, those eyes exuded aliveness. That's what she wanted to recreate, life itself.
"I think everything can get to inspire you, it just depends on how you see it"
"Well, that's it. Thanks you for your time, Miss Campbell. It was a pleasure"
"Pleasure's mine"
With that they said their goodbyes. Naomi wasn't famous or a celebrity of any sorts, but her work had acquired notoriety in the past years. She'd been called a lot of things over the course of her life: genius, prodigy, hopeless romantic, sarcastic bitch, among other things. But none of those words could define her; she was simply Naomi, whoever that is.
She walked back to the flat she'd been sharing with her best mates for the past five years. It wasn't anything too big or luxurious but it was more than enough. It was home, somewhere they could leave behind all the pressures from the "real world", a sanctuary for their thoughts and creations.
She made her way upstairs until she reached her door, knocking lightly. There was always someone in there, so there wasn't much of a point in carrying her keys around.
The door flung open to reveal the naked form of his friend.
"Naomikins!"
"Cook, ever heard of underwear?" She asked as she made her way inside the flat.
"Oh, c'mon you know you love it. How was the interview?"
"Fine, I guess."
"Aww, our Naomikins is becoming famous" He said whilst ruffling her hair.
"Oh fuck off, Cook."
"What was it for?"
"Some independent magazine or something like that" She stated,sitting down on a chair.
"I see…" He said, sitting in front of his friend.
"Where are Freds and J, anyway?"
"They were going to buy a videogame, I think. But they are coming back soon, so get ready!"
"Ready for what?"
"We have to celebrate, yeah? We're going out tonight, all of us" He said, whilst standing up.
"Cook…"
"No excuses Babe, you'll thank me later."
"I'm not a babe!" She screamed,though his friend had already dissapeared into his bedroom.
Three hours and half a bottle of vodka later, they were finally at the club. They found a booth at a secluded corner. Even though the club was big, it was packed; it seemed like a fairly popular place, though she never heard about it before. There was a mass of bodies on the dancefloor, all of them getting lost to the beat of the music. Music she didn't like, it didn't mean anything to her, they were like puppets, she didn't understand it. But it was fascinating still, all the movement, the colours. It was simply amazing.
"Who wants some shots?" Asked Cook,placing a tray full of tequila shots on the table.
"As much as I would like to, my pills and alcohol don't mix well, so I'm fine with my mango juice"
"Yeah, we know J. Freds? Naomi?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"That's the spirit Blondie! It's Four shots each, so ladies….Let's get fucking mental!"
It all went down from there, Cook pulled some pills out of a bag which Freddie and Naomi gladly accepted. Before she could realise, she was already part of the mass of bodies, it was great, she felt great. She felt someone grinding behind her, grabbing her hips. It wasn't what she wanted; it felt disgusting so she pushed the person away. It's not like she was disgusted with human contact per se it was just that it didn't feel right. She was part of something without really connecting to anyone. She soon got tired, and made her way back to the booth where JJ and Freddie were sitting on.
"Where's Cook?"
"There," Freddie said pointing to the bar "He's coming back with a girl"
She turned her head, and got greeted by the sight of a grinning cook with a slim brunette by his side.
"Guys, this is Effy"
She simply smirked at them, barely acknowledging their presence. Naomi was intrigued by now, there was something about this girl that she couldn't figure out, she knew it was stupid to think you can figure out someone just by looking at them, but she was really good at reading people. Too good, actually.
"Effy, these are my best mates: Freds, GayJ and Naomikins."
"Interesting," She said staring at all of them. "I have to go though; I've got to find my friend,she's new in town"
"Bring her, we don't mind yeah?, I'll buy drinks for everyone"
"Ok…"
And so she left, Cook sauntered off to get some shots. Leaving them alone once more, it wasn't long until JJ started rambling about the latest Legend of Zelda videogame. They didn't stop him though; they were to out of it to care. Naomi actually found it fascinating.
"So what you're saying is…that this guy link, fights all of these monsters, just to save this girl he barely knows"
"Yeah, pretty much"
"And he's done it 16 times?"
"Exactly"
"Well…that's determination…"
They kept talking about it for ten minutes until the "mysterious girl" appeared again.
"Where's Cook?"
"He went to buy some shots," Freddie said
"Well this is my friend, Emily."
In that moment time seemed to have stopped for Naomi…Emily…Her eyes, they resembled so much to the brown orbs she remembered, they were different though, they didn't seemed as alive. But she was sure it was her still. Her features, her fiery red hair, everything about the girl was magnificent, she was so…words couldn't describe the beautiful sight in front of her.
"Naomi? Naomi? Are you ok?" Asked JJ, in a worried tone.
That's when time started running back again, she felt sick, tired. Soon, it all became blurry. She fainted; the last thing she remembered was brown, brown and red dancing around each other in beautiful ways.