Hey! The feedback for this story was great! Everyone loves Naomily right? :P
I'm quite busy at the mo but I eventually got this done and I hope it was worth the wait! Please enjoy.
"Nai, turn it up, this is a fucking tune!" Freddie bounces up and down even more energetically than he was before, his lanky legs stuck together as he moves making him resemble something like a pogo stick. Naomi comes back from pouring herself another generous glass of red wine from the pile of boxes still in the corner that is their make-shift bar for the night, there were only a few full bottles left standing unceremoniously on top of their boxed belongings.
"Alright keep your vagina on, I'm doing it" she quips, swaying drunkenly towards the iPod dock and increasing it's volume. Figures out that she's very drunk now as the world seems to spin before her eyes, however she decides she doesn't care and joins Freddie, starts bopping her head along with him but moves her arms and legs more freely, sporadically around the empty shop space. The tempo of the song increases as it hits a chorus and Naomi is surprised she noticed the change she was that drunk, even so she ups the energy in her movements to the song, dancing a bit faster trying to catch up. The new-found vigor in her flailing arms however only serves to make her spill wine all over herself and for Freddie to laugh manically in her face,
"Hahaha! You're soooo mashed!" he howls and points an accusing digit at the blonde.
"Fuck off Tosser. Don't care. I'm a grown-up. In my grown-up shop" she gestures, flinging her arms to the side and twirling unsteadily, motioning to the space around them that they now own. She doesn't notice that she spills yet more wine everywhere. She continues, slurring impressively, eyebrow raised,
"I can do whatever the fuck I like!" she says loudly, wanting to be heard over the music.
Her t-shirt feels wet and sticky, doesn't like the uncomfortable way it clings to her body. She concludes that she will feel much better if it were gone, so she bends down to put her half empty glass on the floor and then straightens up, pulling the t-shirt up and over her head, flinging it anywhere so she's standing in nothing but jean-shorts and a royal blue bra.
Freddie notices and claps his hands together energetically,
"Weeeyyy! Get yer tits out for the lads!" he sings jokingly. He's seen it all before, even though they've never slept together, they're too close friends and she's not his type.
That and Naomi's well gay.
Naomi picks up her wine glass and gives Freddie a look of mock disgust, she knows he's joking, being ironic even because apart from herself, Freddie is the biggest feminist she knows. Despite her knowing full well he was joking, her inebriated state thinks it's only fair that got his "tits" out too, so she hurls the liquid from her glass straight at Freddie's chest and laughs like a villain at look on his face.
"Aww what? You're so evil!" he's grinning however, and takes his drenched shirt off too, "Woo naked party!" he howls spinning his shirt above his head. Naomi is laughing hard with him, clutching her sides and they continue to dance the night away, occasionally spilling wine on each other, on purpose or otherwise, just enjoying the freeness, no rules here. She can't remember the last time she had this much fun, not that I'll remember it much in the morning she notes dryly.
A little while later Naomi and Freddie are outside at the front of the shop, Freddie had brought and armchair out earlier and was now sprawled languidly in it, smoking a small joint, sometimes passing it to Naomi who was lying on her back on the wall, now drinking wine straight from the bottle.
It was in this moment of peace, when she was gazing at the night sky, finding a single small bright star rarely seen in the ruddy London canvas that she was reminded of an equally stunning beauty she discovered today in similarly murky circumstances.
She lets out a long sigh, feeling deflated again. She'd forgotten about her ordeal as soon as they'd started celebrating. But now thoughts of the beautiful red-head, with a fantastic body, are niggling away at her insides. She thinks she might die if she doesn't vocalize all her worries, hopes and theories.
"I met a Panda today", she slurs, trying very hard to sound coherent,
Freddie frowns and tries to figure out her meaning, but comes up short, decides to just ask, probably quicker this way,
"What are you on about?"
