She slid a green bow into her red hair, bending over the sink to check her make-up in the bathroom mirror. Suddenly, she felt arms curl around her tightly, hugging her into the other person.

"Danny?"

"What the fuck? I'm your sister."

"Oh."

Emily let go of Katie, sitting on the edge of the bath in her red polka-dot dress. Katie sighed into the mirror, sweeping the wet floor with her eyes.

"Nice that you're pleased to see me, Kate."

"I thought you hated me," Katie looked at Emily's reflection in the mirror, "because I..."

"Thought I was a lezzie?" Emily glanced up to meet her twin's eyes.

Katie broke away from eye contact, looking at the floor again.

"I didn't think that you were like that."

"Yeah well, I'm not."

Katie turned around slowly and leaned back on the sink basin so she faced Emily.

"You can't just decide."

Emily stood up, biting her lip.

"I'm not gay. And it seems neither is Naomi, if you're interested."

Katie watched Emily leave the room and listened to her go down the stairs, just like the day before. Katie realised she spent more time tiptoeing round Emily and listening to her footsteps than normal. She supposed maybe this was what it felt like to be the second twin. After a few minutes, Katie walked to her bedroom and reached inside her bag searching for the box she needed. She found it, glanced at the text and realised she was going to have to go downstairs to take the pill.

Frowning, she walked into the kitchen determined not to look at Emily. She headed straight for the cupboard, grabbing a glass and filling it up at the tap quickly. Katie popped the pill she needed out of the plastic and slid the box into her pocket, hoping Emily hadn't noticed. She downed the tablet and water quickly. Out of sight, out of mind.

"You're taking the morning after pill again, aren't you?"

Katie sat down at the breakfast table opposite Emily, snatching her toast biting into it quickly. Emily gasped as her breakfast was stolen from her, but reminded herself to focus on her question.

"Well? Pill?"

"So?" Katie scowled at Emily, "It's not like I take it every day."

Emily scoffed, pulling a handful of Frosties out of the box on the table.

"Nearly. You're taking it at least once a week, Ems."

"What are you, the fucking Spanish Inquisition?"

"No...it's just Naomi said you're not meant to take it too often."

"Danny doesn't like latex, okay? It gives him a rash."

Emily giggled, smiling at Katie's embarrassed expression.

"Ooh, Danny! You know what, sometimes I think I know more about Danny than he knows his fucking self."

"It's rich coming from you."

"What?"

"You're always going on about that fucking Naomi. Naomi, Naomi, Naomi! All the fucking time! For G-d's sake, you're trying to convince yourself that you're not gay when it's certainly blatantly obvious that you just want to shag her. I can't believe it took me so long to realise."

Katie stared angrily at Emily, biting off a piece of toast violently. She watched as Emily gazed ahead sadly, blinking to stop herself from crying.

"For fuck's sake, you're behaving like some fucking victim. You always have to be the nice one, don't you? And now you're punishing me for not playing your fucking little game by turning all dyke."

"Guess what Katie?" Emily stood up, slamming her chair against the wall behind her, "Me being gay has nothing to do with you!"

Katie stood up now, walking out the kitchen door and putting her coat on.

"Will you make your mind up? You're fucking with my brain."

Katie slammed the front door behind her and set out across the road. She waited for Danny's car to come, but it didn't.

She walked to his football club and asked if he was there, but he didn't turn up there either.

So Katie decided to go somewhere completely new and see someone she knew was totally reliable. Or at least she hoped.

Twenty minutes of wandering aimlessly later, Katie rang the doorbell. Sure enough, exactly six and a half seconds later, JJ appeared.