A/N: Thursday is update day! At least it shall be from now on. I'm posting early (well for me it's like 8am) because I might just forget to post if I don't do it now.

I'm still really glad about the response I'm getting for this new story :) Thanks everyone! Keep it coming! I'm struggling a bit at the bit I'm writing at the moment so some support would be appreciated!

That being said, here's the 3rd chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins or Never Been Kissed. I just mashed the two together cause I could.

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Chapter 3

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She was late.

She checked her watch for the umpteenth time, her foot tapping against the hard tiles of the coffee shop and sighed in indignation.

15 minutes. Naomi had been waiting for her damn coffee for fifteen minutes and it still wasn't in her hands and now, because of the delay, she was late.

It was Friday morning and the blonde had a meeting with Kieran to go over her first week of infiltration at Roundview. She was supposed to meet the man at 7, only now it was already 10 minutes to and shewas nowhere closer to having her coffee as she had been when she'd first walked in the place. And that was really starting to put pressure on her already thin patience.

Okay so maybe Naomi hadn't exactly gotten up in the best of moods that morning, but the pathetically slow service in this stupid coffee joint was making it far worse. She checked her watch again and started biting her nails. The thing was that the blonde was supposed to present to her boss her ideas on her project article, even if they were flimsy, and right now she had absolutely nothing tangible to show.

When she'd left on Monday after having met Pandora, Freddie, JJ and the elusive Effy Stonem, Naomi had been sure she had stroke gold. When she'd noticed her friends' awkwardness around the College's celebrity, she'd thought for sure that there would be a story to uncover. Of course she had known then already that she wouldn't just pry it out of them in a week's time, but she had at least expected to be able to confirm that there was a story at all.

As it was, Naomi had done no such a thing. Not even close. She'd tried all week to surreptitiously bring the tall brunette into the conversation, but every time she did, her friends would skip over it quickly. The day before, she had even decided to take a more direct approach.

"Can I ask you something?" She'd asked Panda.

"Of course silly!" the blonde had assured.

"Great! What's the deal with that Stonem girl?" Naomi had just ended up saying bluntly.

"Wha- what do you mean? She's just Effy. Everyone knows her."

"Yeah, but you guys seem to know her a bit better…"

"Do we? Well that's ra-ra!" Panda had said through a laugh that just had to be fake.

Naomi had raised her eyebrow at the other blonde curiously.

"I mean I went to High School with Effy so I've known who she is longer, but I don't know her know her or anything." She mumbled.

The journalist hadn't pushed the matter further, but she felt certain that Pandora had been lying to her, which in itself was odd enough. She'd also tried to ask Freddie and JJ about Effy Stonem but hadn't gotten anything either. The first boy had become more silent than a grave as he'd shrugged her off while the other had instantly become so nervous that his speech had reached an incomprehensible speed.

So naturally, with having had no luck with that particular "story", Naomi was left with very little to present. Hence why she'd gotten up on the wrong foot.

The blonde sighed loudly again and glared at the barista. Much to her dismay though, the girl didn't seem to mind her furious glaring one iota. Naomi wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that she was dressed as a teen and therefore just looked like a brat or if it was because she had somehow lost her touch. For once in her life, Naomi really hoped she looked like a brat.

Anyhow, a few minutes later, the blonde finally did get her coffee and she rushed out of the place to get to the office as quickly as she could and possibly on time. She didn't manage to get on time, but she did successfully make it with only about 15 minutes of lateness which really wasn't that bad in retrospect.

The second she was in the office, Naomi charged into her cubicle to gather her stuff. She wanted to make this as fast as possible, but, of course, her mother had other ideas.

"Sweety you're late!" She exclaimed as she walked into Naomi's cubicle.

"I know!" Naomi groaned.

"Well you better hurry up love!"

"You don't say" the blonde said sarcastically.

"Oh don't be like that, I'm just trying to help."

