Alrighty guys, the five encouraging reviews (one of which being from niceoneBlondie, a writing idol) have convinced me to putter on for a bit. Let me know what you think, any reviews or comments or questions or criticism or even hatemail and death threats are accepted

Pretty Visitors, Chapter 2.

Emily's POV.

(A majority of the chapters are going to be from Naomi's perspective, I just wanted to give some insight.)

You'd think that after a solid 14 or so years spent in various education systems, I would have learnt not to have staring contests with my watch.

I guess I'm a glutton for punishment, then, because the past half hour consisted of my tired eyes glued to the too-slow minute hand. When my lecturer announces that we're free to go I could cry with joy. It's not that I dislike school, I love it really, I'm just fucking exhausted and in desperate need of some decent food. My dorm room is literally empty of anything edible thanks to my stupid generosity with the other girls in my hall and lack of financial planning. I already spent this month's money on cigarettes, alcohol, and a new microphone.

I'm supposed to be meeting Katie, my twin from hell, and Effy for lunch though, so I'm sure I can weasel myself into a free meal.

"Jesus Christ, Eff, I can't even tell if you're joking anymore!"

She's been hitting on my sister like crazy for months now, I always figured it was just classic Effy, flirting with everyone and trying to fuck with their brains, but it's starting to seem more genuine.

Effy winks at me before sliding her arm around the back of Katie's chair, letting her hand stray past her shoulder and grip her breast. My eyes widen with Katie's.

"Fuck off, babes, you know that I'm not the queer twin!"

Fucking Katie…

"Sexuality is fluid, Katie, I'll get you one day."

Katie scoffs, "Just because you'll have sex with anything doesn't mean that sexuality is fluid, Effy. I'm 100% straight."

Effy just smiles warmly at her; I might be going insane but did I just here my twin's voice waiver?

I wipe the whole train of thought from my mind, as much as I appreciated using Effy's meal plan points for my own benefit, I can't really hang around.

Gathering my various belongings, I push away from the table we're sat at and announce my departure.

"Alright, bitches, I've got practice."

Katie waves dismissively and Effy nods her head, saying something about going out tonight.

When I said I had practice, I wasn't referring to sports. I'm in a band.

I know, who'd have thought that 'shy little Emily Fitch' would have musical talent, let alone the proverbial balls to perform. Turns out I do. The band is composed of Cook, our drummer, Panda, my roommate and our keyboards, Effy, our guitarist who never actually attends practice, and myself, the singer and bassist. Not to toot my own horn, (that sounds ridiculously suggestive), but we're pretty fucking good.

Cook goes to UMass; I got to know him after I walked in on Katie sucking him off.

That was in my first semester, and now we're all quite good friends two years later.

He actually dated my sister for a few months, but they broke it off when they decided whoring around was more their style. They're more or less best friends though, now. It's cute.

But I digress, practice is set to last from 6pm to 8pm. That's a solid two hours to make sure we've got all of the songs on our setlist down perfectly. We play little gigs around the five colleges and two surrounding towns pretty often, so we've got to have a decent repertoire to keep the fans- and yes, I do feel weird saying that, interested.

After about an hour of practice without Effy, we decided to take a break. We weren't really getting much done without her anyway. Our break was like an unwritten cue for her arrival, and then our freakishly talented brunette is gliding into the rehearsal space.

"Hey Pandapops, Cookie," she smiles at me like she knows something I don't, "little Red…"

She's adjusting the strap on her guitar and tapping on its body absentmindedly as she asks if we're interested in having a little get-together tonight. She had mentioned it to me at lunch before so I didn't pay much attention, but Cook and Panda definitely sounded interested. Guess that's settled.

I'm yawning at the microphone and trying not to laugh at Panda, who's bobbing around like a space cadet behind her keyboard. Effy is finished tuning so now we're just waiting for Cook to notice that he should be behind the drums, not on the ratty couch picking some dried spray paint off his nails.

He eventually takes notice and we complete another hour of successful practice, only fucking up once when Panda saw a 'super gigundo' spider on one of her keys. When we wrap up Cook grabs his bike and sets off towards the bus that'll bring him to his dorm, stating that he needs to change into another identically tight polo if he's gonna go out. He's such a girl sometimes.

