A/N: Ok so I really wasnt going to do a 2nd chapter but I got some really positive reviews which kinda made me feel bad for only doing a one shot...so here is my attempt. Please bear in mind there has in fact been a 6 month break between the chapters in terms of being written so if it really doesn't flow thats why. Also I know its more than a bit rubbish but what can I say...this is what came into my head so thats what came out. I was really struggling with a way to continue it so I hope its ok. I may try and continue this if people think its worth it...so let me know what you think.

Big shout out to RuinMyLife, MoaningMyrtle123, mau5, pitterpat87, ridesawhitebike, esdiferente, vaskon, Ess5iveOoh and emilionaomikins for all your kind words and motivation. All your stories totally rule so I feel very honoured!

Enough rambling...now on with the story.

Chapter 2 – The Date

What do you wear on a first 'date' with someone that you really don't know…? When all you have is a name….?

'Shit.' Not for the first time in her clothes frenzy Naomi turned and tripped on a big pile of discarded outfits.

The stupid thing was she didn't even know how she got talked into this 'date'….she didn't do dates of any description, let alone ones with a friend of a friend that she didn't know.

'Bloody Chrissie.' That's right Naomi, take it out on your flatmate…it is her 'friend' after all. It's not your fault that she pulled a total guilt trip on you, but it is your fault that you fell for it. 'Damn it' she huffed out. She was really not looking forward to this.

All Chrissie had told her was that her friend, who was 'totally lovely and gorgeous', had recently been played for a fool by their now ex and needed to go out and have some fun. Originally she had made it sound like a group thing…..until last night when she was not so subtly told it was more of a blind date deal. To say she was less than amused would be an understatement, but no amount of protesting would get Chrissie to call it off, or give her any information on this 'date'.

God she hated dates! The only reason she was still at this late stage even entertaining the notion was the one piece of information Chrissie had accidently let slip. A name…..the name…Em. That was all, just Em.

As soon as she heard that visions of the red head that had invaded her mind for the last couple of weeks came rushing back to her. Could it be Emily? Is that why Chrissie was being so damn secretive? Naomi hadn't really mentioned her all too brief couple of encounters with the red head to anyone, only the odd passing comment. And she really didn't think Chrissie was that perceptive, or even knew Emily. But it was a big uni and they had completely different friends outside of the flat so how could she be sure?

So it was this tiny, absolutely remote possibility that this date might involve the object of her recently over active imagination that was forcing her to go. It was also what was making her so stressed over what to wear. Usually she would just throw on anything that was clean and passable (it was only a student town after all). This time however she wanted to look reasonable, no better than reasonable….she wanted to look good (just in case).

'Fuck it, old faithful it is'

Having finally decided on skinny black jeans and an old rock band t-shirt, suitable accessories and subtle make up it was out of the door and into the unknown.

'For fucks sake! This is bloody stupid!' This is another reason she didn't do dates….when the other person is late and you end up stood on your own on the street looking like a pillock.

Right, 5 more minutes then she was definitely turning round and walking to the nearest student pub, getting trashed and pulling the first fit bird that looked her way.

It was just when she had decided on this plan of action that she heard her voice.

'Naomi? Hey, I thought it was you'

Naomi had to take a deep breath and slowly turn round to make sure she wasn't dreaming. There was Emily stood in front of her, looking understated but totally stunning.

It had been just over a week since the coffee incident and she really hadn't had any time to get to chat to Emily then as they both had lectures to go to. Since then no matter how hard she had looked around campus or in the pubs the red hair had not been there. She'd felt a bit like an obsessed love sick teenager crossed with a stalker but there was something about Emily that wouldn't let Naomi not think about her almost 24/7 (not that she would ever admit that to anyone…ever!)

'Are you ok?'

'Huh?' Oh nice Naomi…5 seconds around this girl and you lose all higher brain functions! What's up with that?

'I mean yea, yea I'm fine. How are you Emily?' That's more like it, actual sentences…!

She looked up to Emily's face and saw that she was smiling at her. No wait, that's a definite smirk.

'Yea I'm good thanks. What are you doing out here then?'

'Ummm, well I'm kinda waiting for someone.' Hopefully you, she said to herself.

'Oh…' When she caught Emily's eye again she could have sworn she saw a flash of something, maybe disappointment, in her eyes.

'Yea, my flat mate kinda tricked me into this blind date thing. And the 'date' is already nearly 15 minutes late'

'Ah I see.' yea that smirk was definitely back on Emily's face. 'It doesn't sound like your looking forward to it much'

'I'm not if I'm honest. I don't do dates, especially blind ones. Anyway, what are you doing out here all alone?' Fingers crossed its coming to see me.

'I just came from practice.' Damn! She could tell now that she took in Emily's whole appearance that she was definitely not dressed for a date. Her vibrant red hair was slightly darkened where it was damp and tied back in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing faded jeans and a hoddie.

She must have had a slightly disappointed look on her face because as Emily looked at her and then down at her own clothes she fiddled with the bottom of her hoodie.

'I usually dress up a bit more for the night on the town but you know…..'

Naomi was just about to respond and reassure Emily that she still looked stunning and could pull off going out in a black bin bag when they were perhaps gratefully interrupted by another husky voice.

'Naomi right?'

What…the…fuck! This has got to be Chrissie's idea of a joke!

Walking up to the pair was Naomi's 'date'. A tall, dark haired, well muscled…..guy.

'What the fuck' She must have said it out loud that time because she heard the red head giggle next to her.

'Not what you were expecting' she whispered with the definite hint of laughter still in her voice.

Chrissie knew Naomi was gay! Ok so she had dabbled with the dark side in the first few weeks of uni but they were just drunken snogs, and she'd only ever bought girls back to the flat. This is definitely the reason she had been so secretive about who the date was. Oh there was going to be some Chrissie coloured blood spilt later!

Naomi just turned and gave Emily her best 'help me' look as this guy walked up to her holding out his hand.

'Hi, I'm Emmet. I'm really sorry I'm late, hope you haven't been waiting to long.'

Shit shit shit…how the hell do I get out of this.

She shook his hand and looked over to Emily again for help only to see her biting her bottom lip to stop the laughter. 'Ummm, Naomi I have to go but have fun and I will see you soon yea?'

Damn it! Don't leave me here. She hoped she was giving Emily her best damsel in distress look to make her stay but no such luck as she started walking away with a mischievous glint in those traitorous eyes.

This was going to be a long night!