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Chapter 2 – Welcome home.
A very irritating buzzing woke me up from my sleep. It took a short while for my sleep addled brain to connect the dots between the odd noise and the mobile phone jumping its way across the bedside table.
"Hello" I groaned, I could here my mother; Giving me a lecture.
"yes; I know your meant to be partying allot, but for fuck sake Naomi its half one, get out of bloody bed!"
With an attitude like that I was suddenly worried about telling her I'd skipped a weeks worth of lectures for sex, well not just for sex. She'd never been the kind of mum to bother about the mundane running of my life, but I'd never been the kind of daughter who needed it.
"Hey mum, Missing you too yeah," Apparently my prime selection of wit and sarcasm had abandoned me.
I looked over and saw that my gorgeous redhead wasn't in bed with me. I stretched out my hand, the bed was cold, she'd been gone a while.
Mum continued on, I don't have a clue what she was saying.
Emily had left me a note.
Morning Naoms,
Had a lecture, sorry couldn't skip it. I'll be back for 3ish.
Don't be mad I didn't wake you before I left, you looked like you were having a good dream ;)
Love you always
Emz
I tried not to feel disappointed, I mean I only skipped a whole week of lectures for her. No Naomi don't do the jealous bit. She'll be back soon and probably more than happy to see you.
I was sprung back into the present by my mother screaming my name, oops.
"Jesus Christ, what?"
"ahh right, anyway, the reason I'm calling you is to check what time we're picking you up Saturday?"
Shit.
"erm, well to be honest mum, you don't need to worry about coming to get me."
"don't be silly love, we're more than happy to, I forced Keiran to buy a normal car, so we might make it back without the RAC this time."
"Really? Domesticating that one are we, you'll be making him brush his hair next." I couldn't not laugh. A few years ago the idea of my mum having a quasi normal boyfriend, Me being in love (with a girl no less) and everything being pretty much perfect would have been enough for me to seek a medical professional. "Anyway, what I mean is, I'm home already. I took the train last night, Our lecturers said that there was no real point us staying so I thought I'd come home on my own." White lies, which she swallowed happily.
"Aww love, fantastic, you should have called we would have come down, you have so much shit." A laughed at the loving tone my mother easily attached to her profanity.
"yeah, it was a bit of a struggle, but I managed, plus I got to surprise Emily."
"Right well I'm sure you want to settle in, but could we have dinner tomorrow night? Keiran won't shut up about your course content. I swear the crap that man gets excited about."
"yeah tomorrow sounds great, you wanna come here?"
"definitely, right, get your lazy ass out of bed, see you love, oh give my love to Emily."
I was alone again. Still disappointed. My tummy rumble made my decision for me. I climbed into an old pair of joggers and a t-shirt and left our cozy room.
As I reached the top of the stairs the front door opened. I very over eagerly ran down, assuming Emz had come home early. But instead of my fuckable yet out so adorable girlfriend I was hit but the very much larger and strongly smelling James Cook.
He was wearing a hi-vis vest and had a fag hanging out of his mouth.
A very cook smile grew over his face, and it took seconds before he pulled me into a hug.
"Naomikins, where the fuck have you been?"
"Narnia"
"You've been missed my lezza buddy."
"Don't take this the wrong way Cook, but You fucking reek"
"Yeah, I'll nip in the shower then Fag?"
"Sure."
He bounded off upstairs. I surveyed my house, still in a state from last night.
I walked into the kitchen and flipped the kettle on, grabbed a bin bag and started throwing crap away.
Not that the mess really bothered me, but it would Em.
By the time Cook reappeared most of the bottles had been located in the recycling and other rubbish tossed. It wasn't clean but it would do for now.
I made us a couple of coffees and a cheese sandwich.
The garden had changed a bit since Christmas. New flowers had been planted, it was June so they were blooming, it looked really nice. Plus there was now a brick shed that ran along the back wall.
"Garden looks amazing" Lit up a fag and passed it to me, before lighting his own.
"yeah our Emz is quite green fingered." I could see the cogs in his mind tick over, trying to make it dirtier.
"Wow, Impressed."
We sat on the patio for a while, just catching up. He told me about his job as a delivery driver. He had to start early in the mornings but he was usually done by lunch, and He had all weekend off. It seemed to suit him.
It was really comforting, he'd come along way in a year.
The night I had sorted my shit out and finally made up with Emily, Cook discovered what happened to Freddie, Following Foster and confronting him. The two of them beat the shit out of each other, Cook came out on top, and he beat Foster to within an inch of his pathetic little life.
After the sick Therapist left a letter with Freddie's Family, they called the authorities. The police found them both unconscious in Fosters House. They found Freddie to.
All the evidence pointed to cook being the victim, which is not a word often connected to the legendary James Cook, Foster's injuries attributed to self-defense. He went back to prison with a little extra tagged onto his sentence for the jail break but fortunately that was it. Spending most of his time in the prison hospital ward, recuperating, mending bone and fading bruises. Cook spent a good two weeks dipping in and out of consciousness, for a minute we weren't convinced he would even survive. But if anyone could, it would be Cook. He missed Freddie's funeral.