"She works in an offy down the road, proper loopy Bird, but friendly." She says simply, not realizing to complete lack of sense she's making to her friend.
"Right." Freddie gives up trying to interpret her words, but makes a mental note to not let her smoke anymore tonight.
Naomi bites her bottom lip, struggling with the decision to continue with her story, whether or not she should mention to Freddie the beautiful red-head, or how she made her heart beat a thousand times a second and that her gorgeous brown eyes have been scorched into the back of hers.
"There was…" she clears her throat, decides what to say, "There was also this really fucking fit girl, Freds." Actually Freddie, she's the most magnificent creature I've ever seen and makes me act like a complete dildo.
"Yeah? What's her name? What does she look like?" he asks, sitting up from his slouched position in the chair, eager to hear what Naomi has to say,
"I didn't get her name, she wasn't there long and I didn't really speak to her." She omits the highly embarrassing "conversation" she had with the girl, couldn't be arsed with Freddie taking the piss out of her.
"But she had this hair-"
She is cut off by the sound of two young women clicking with their high heels along the pavement across the road from them, giggling loudly and quite under the influence.
Naomi sits up to have a look; her natural and innocent curiosity peeked. The girl on the right, closest to the road is tall and thin, Naomi thinks her dress is far too short but she looks like a rock chick anyway, all heavy jewelry and heavy eyeliner, she thinks it suits her. The girl has her arm linked with another that she can't see yet. She cranes her neck and takes a swig from her bottle.
"Hey ladies! Care to join the naked party!" she hears Freddie call from beside her, who is standing now with his arms wide and then pointing back and forth between himself and the blonde. Oh yeah, I'm still shirtless. Ah well she mentally shrugs.
The girls giggle harder but are already slowing down to loiter in front of what appears to be their shop, they're trying to find keys in their bags but they turn around and the other girl steps out to the side of her friend to look at who propositioned them.
And that's when Naomi's stomach falls out of her and flops down the drain.
It's her!
She watches, still as a statue as the red-head stops all of a sudden and seems to sway too much and grabs on to the tall girls' slim arm, steadying herself. She's looking back at Naomi, an un-readable expression on her face. It all seems very quiet now and she can barely hear the taller girl mutter something to her friend, enquiry in her tone.
The red-head doesn't break her gaze with Naomi for what seems like an eternity, but she finally snaps out of it and looks a little lost. She hurriedly turns around and opens her front door with vigor, leaving the door wide open for her friend, Naomi can see into the house now and watches the red-head bolt up her stairs, thinks she hears a distant slamming of a door.
The girl who is still outside stares at Naomi, a small challenging smirk on her lips. She then turns her attention to Freddie who seems to have lost all drunken bravado and is as quiet as a mouse, his mouth hanging open. A look of awe.
The tall girl chuckles maybe deviously and saunters into her building, closing the door with one last look at them both.
"Woah." Freddie states at last, and slumps back into his chair, scratching his chin.
Naomi says nothing for the moment. She's still a bit dumbstruck that she saw the girl again at all, never-mind that she lives across the road from her.
"Dibs on the tall brunette Naoms" he chuckles. She's brought back to reality, her racing thoughts melt away, decides to join in on the fun. "I dunno Freds, they looked a little close to each other if you get my drift" she teases. God I hope the Red-Head's gay!
"Oh man, I can't decide if that would be the best thing or the worst thing in the world. If I, Freddie McClair lived on the same street as three gorgeous lesbians, getting to witness the friendliness, but then being around two gorgeous girls I can't get friendly with, leaving you with all the fun." He shakes his head chuckling.
"Well I guess we'll both have to see won't we." She offers. She smiles at him cheekily, she grabs the spliff off him before he has time to protest and takes a long drag, blowing the smoke in his face, "C'mon, boring Twat, we're still celebrating!" She gives it him back and heads inside.
She's back two seconds later with more wine and carrying a large white plastic sheet, she throws it to the floor spreading it out quick as a flash and Freddie's can't help but let out a groan of exasperation.
