Wow I'm really pleased with the reaction I got from the first chapter so I hope I don't disappoint :)

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We stumble up to Effy's front door. Okay, I stumble and Freddie stumbles from trying to stop me from stumbling, it's the same thing! Anyway, I knock a little too hard and step back to await our greeting, I can't hear any music playing so I figure we're either early or we're at the wrong house, but if we are early then I'd much rather be at the wrong house. Too late, the front door opens to reveal a surprised looking blonde, she stares at us like we are aliens or something. Hmm, aliens…that could be interesting are they really all green and slimy or are they like some mutant worm things that are going to come and eat us all? Man, I think I've been playing too many video games. But video games are fun…fucking hell, Emily, your spacing out again, concentrate she's talking to you! Okay, she looks a little annoyed and her lips are moving, that means she's either saying something bitchy or sarcastic, and…wow she has really blue eyes…no concentrate Emily!

"You're early," Is the only thing I catch from Naomi's sentence and so I just grin at her, mainly because the muscles in my face have more control than the rest of my body. Lucky bastards…

"We didn't know what time it started so…wait what is the time?" The blonde just rolls her eyes and doesn't bother to check or answer my question so I figure we're much earlier than we're supposed to be. Ah fuck that's typical.

Naomi steps aside to let us in, thank god because I cannot be bothered to stand around anymore. I stumble past her and take my time to look around the place; I've been here before but under a different circumstance. It all looks different but that may be because the walls are dancing around me, I can't help but giggle at them.

"She's already trashed, isn't she?" I hear Naomi ask and Freddie chuckle, he agrees and then I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and I lean back against him. His embrace is always comforting.

Naomi mutters something again and runs upstairs, I'm not interested in what she said though because I'm completely fucked and that girls bitchy comments are the last thing on my mind, so instead I stagger into the living room and throw myself onto the sofa. I close my eyes for a second and I'm already taken over by darkness.

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"EMILY!"

I'm dragged from my slumber by the constant calling of my name, or shouting for that matter. I can feel that I'm close to waking up but then the shouting stops and I'm about to consider ignoring it and falling back into the peace that I was just surrounded by.

"EMILY!" The shout is closer and clearer this time that it takes me by surprise and scares the crap out of me. In automatic reflex my body shoots up and I instantly regret it because my head is thumping and spinning like it's on a fucking dance floor. Ugh, I groan and rub my temples and look up at the bitch that woke me up, my vision is rewarded with my sister.

"Ugh, Katie, what the fuck?" I try to snap but it comes out as a mumble and my twin continues to glare down at me.

"Why are you here, Ems?" Katie snaps again and I roll my eyes.

"The same reason you are, it's a party! " I bite back, Katie scowls and storms out of the now crowded living room. I look around, it's dark apart from a few flashing lights that dance upon the sweaty skin of people dancing to the music that thundered through the house. I hear a soft chuckle beside me and I soon realise that I'm not alone.

"God, your sister is pathetic." Oh god, it's Naomi. I turn to look at her, she's grinning back at me and I can tell she's drunk by the way she's trying to focus on me. She looks beautiful though, she's wearing long black top and grey skinny jeans, her hair is slightly curled and messy and the multi coloured lights make her pale skin glow. God, I don't know if it's just the drugs and alcohol that have been in my system but I'm suddenly finding this girl much more attractive.

"What are you doing, Naomi, why aren't you partying?" I ask her a little harshly but she doesn't seem to notice it.

"Um…well you looked like an idiot so I decided to join so you look a little less idiotic." I knew that she was lying so I continued to stare until she cracked, which she did. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Alright fine, people started to get a bit violent so I didn't want to leave you on your own." Whoa, what? She actually worried about me, since when did Naomi Campbell care about what happens to someone?

"Why do you care about what happens to me? You hate people." I know I'm being harsh but it's weird. Naomi rolls her eyes again.

"No, people just assume that I hate them."

"Well you do well at keeping your reputation." Naomi sighs and shakes her head and stands up to leave; I know I've offended her. I quickly reach out and grab her hand before she can walk away, she glares at me.

"Don't, I'm sorry…stay, please." I smile gently at her and she seems to consider it for a moment, I'm sort of relieved when she sits back down. I'm still holding her hand, she hasn't pulled hers away.

"Where's Freddie?" I ask, trying to break the tension between us. She looks at me again and smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh god, he's pulled some girl hasn't he?" She nods and I laugh, shaking my head. Naomi pulls a metal tin out from her top and opens it, revealing a couple of neatly rolled spliffs, she takes one and lights it.

"Jealous?" She asks, I gape at her and can't believe she's actually serious. I can't contain my laughter and I'm soon trying to stop myself from crying.

"Campbell, you are aware that I'm gay, right?"

Naomi grins and leans in towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitches and I can feel the warmth of her skin radiating onto mine, she's so close and I'm sure that she's going to kiss me but then her face slips past mine and she whispers in my ear.

"I meant are you jealous of Freddie because he's kissing some fit girl?" I shiver at the feeling of her breath on my skin and I grip her hand tighter, she pulls back to look at me, still grinning and I can't stop myself from looking at her eyes, then her lips and back to her eyes. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and stare at her, she saw the way I looked at her lips and she's grinning even more than before, giving me the confirmation I need. I lean in slowly so that our lips are inches apart, I watch as her eyes close and then I close mine. I can taste her breath in my mouth; it's sweet with the exception of weed and alcohol. With one simple movement our lips will be together, but I don't do it, instead I tease her. I brush my lips over hers but I don't kiss her, I feel her lips move to try and bring them together but I quickly move and press butterfly kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. She groans and wraps her arms around my waist as I suckle on the soft skin beneath her earlobe hard enough to leave a mark; I curl my hand around her neck and pull her closer to me. God she feels and tastes so good, her skin is smooth and sweet beneath my lips, she tightens her hold on me as her breathing quickens as I work my way up and down her neck. I'm kissing my way back towards her lips; we're a second away from finally kissing when someone's shouting causes us to jump apart.