I Heard the front door shut. Fuck 3ish.
I excused myself. I could hear Cook Sniggering.
By the time I'd got to the hall she'd already jumped up the stairs, I looked up at her and cleared my throat. She came jumping straight back down, she was bouncy, she made me feel bouncy. Contagious excitement.
As she hit the bottom step she leapt at me. I of course in my strong and oh so stable manner caught her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist. She was so beautiful. She was wearing dark shorts and a white vest, damn she looked good.
She was smiling as she kissed me, I could feel the curve of her lips, and she made me smile. Contagious smiling.
I pushed her into the wall by the stairs, as I felt her hands run over my shoulders and around my neck, pulling me closer. She made my legs shake, and I really didn't want to drop her.
"For fuck sake we're right here!" Nothing could compare to the shrill voice of Katie Fitch. Katie's Voice is the sound equivalent of a cold shower. I took another second to compose myself, pulling away from a reluctant Emily.
"Fucking Lezza's been home five minutes and she's already molesting my sister." Katie muttered as he padded into the kitchen, Leaving Effy to smirk silently by the door.
"Back then?"
"Yup"
"Good"
And that was it. She followed Katie into the kitchen. Thankfully this left me and Emz alone in the hall.
I pulled her over into my arms. I held her there for a good minute. Allowing her to fit against me, it felt like we'd been apart for to long and she'd lost her groove. She didn't take long, she looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey"
"Hey"
"you are amazing, you know that?" Her arms settled around my neck, Mine found her waist, it took allot of effort on my part to keep them there.
"Amazing huh,"
"Thank you for last night, when I woke up I'd almost convinced myself I'd been dreaming."
"dreaming, dream about that allot do you?" I smirked. I lend over, nuzzling my face into her neck, kissing it lightly. I felt her melt a little more against me.
"you have no idea." Apparently smirking is also contagious.
"Fuck sake!" Katie bellowed from the kitchen door. I wouldn't say she was glaring at me, but it was more a semi friendly / semi aggressive stare. "I made a tea,"
Emily gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek and slid her hand into mine as be sauntered into our kitchen, which was now full of people.
I gave Eff a quick hug, I'd missed her allot. She smiled at me, but it wasn't quite real. But it was more genuine than the last one she gave me, at Christmas when I said goodbye. She was getting there, a little better everyday.
Freddie's death had murdered her, He took her life with him. At first she just stopped. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. talking. She was just a body, my friend had vacated, between her and Cook the rest of us had to pull it together.
But slowly she was waking up, over a year later and she was close to being whole again.
The five of us Cook, Effy, Katie And I sat in the kitchen talking for a while. Katie and Cook deciding my return was a moment to celebrate, therefore we had to party. I tried to look enthusiastic at the prospect of spending the night drunk with my friends, but in reality I would rather take my red head upstairs, fuck her till the sun came up and party tomorrow. Emily took that moment to run her hand from my knee to the top of my thigh, making me draw in a breath, it didn't go unnoticed, Katie rolled her eyes at me.
Effy and Katie left a little time after that, doing a beer and vodka run. Cook went to get some less than legal party supplies. Emily Promised that she would send the invite out, letting everyone know.
The house was quiet again, the moment the door clicked shut I'd pushed Emily against it. Uncontrollably running my hands over her. My lips crashed against hers with more strength than I thought I had. As my tongue entered her mouth I felt her stiffen, I pulled back a little. I must have looked concerned.
"it's ok, two minutes, k?"
She slid around me, grabbing her bag from where she'd dropped it earlier, and started up the stairs, before she was half way she turned and held out her hand. I didn't need telling twice.
I dropped onto our bed. I propped myself up on my elbows, and ran my eyes over her. She pulled out her laptop, Perching at the edge of our bed, the computer sprang to life.
"Em, Work later, Play now." I pouted.
"I'll be two minutes."
"Pfft" She swung her head round at that noise, lent down and pulled me into a deep kiss that made my stomach quiver.
She pulled back and returned to the screen, I couldn't be irritated after that.
I sat up and slid behind her, so she lent into my chest. A familiar Facebook page opened up as a looked over her shoulder, I was drawn instantly to the picture of us at new year, the same photo that's in my wallet.
I wrapped my arms round her middle and pushed my cheek across her neck and up into her hair. I breathed in her hair. It smelt like nothing else.
I continued to mold myself around, holding her tight to me.
She hadn't moved, she hadn't done anything, other than move against me.
"sorry" I backed of a little but not allot. She bit her bottom lip and smiled.
She began typing, setting her status to
Naomi's home! Party at ours, come or Katie will hurt you.
After that it took seconds for her to close the laptop and push me down on to the bed. Straddling me. As much as I love winding her up, I love it even more when she takes control. The reserved twin transforming in to my Emily, The one only I get to see. The one who loves to top me and tease me.
A short while later, Emily and I were wrapped up in each other, pushed impossibly close, limbs entwined.
We were kissing; it was soft and deep, passionate but not lustful. The last hour had taken it out of me, but I didn't want to sleep, I wanted her.
The front door slammed, I mean really slammed, like someone was angry at it. Katie subtly announcing her return.