"You brought fucking Twister with you? I thought I got rid of that bloody thing in 3rd year!"
"Nope I rescued it!" she announces gleefully but quickly starts to scold Freddie, "You should have thought about burning it or something instead of simply shoving it in a recycling bin where any idiot could have found it!"
"That idiot being you then?" he retorted good naturedly.
"Har fucking har Tosser, you're fucking playing this with me for that" she threatens and Freddie has no choice but to comply.
To say they played a drunken game of Twister until the sun came up and the birds sang would be an understatement. They played and rolled around like idiots until the booze and spliff ran out. High on life and various other stimulants, Naomi returned to lying on her wall, Freddie his chair and they only stopped laughing and reminiscing about the funny things they'd got up to together when they physically couldn't stay awake anymore.
A young red-haired woman is sitting on her front steps with a freshly brewed coffee cradled in her hands. She is staring across the street at a scene that she thinks is probably inappropriate at 9am on a Saturday on a busy London shopping street. But she thinks it is also incredibly funny, and cute.
She's watching a beautiful, lithe blonde woman sleeping half naked on a wall across the street from where she lives. She notices her limbs are arranged perfectly to show off how stunning she is, she's hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest and how it somehow makes her feel peaceful. She knows she feels something around the blonde, but only now, when she isn't so close to her, when she can watch her freely does she feel calm.
She continues to watch her like she's watching her favourite TV show, there are no implications or consequences of her interest in the girl right now because the blonde doesn't know she's there. The red head feels It's sort of just them right now, like they are together but it's nice because no one can spoil the feelings she gets from looking at her because they haven't tainted anything with a proper introduction or meeting. No one has spoiled it yet by getting to know them, for now they have their connection, that the red-head hopes the blonde feels too.
On the one hand the red-head feels safe for not knowing the blonde yet, but there's a powerful rising urge to get to know her, to want to know everything about her. The red-head is very aware of this desire and knows they will likely end up meeting each other properly, probably becoming friends, but she wants to hold onto this untainted idea of her for a little while longer.
So she does, and she continues to watch her from her front steps.
After a while and a disgusting cup of coffee later, Effy never buys the right stuff! The red-head decides it's not very neighbourly to continue to allow appalled people to walk past the blonde on the wall with disgusting words and looks ejecting from them. It wouldn't be great start for business she notes and crosses the road towards to sleeping beauty to introduce herself at last and be ready for whatever disappointments people usually give her.
When she is about a foot away from her she chastises herself for thinking it was a good idea, especially now, as when she's this close she can see every erotic detail of the blonde's upper body. Her delicately toned stomach, the curve of her ribs and hip, the fullness of her breasts and smoothness of her skin. Oh god and now you're going to have to touch that skin if you want to wake her up from her wine coma…
Naomi does indeed look dead to the world, rosy lips slightly parted, soft breaths coming out, her head turned to the side exposing her pale neck. The red-head slowly reaches a hand out in an attempt to shake her shoulder to wake her up. She contemplates kicking her foot or something lower down, but she sighs, steeling herself and roughly grabs the blondes shoulder shaking it to wake her up. Probably should have been gentler but fuck knows if I'd been able to stop.
Naomi wakes up too suddenly and upon seeing the red-head of her dreams standing above her feet away, the shock sends her body flipping and rolling off the wall with a scream and onto concrete of the outside of their shop.
The red-head watches mortified, and peers over the wall calling, "Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
Naomi is far too dignified to remain on the floor after a fall that spectacular, especially seeing as a cute red-head sounds desperate to see that she didn't in-fact really fucking hurt your knee. She pops up from behind the wall a split second after she feel as says brightly, "Yeah I'm fine, don't worry!" She leans against the wall, disguising her use of only one leg to hold her upright, her other leg not up for the task just yet.