"Well, you're not. Can you just piss off, I'm already late and I need to get to Kieran's-" she started before being cut off by the man in question.

"Where the hell have you been Campbell?!" He cried out as he also entered Naomi's cubicle. "I've been waiting for you for-" he continued but instantly stopped when he spotted Gina standing in the corner.

Upon seeing the older Campbell, Kieran automatically stood up straighter and brought a hand to his chest to flatten his shirt out. Not that it did anything though since his shirt was wrinkled beyond repair. He sent a very gruff looking smile to Gina and his cheeks coloured instantly when she replied with a smile of her own.

"Oh, Hello Gina" He said in an overtly polite voice.

"Hi Kieran" Gina replied almost purring with delight.

Naomi crossed her arms on her chest and repressed a shiver. Urgh, those two were so fucking gross. It was common knowledge for anyone who worked at the Post that Kieran and her mum had a thing for each other. It's not like they were exactly subtle about it either and to be fair, they had had a thing for each other for ages. Of course, both were too thick to actually do anything about it. It wasn't as if they hadn't had the occasion to make their feelings known what with all the office Christmas parties over the years where the alcohol was more than a little abundant. Regardless, nothing had ever happened between them as far as Naomi knew.

When she'd first noticed this… thing, Naomi had been a bit uncomfortable with the idea. She hadn't been sure what would happen if her boss suddenly became her stepfather and she had been a bit afraid of the prospect. It's not that she disliked the man, far from that really. She figured if anyone was to date her mother, Kieran really wasn't the worst pick. But suddenly becoming the boss's stepdaughter hadn't been something she had fancied.

Now though, she just couldn't stand the googly eyes they kept making at each other anymore. Seriously, they were both grown adults. They didn't need to act like bloody teenagers. That, mused Naomi rather bitterly, was her job right now. If, when she was with adults, she still had to deal with pathetically unresolved sexual tension and general hormonal bollocks, she would not make it out of this assignment alive.

"How are you today?" Kieran enquired still in his sickly nice voice.

"I'm very well, thank you. How are you?" Gina shot back pointedly.

Her boss was about to reply, but Naomi interrupted him.

"No!"

Both Kieran and her mum turned to look at her questioningly.

"We're not doing this now. We" She said indicating herself and Kieran. "Have a meeting to get to and you" She pointed to her mother. "Have work to do! Or at least I think you do! Seriously woman, with the amount of time you waste in my cubicle I'm beginning to think they just keep you around for general entertainment!"

"Now Naomi I don't think that's very fair to-" Kieran defended but cut himself off as Naomi shot him a death glare. "I'll be waiting for you in my office" he finally concluded before walking away.

Once she was left with her mother, Naomi finished gathering her stuff and turned to face the decidedly unimpressed older woman.

"Would it kill you to be nicer?" The older Campbell asked.

"Probably"

"You can be so aggravating love" her mother complained with an eye roll.

"Well it's your damn fault. You raised me remember?" Naomi said with an amused smirk.

"Cheeky" Gina conceded with a smile before walking to her daughter and kissing her cheek.

"You should ask him out" The younger blonde said.

"You've told me that before."

"Well just do it already!"

"Says the daughter who's never brought anyone home"

"Oh please mother, you know really well I would never bring anyone home to meet you! I'd be far too embarrassed!"

"I can never win with you, can I?" Gina chuckled while shaking her head.

"Apparently not" Naomi smirked. "Look mum, I really have to go."

The younger blonde kissed her mother's cheek before taking a step towards her boss's office.

"But seriously Naomi, everyone needs a bit of love. I hate to see you so lonely" Gina said to her back.

"I'm fine mum, don't worry okay?" Naomi replied feeling her body tense. She hated when her mother tried to get inside her head.

"I worry anyway. It's a mother's prerogative I'm afraid."

"Right. Well… try not to. Anyway, as I said, I've got to go. I'll see you tonight, yeah?"

