AN: Hello to you all. First I want to thank you for the views and I specially wanna say thanks to the Guest who reviewed the first chapter. It means the world to me that you liked it, but unfortunately I can't answer you privately, so my only hope is that you're reading this right now.

Without further delays, enjoy this new chapter!

Disclamer: SKINS UK doesn't belong to me. However these lovable characters do.

CHAPTER 2

EMILY'S POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. I smack the fucking bleeping bastard for the third time this morning. Is it too much to ask for a bit of silence? I sigh and decide that it's best to get up, not the brightest idea I've had, seeing as the floor feels like thin ice underneath my feet. It's at times like this that I wish I was already emancipated and not living under my parents' roof, so I could stay comfortable in my bed whenever I feel like it.

"Emily! Get out of that damn room and come eat breakfast!" My "lovely" mother shouts from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yell back, dragging myself out of my room, trying to stay up and awake, but this new pills are making it really hard to do so.

"Here I am…" I say when I get to the kitchen, "Did you really have to yell after I had just woken up?"

My mom takes a deep breath and looks sternly at me, "You know very well that if it wasn't for my "yelling", you would still be playing the role of sleeping beauty."

I look at her coldly, "That morning talk is getting kinda old don't you think? Just like you." I say and turn to go up the stairs again.

"Emily Fitch you get down here right away!" She says following me behind.

"I've lost my appetite." I turn my head back to her, "Enjoy your lonely meal." And say with a fake smile, climbing the steps and running to my room.

I shut the door hard and loud as if doing it would make all this situation disappear. I can't take this anymore, every single day is the same painful routine. Shouting, throwing pills down my throat, crying, freaking out, and crying a bit more. Add work in the middle of that and you have Emily's personal hell.

It all started when I was still in school, finishing my last year. I was always considered an outcast and anti-social kind of person, although I've never identified myself has being neither of them.

Despite all that, I was actually able to deal with being alone during the breaks while the other students hang out and have fun together. It was hard, but I could do it, I was doing it.

And you know, it's funny, because we usually never think it can get worse, but it did. Majorly.

Somehow a rumour spread that I was seeing a shrink, it seems that someone allegedly saw me stepping out of the clinic. It surprises me to be honest, I can't understand how the way I led my life mattered that much to people who had never given a flying fuck about me.

Guess I was wrong, because since that day every time I walked past the corridors or attended classes, there was always whispering and snarky comments thrown at me, accompanied with glances and laughing here and then. I tried to ignore it, I really did, but after a few times I grew tired of it. Going to school became unbearable, which meant that the fighting with my mother started to be more usual every day. She just didn't understand my fears and much less recognized my daily effort. She still doesn't and that's a big problem given my situation. I'm now 19 and still living with her, which only makes me feel worse and incapable.

The only good thing I have in my life right now is Dr. Jane. She is amazing and understands me so well. My consultations with her are the only times of my life where I feel safe and believe that I matter something in this world.

So yesterday I went to another appointment with her and as always I left there feeling a bit well, and I didn't believe the day could get better, because going home would mean more fighting and pain.

Suddenly that changed when I laid my eyes on her. Blonde, piercing blue eyes and tall figure, flawless. I felt my blood boiling deep inside me and I had the need to reach for that girl, to ask her name and who she was. But she soon got in after I said my goodbyes to my doctor and step out of the clinic. They say first impressions are extremely important. If that is indeed the truth, then she most definitely left a print on me; because in that same night I slept a whole lot better than I had these past few months.

Now here's to hoping I get to see her again, maybe this is my chance to have some luck in my life, because after 17 years of dealing with shit, I sure as hell need it.

After taking my morning pills and eventually getting ready to get out of the house, I meet my mom at her car who is already waiting outside for me.

"Hurry up Emily, we are already short in time." She hushes me to get in and I roll my eyes at her, seating on the passenger side.

"I thought we only had to be there at 10.30?" I say confused while she turns the engine on.

"You do." She says while driving, "I on the other hand have to be there at nine sharp."

"I'll say it again then; it makes no sense for you to take me so early when I'm perfectly capable of taking a bus." I try to reason with her.

"Because if I don't you'll just stay home mopping around, eventually not getting to work at all."

I don't say anything since it's no use arguing with her. As much as I hate to admit it, she's right. If it wasn't for her I would stay in bed all day and by now had already lost my job, which I didn't lose yet because she's the one who runs the beauty salon, therefore being my boss.

It might be a pain in the arse working with my mother, but at least she has given me a job, so I shouldn't be complaining this much.

A few more silent minutes pass and we arrive at the street where the salon is. She parks the car and goes to open the shop's door, stepping back so I can get in.

I sigh and turn on the lights. It's another day Emily, nothing new here, you just have to go through it for a few hours, and then you'll be back home to your comfy bed waiting for you.

After giving myself a mental pep talk, I try to be nice and polite to the costumers who start to come in and out as the morning passes. It's a tough because I'm still getting used to the new meds, they make me a bit sleepy, but at least I'm starting to feel a bit cheerful.

It's now midday which means time to take a break and put some food down my belly.

"Mom I'm already finished so I'm gonna grab something to eat down the street." I say grabbing my bag.

