Soooo I put up this story before and then deleted it because I thought it sucked. Probably still does but at least I get them to go on a "date" by Chapter 2!

Emily Fitch found it odd that this was happening to her again. When she was younger, she was able to brush off any feelings towards other girls as a misfiring of her teenage hormones. She fell in love with a guy, and didn't think twice when she would sometimes think about one of her girlfriends when listening to a romantic song instead of him. Emily just really cared about her friend. No big thing.

After Freddie broke her heart in high school, she was devastated. She vowed to have fun at college, prove Freddie wrong, prove to herself that people could change. She just never anticipated how much change she was capable of. It happened again, that good ol' teenage misfiring, except this time she wasn't a teenager anymore. Emily found herself wanting to be near Cassie, holding her hand at parties, sharing private jokes that only they understood, and she expended a lot of her energy crafting ways to sleep in the same bed as her. Nothing ever happened, because that's not what this is about, Emily would tell herself. Cassie's just my good friend, and I don't like my roommates so she's being nice enough to let me stay with her in her room so I don't have to deal with them. Satisfied with her excuse, Emily still couldn't explain why they would sleep in the same bed when there was another empty bed in the room. They were just really really close friends.

For years, Emily never labeled it. She would screw guys, just to make it feel normal. But it didn't work. Finally, in her last quarter of her last year at college, it began to dawn on her that the feelings weren't going away and the pattern was repeating itself. Crap, Emily thought.

She moved back to her parent's house the summer after college graduation and spent two months floating in their pool and thinking about things. Emily weighed all of her options, but none of it added up to a worthwhile solution. Stupidly she brought the subject up to Katie, hoping for support from her sister, and was met with coolness and a roll of the eyes. Emily spent the summer being dragged around by her twin, always submitting to her demands, while Katie would throw guy after guy at her just to make something stick. The line blurred between who wanted Emily to be straight more: her or her sister.

Thrilled and excited by meeting Naomi, the reality of the situation set in the next day. Shit, NOT AGAIN. Emily battled with how to handle the feelings she felt in the blonde's presence, and decided to let it be yet another girl that she would shrug off and tuck away in the recesses of her unrequited desires. And that was that.

But then Emily's first day of work rolled around and her plan failed. Her senses were overwhelmed just by the sight and smell of her – Chanel Chance. And they hadn't even spoken yet.

They exchanged pleasantries and Emily got acclimated in her new gig. Their desks were arranged perpendicular to each other, so that Emily was forced to stare at the back of Naomi's head if she looked over to her right. It was all quite fitting really. Despite her instant attraction to Naomi, Emily found the blonde to be a bit standoffish. She couldn't pinpoint what made Naomi so defensive – she was beautiful, smart, and could produce witty barbs out of nowhere. Each day Emily would try new ways to get to know Naomi just that little bit better. The facts as they stood on their own were not all that interesting, but when they added up to make Naomi Naomi, Emily relished each piece that she was able to drag out of the elusive blonde.

After a few weeks of working together, Emily gave up on worrying about what everything meant. I'm just trying to get to know her because we work together, Emily tried to assure herself. She crafted ways for them to spend time together outside of the office, and decided upon exercise as a shared activity with very little chance of veering into the sexual. At the last minute, Naomi bailed once, and then twice, leaving Emily frustrated and all the more curious. What happened to this girl to make her so guarded?

Emily refused to give up on the Holy Grail of getting Naomi to hang out with her. She didn't even take it personally – she watched how Naomi interacted with everyone else and she was just as insular and elusive. Finally three weeks into working together, Emily's chance came in the form of a company wide email. A fellow assistant was selling two tickets to a Vampire Weekend concert that night. Emily deleted the email instantly – she didn't really like concerts, and wasn't all that music savvy. She'd never even heard of Vampire Weekend.

One minute later, a new email popped into her inbox from Naomi – she had forwarded the Vampire Weekend email:

Wanna go to this with me?

Emily stared at the back of Naomi's head, trying to ascertain if it was really the blonde's fingers that typed the email. It was so out of the blue, so unexpected. Emily swiftly clicked reply, as if the email were a ticking clock and she would lose the opportunity if she didn't respond quickly enough:

Sure, but who are they?

Emily glanced to her right and watched Naomi chuckle to herself as she read Emily's email:

Dork. Pick me up at 8

And that was that.

Emily went home quickly after work to change for the concert. Without any control for her actions, she found herself changing outfits multiple times before settling on something that Naomi had complimented her on once before. She brushed her teeth and freshened her makeup, all the while telling herself that she was just getting ready to go out. It's not a date.

Emily arrived right on time and waited in Naomi's driveway. She watched Naomi exit her apartment building, and it never ceased to amaze Emily how stunning Naomi was. Naomi flashed her brilliant smile and got in Emily's car, while Emily felt like an entire butterfly farm had taken up residence in the pit of her stomach.

An awkward silence settled around them as Emily drove them to the venue. Naomi settled on twiddling with Emily's radio before switching over to the CD in the car.

1. "Let it Rock" Kevin Rudolf

"Seriously?" Naomi quipped.

"What? It's a good song to run to."

"Didn't realize that you went for runs inside your car."

"Fine, it gets me pumped up for work."

"Wow." Emily looked inquisitively over at Naomi. Is she flirting with me?

2. "Closer" Ne-Yo

"Any complaints on this one Ms. Campbell?"

"No, no complaints. Just didn't realize that your car moonlights as Club Fitch on the weekends."

"Shut up."

"What else do we have here?"

3. "Sensual Seduction" Snoop Dogg

"There are no words," Naomi looked over at Emily with raised eyebrows.

"What now?"

"Oh nothing, just didn't realize that you were a cliché."

"But I'm a nice cliché."

"Oh, really."

4. "Love Remains the Same" Gavin Rossdale

Emily glanced over at Naomi waiting for the next barb. It never came. Instead Naomi met her gaze, "I like this one."

Emily refocused her eyes on the road, mainly because she didn't want to crash and die, but also because the way Naomi looked at her had her completely undone. The way the blue seared into her brown ones, searching for more and revealing just how fragile Naomi is.

They arrived at the venue, and Naomi grabbed Emily's hand and led her straight to the bar. Three drinks later, they were flirting openly and shamelessly, dancing along to the horrible opening band, and Emily felt like she was finally getting to know Naomi just that little bit more. So all I needed was a little booze.

When Vampire Weekend hit the stage, Naomi reached into her bag and pulled out her glasses. She looked adorable, and the warmth of the vodka somehow signaled Emily's brain that it was okay to say so as she grabbed Naomi's arm and whispered in her ear, "You look cute in glasses."

Naomi pulled back and looked at Emily with confusion and apprehension. She immediately took her glasses off and put them back in her purse, as if the entire exchange never happened.

Shit, Emily thought. Why is that, of all things that we've said to each other tonight, the thing that makes her retreat back into her shell?

Within minutes, Emily's admission had been forgotten and Naomi loosened up again. Tipsy and wobbly they left the concert and playfully shoved each other in the street as they made their way back to Emily's car. Emily loved the way that Naomi laughed at nearly everything Emily said, and not in a fake surface way, but in a deep soul splitting way. Naomi started touching Emily as she drove, making it increasingly difficult for Emily to steer. We're both straight, this isn't leading to anything.

Emily dropped Naomi off, and she felt Naomi pause in the car before she got out. She reached over and pulled Emily into a soft embrace, and Emily tried her hardest not to inhale deeply the scent of Naomi's hair and skin.

"Thanks," Naomi whispered softly in Emily's ear.

"For what?"

"For tonight."