The red-head looks relieved but blushes all the same. Naomi decides to ease her distress, "Well that was embarrassing…again!" Balls, she probably doesn't remember me.
"Don't be silly, it was my fault! I thought I'd wake you, people can get quite abusive around here!" She looks at the blonde obviously, pointing out she nearly-nakedness and the wine bottles scattered everywhere, and finally Freddie asleep on the chair with his mouth hanging wide open, with the Twister sheet wrapped around him like a blanket.
"Oh shit, yeah, thanks." It was Naomi's turn to blush, looking at the state she and Freddie were in.
The red-head thinks that it's adorable, hopes she doesn't think she disapproves massively. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, you're so beautiful.
"Heavy night then?" the red-head continues. Naomi doesn't know whether to grin like an idiot or dismiss her politely out of nervousness, She's talking to me, we're having a conversation! Argh!
She reckons she's probably a bit drunk still, which would account for her confidence right now when she replies jovially and opens up the possibility for more time talking to the girl.
"Yeah we were celebrating our move here, we're starting a business, it's a selling books and coffee kinda thing". She motions behind her to the shop, Starbooks still written in the dirt.
"Sounds cool, Effy and I own a shop too, across from you, there" she turns and points to the house Naomi saw them go into last night, only now she's sober enough (ish) and it's light enough to read.
Through the Looking Glass.
Naomi can see mannequins in the window dressed in clothing from different eras. She also sees the brunette from last night helping a customer. Must be Effy.
"It's a vintage clothing shop" Emily states when she sees Naomi looking.
"It looks lovely" Naomi says truthfully, thinking when would be an appropriate interval after this meeting to have a browse, maybe bump into her again…
"You should pop in some time, perhaps help you find –" she coughs pointedly and looks Naomi up and down "-anything to wear?" she finishes cheekily with a wink.
Naomi blushes spectacularly and folds her arms across her chest, which only served to make Emily blush again, and look away, biting her lip but smiling.
"Yeah thanks, I will. I do own clothes, promise" she laughs and makes Emily join in. Wow, her laugh is amazing. She wants to make Emily laugh again but she also wants to play it cool, even after falling off a wall half naked still holding onto an empty wine bottle. Christ, I'm a catch.
After the red-heads laughter dies down, she seems to remember something, "I'm Emily by the way." She holds her hand out for the blonde to take, ready for the spark, decides to watch her face to see if she feels it too.
The blondes heart flutters and her eyes nearly close, Emily. So perfect.
She clears her throat, "Hello Emily, I'm Naomi." She says slowly and deliberately, testing it out. She then meets her hand with her own and feels her skin buzz all the way up her arm.
They both smile at each other for longer than necessary and the mood shifts to slightly awkward. Naomi tries to rectify it straight away, but Emily beats her,
"Well I should get back to the shop, help Effy 'n that…" she trails off and looks like she's struggling with what to say next, "but welcome to the neighborhood, can't wait to see your shop when its done!" she smiles again taking a couple of steps back.
"Thanks very much Emily, see you later" Naomi smiles and looks down at her shoes, trying to hide her red face again. She's called Emily and she's beautiful and she's friendly and she's cool, she lists in her head almost childishly.
She looks up slightly to see Emily walk away smiling with a small wave and a simple "bye!"
Naomi turns her body around to hide her stupid grin and release a breath she hadn't realized she been holding for so long. She feels positively ecstatic.
She kicks Freddie awake and laughs at his monstrous grumbling.
"C'mon lay about! I'm off to get dressed and when I get back we're cleaning this shit hole and getting ship-shape for business!" She says impossibly cheerily.
Freddie looks at her with jealousy and confusion, then buries his head in his hands taking deep comforting breaths whilst croaking, "Ugghh why aren't you dieing like me?"
Naomi holds her head up high, "I'm just not is all!" beaming while she skips inside to put some clothes on, unconsciously deciding longer than usual on what to wear today.
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