"Cookie's here so let's go fucking mental! " Oh fucking hell, of course that prick would show up, he's probably still fucking Effy and some other poor girl on the side. Cook bounces into the room, his short blonde hair glinting in the flashing lights and he's wearing that usual stupid fucking grin of his, like he thinks he's god's gift or something.

I've never been able to stand James Cook from the day I met him. He's a slime ball, thinks he can shag any girl he likes and thinks that every girl wants to shag him. He's crude and disgusting and ugh, he makes my skin crawl.

"You 'right, Naomikins? " He shouts when he spots us sat on the sofa, he bounces over and kisses her on the cheek, I feel my blood start to boil.

"How's it going, Emsy babe, better now that I'm here? How about me, you and Blondie go to it, threesome? "He waggles his eyebrows expectantly; I clench my fist beneath my leg and grit my teeth.

"Fuck off, Cook, I'd rather go celibate than go anywhere near your puny cock." I spit at him, he looks annoyed but he hides it behind an awfully fake laugh.

"Suit yourself, Red. How about it, Blondie?" Fucking hell, he doesn't know when to give fucking up! Naomi just shakes her head and smiles.

A blur of movement catches my eye and I look up to see Freddie making his way towards me, he's smiling so I know he hasn't noticed Cook, shit this wont be good.

"Finally, Ems I've been looking all over for you…oh." Freddie stops by the side of the sofa when his eyes flicker to Cook who bellows out and wraps his arm around his shoulder like they're still best fucking friends.

"Fredster, my man! How's it fucking going, got any ass tonight? How's that lovely sister of yours?"

"Cook, fuck off." Freddie snaps and shoves him arm away, resulting in a pissed off looking Cook.

"What the fuck's crawled up your fucking ass? " This is pissing me off too much; I stand up and wrap my arm around Freddie's waist.

"He told you to fuck off, and I told you to fuck off. So how about you just fuck off?!" The majority in the room have stopped and turned their attention towards us. Cook looks back and forth between me and Freddie and then grins like he's just figured something out.

"Fuckin' hell mate, you're shagging the muff muncher aren't ya?" This time I laugh and shake my head, I sneak a quick glance at the sofa to find that Naomi is no longer there. Fucking typical, I knew that bitch didn't care.

"Well, Cook, the whole point in me being a muff muncher is the fact that I don't do cock. But he certainly has a better chance of fucking me than you ever will." I see Cook grit his teeth and I love that I'm able to piss him off.

"Alright well fuck you's two, I'll just find our little princess, she's always gagging for a shagging from the cookie monster."

By princess, he means Effy. I feel Freddie tense up beneath my arm and I begin to pull him out of the crowd before anything happens, we're almost out of the room when I hear Cook shouting.

"What's the matter, Freds? Can't handle the fact that I'm ridin' your girl? Fuckin' tosser. " Right, that's e-fucking-nough. I let go of Freddie's waist and walk back the way we came from, I stride up to Cook who opens his mouth to say something but I slap him hard across the face…oh wait, he's fallen to the floor and his nose is bleeding, okay maybe I punched him. I push through the people who are now crowding around the boy on the floor and grab Freddie's arm, we push our way through the rest of the crowd and finally reach the front door. I wrench it open when I hear Cook shouting again, I slam it behind us and we sprint down the street, holding onto each other to stop either one of us falling.

We don't stop until we're far enough away from Effy's house and we're both gasping for air. I start giggling at the events that just occurred and Freddie joins in, he curls his arm around my waist and pulls me into his body and kisses the top of my head.

"I love you, Emily, but I never knew you had the strength to floor that prick." He chuckles and so do I.

"I love you too, and now we know, I'll definitely do it more often." We laugh together as we walk the rest of the way to his house. We smoke a spliff outside before sneaking in, I clean up and get changed, I keep most of my clothes in his room since I stay here more than my own home. Freddie's not in his room when I return so I figure that he's waiting for me in the shed.

I'm correct, and he's also got a couple more beers and is rolling a spliff, I crash down next to him on the sofa and pinch the already rolled spliff, I light it and appreciate the instant calming sensation from the weed. Soon we're both smoking and drinking the beers and laughing about the eventful night. He tells me about the girl he pulled but he can't quite remember the name, says the music was too loud for him to be able to hear it but I just laugh. I don't tell him about me and Naomi, simply because I forget because I'm pissed with her, and then we talk about what a prick Cook is.

"Did you mean what you said?" Freddie asks me, I frown as I try to remember what he's on about.

"What do you mean?" I have to ask because my memory is simply shit at the moment.

"That I have a better chance of sleeping with you than Cook does?" I laugh and slap him.

"Of course, Freds, I told him I'd rather go celibate than fuck him." Freddie howls with laughter to the extent that he can hardly breathe, which obviously makes me laugh so we're both rolling around on the floor of the shed in fits.

After a while we finally calm down and I shuffle over to lie besides him, Freddie wraps his arm around me and I rest my head on his chest. It doesn't take long for sleep to take over the both of us.

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There you are, I hope it's alright. My little brother has been driving me mad today so I've had a bit of writers block again. But here it is, next chapter will be up soon so let me know what you think :) R&R!