"Alright, would you mind bringing me a carrot soup?" She asks lifting her head from some papers she was going through, "I'm still taking care of some things here."

"Sure, no problem." I answer and walk out the door, turning right to make my way to my favourite café around here. It has all kinds of pastry, sandwiches, beverages, great meals, and to top it all it even has good music playing in the background. Do you know how rare it is nowadays to find an establishment with good music on? And it's so well decorated, with a vintage look that makes it really cosy. To be honest, I'd much rather work here than at my mom's salon. But like I said earlier, I'm lucky to even have a job. So, no complaining for me.

I sit on a table near the window with a view for the street outside, I like to watch the passers-by and imagine how their lives must be and what they do, what kind of person they are. It entertains me, makes me forget about my problems.

"Hey beautiful lady!" A boy says approaching me, "It's good to see you again." He grins at me.

"Hey Alan!" I greet him with a smile, "Likewise. How are you?"

He sits in front of me, "Oh you know, same old song. Jason and I had a fight, again."

I laugh at him as he rolls his eyes, "Seriously Em! At the beginning it was cute, but after a while it gets boring."

I give him a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you." Alan sighs, "I think I'm gonna break up with him."

"Why? You look so happy together."

"That's just the thing. We "look" happy, but we aren't." He says with a sad voice.

"Well, if you think that's what's best for you, then you have my support." I smile, trying to make him feel better.

"Thanks Emily, you are an amazing girl." He smiles back, "And now I should really get back to work, before the boss over there fires me."

"Oh ok, I'll have the usual then." I say, making my order.

"Alright! A tuna and egg sandwich and… a carrot soup?" He asks writing it down.

"Yep that's it and also a strawberry juice please."

"Is that all?" I think for a while, "Ah yes. The soup is for my mom, so if you could put it in a bag I'll appreciate it."

"Of course pretty girl, right away!" He says and goes to the counter.

Alan is also one of the reasons I like to come here to have lunch and relax every time I get the chance. He's always so kind and nice to me, it's a shame we don't get to hang out more.

After a few minutes my food arrives and I dig in as if I have not eaten for days. But to be fair with myself I did not have breakfast and like I said earlier the meals here are delicious.

When I'm finishing the last bites Alan comes back and sits in front of me again.

"So Emily, how have you been feeling lately?" If it was another person asking I would instantly assume that they were feigning worry towards me. But Alan is different, he genuinely cares.

"Better I guess. I think the new meds are starting to work." I say shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh that's great! I'm glad to know." He flashes me a big smile that makes me smile back.

"Yeah it is. It seems that this time I may be able to get through."

"Of course. I believe you can do it! And I'm here for you beautiful, don't you forget that." Alan says winking at me.

I feel myself blush and say shyly, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

We share a couple of seconds in silence until I realize that my lunch break is over, "Ups, I have to get back to the salon now or my mom is going to kill me." I say getting up hurriedly but Alan stops me, and gives me a hug.

I stand there a bit awkward, I'm not used to this much affection. However, coming from him it kinda feels good so I try to return it.

When Alan lets go of me he pats my head gently, "Come by more often, maybe after you're done with work?" He asks smiling.

"Yeah, sounds good. I will." I say getting the door and turn my head back, "Thanks!"

As I'm walking out the door I bump into someone, making me stumble back a bit.

"Auch!" I hear the other person say and look up to see them. No fucking way!

"Oh god, I'm so sorry I bumped into you. Are you ok?" The blonde that got stuck in my head from yesterday asks me. This can't be happening. Am I tripping from the new meds? Oh for Pete's sake, answer her Emily!

"Sorry?" I follow her gaze to the ground where my bag has landed, "Oh yeah, yeah, I am. No worries." And pick up my bag.

"I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't be walking while talking." I say with a nervous laugh.

"Ah don't mention it." She stares at me for a second, "Hey, I think I know you…"

I'm going to say something but she beats me to it, "Ah! I remember now, you were at the Roundview Clinic yesterday weren't you?" She asks me a bit unsure.

"Yes." I answer in a hoarse and low voice, feeling the need to clear my throat, "Yes I was. I remember you as well. Naomi was it?" I ask her carefully, trying to not overstep her boundaries, "You had an appointment with Dr. Jane right?"

"I did." She states smiling, "I'm surprised you remember my name."

"Well not too hard to memorize, given the fact that you're named after a supermodel." I answer her smugly.

"Yeah… My mom kinda screwed me up with that."

We share some laughter and stand there for a couple of seconds just staring at each other.

"So… I should go now. I have to get to work." I say awkwardly, trying to break the silence.

"Right, of course. Silly me." She says blushing and giving me a shy smile, "I should get going as well."

I nod and turn to leave but her voice stops me, "Wait."

"Yeah?" I ask looking back at her and she answers, "It was nice meeting you again, Emily."

"Likewise Campbell." I say back earning a laugh from her and again turning to leave.

"I'll see you around!" She calls from behind me, walking away as well.

"Hopefully…" I whisper to myself.

AN: Ok so our girls meet once again, only this time with more interaction. Let's see what the future holds for them. Any reviews will be very much appreciated and see you next chapter ;)