Panda gallops off to go do something before we all chill, I didn't catch the specifics of her task but I'm sure it's something strange. That leaves just me and Effy. I look at her for an indication of what she was planning on doing. She shrugs, "I've gotta run back to the hall, I'm gonna change and grab something I think you'll enjoy."

The fuck? She winks at me and then she's out the door.

I decide that I can't be bothered with traipsing back to my room just to put on a different outfit just to head back in the opposite direction to get to the bar. I think I look alright, a tad scruffy, but overall alright. You can't really go wrong with skinny jeans and a big sweater, right?

The plan is to meet at Digger's, our favorite local shithole, at 9, so I drag myself to the cafe that's situated across the street from the bar.

I spent my time gulping down a few shots of espresso and flirting with the barista.

Her name is Jen, she's pretty cute and a good laugh, but I'm not interested in anything more. I may have led her on when I kissed her for an hour at a party a few weeks ago, though, so I'm just trying to keep the flirting semi-harmless. I always feel like a cunt when I have to tell a girl that I'm not feeling it, but the guilty-feeling has lessened over my past two years of practice.

I'll admit it, Smith being a notorious lesbian-mecca, right in the middle of the Queer capital of the east coast, was definitely a deciding factor in my college choice. I'm from a small, rural town in Vermont, I needed the chance to spread my big gay wings and muff-dive, you know? There wasn't ever a chance for me to experiment back home, fuck, I'd only ever kissed three people before college and two of them were boys! Hitting on girls came naturally to me, surprisingly, and even more of a surprise was the fact that getting girls to come was like primal knowledge. And lucky enough, it seems that girls here can't get enough of one Emily Fitch. I guess my reputation as 'the scruffy little dyke with quick fingers and the tongue that can do that thing' is a godsend for me.

Back to Jen, though. I never usually have full fledged relationships, I dunno if it's because I'm afraid of settling down and getting bored or because I love sex or something completely unknown, so it's not like Jen should have been expecting anything more from me. I didn't even bang her, so her kicked-puppy eyes are uncalled for… I'll find 'the one' eventually, I'm sure, so I'm not gonna bother settling when I know it's not right. That's how shit gets messy.

I'm broken out of my self-reflection by Jen grazing her fingers down my arm and into my palm. Thankfully, that got me to look at my watch and notice it was a quarter past. I'm actually late for our gang meet up, so I don't feel bad when I tell Jen this and quickly make my escape.

Fuck, I need a drink.

I walk in to Digger's and spot the usual crew sat in the largest booth in the back of the room and make a hand motion to say that I was gonna grab a drink first. Pushing my way past the few small groups occupying tables in the middle of the pub, I eventually get to the bar.

I grin when I see a familiar face behind the register, looks like JJ's working tonight. He's actually a friend of mine from back home, and one of the two boys who I'd kissed way back then. He's a complete sweetheart, although not many people get to see that because of his high-functioning autism. Once you get to know him though, he's a fucking saint; even Katie has a soft spot for him. Being the science genius he is, he got a full ride to Amherst College, meaning that we would still be right around the corner from each other.

It's pretty funny that JJ's a bartender actually, seeing as the guy has never had a drink in his life, but it's good for him to be social so it evens out.

"Hey Ems! The usual?"

I lean in and peck him on the cheek before I reply, "How are you, Jay? And yes please"

He slides a coke and rum my way and waves dismissively towards me when I go to pay.

"Look Ems I'd love to chat but i've got a workload that couldn't be completed unless I had two clones so I'm going to have to keep tending and-"

"JJ! It's alright, I'll talk to you later tonight"

I give him another smile and walk to the table holding my friends, and the blonde head of some unknown girl, who's this?

Effy taps her shoulder and nods her head towards Emily, getting the mystery girl (the blonde one, not Effy) to turn in her direction.

One look, and I already know in my chest that I'm fucked.

What do you guys think? I know the first two chapters haven't been my best writing, not even a little bit, but I'm hoping that I'll get more into the swing of things if I continue with the story. Reviews make my month, just saying ;)