"Yes. Good luck with your meeting sweetheart. I love you" Gina said as Naomi started walking away.

"Love you too" She shot back quickly before walking straight to Kieran's office.

When she walked in the room, the older man signalled her to close the door. She did as requested and stood in front of her boss's desk. Naomi placed her stuff on the surface and waited a few moments for Kieran to say something. When he didn't, she sat down in the chair in front of him and continued to wait. When he still didn't say anything but continued to stare at her, the blonde got annoyed.

"What!? For fuck's sake Kieran stop staring at me and get this meeting started already!"

"Don't be so grumpy lassie, I'm just a bit disappointed is all" he said.

"Oh… Look I'm really sorry about being late! The stupid barista at-" She started but was soon cut off.

"Oh it's not that"

"What is it then?"

"It's just your clothes" the older man admitted.

"What about them?" Naomi asked looking down at herself self-consciously.

It's not like she had the greatest outfit or anything, but she had thought she looked quite fit this morning when she had put it on. She'd manage to find a pair of raspberry jeans in her closet and had decided to wear it with a loose long sleeve grey top, a pair of black keds and, finally, a black jacket for the slightly chilly weather.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" She asked.

"It's just… I expected it to have a bit more of a Grange Hill look is all" he concluded and if the shit eating grin he wore as he said it was anything to go by, Naomi just knew he had said this just to piss her off.

And of course, it totally worked.

"Oh go fuck yourself Kieran" She snapped as the man started laughing loudly.

"I swear I had it all imagined! The blazer and the ties would fit you marvellously" he continued.

"Now you're just being inappropriate" she pointed out.

And of course that didn't stop him from continuing to laugh. Naomi waited for the older man to get over his own joke- and really, how lame was that; laughing so hard at your own jokes? When the man just kept chuckling though, she lost her patience. She checked her watch before snapping.

"Look Kieran, I've got class at 8h30 and it's already 7h30, so if you're just gonna laugh, you're wasting my time."

The Irish man considerably sobered up after that and gave the blonde a last smirk before saying:

"You're quite right lassie. Now, we have to find out if you'll be wasting my time. What have you got?"

Suddenly, Naomi wished she hadn't been so short with her boss. She squirmed in her seat for a few seconds, knitting her hands together in nervousness. She reached for the notebook she had brought along and flipped the pages to find her notes. Of course, there was absolutely nothing helpful in there since she had nothing, but at least it gave her a more serious look. The blonde didn't say anything and just stared at the small scribbles on the page.

"So?" Kieran pushed. "What have you got?"

"Well hum…" Naomi started slowly. "I euh…"

She was stumbling on her words and she knew it. Soon enough, Kieran would figure she was just stalling. She really needed to speak.

"Well there's a big problem with the cafeteria!" She finally announced proudly.

Kieran's eyebrows just shot all the way up.

"No, like, really!" Naomi pressed. "There is basically no vegetarian menu and the menu there is doesn't even look edible! Teenagers are being fed crap!"

The older man's eyebrows had not gone back to normal during the blonde's explanation and Naomi knew he hadn't been convinced. To be fair, she wasn't convinced either. Really, she was trying to find any plausible idea or concept for the assignment and teen malnutrition had seemed like a good place to start. If Kieran's quickly reddening face was any indicator though, she definitely hadn't found a good enough topic.

Thinking fast, Naomi tried to review the instructions her boss had given her the week prior and that's when it struck her. Shit. She'd forgotten about the bloody feelings.

"You're probably wondering where the emotion comes in all of this" She quickly added. "Well it's a real concern because… hum… because…. Oh! Because of the media and how teenage girls are pressured to look a certain way! Yet the school does nothing and only provides them with gross food! So they're nearly forced to starve to attain the beauty standards of society! No listen!" She said even more quickly when Kieran's face had reached what seemed to be his reddest. "It's a real problem and it's hurting a lot of teens and-"

But she never got to finish as Kieran just lost it.

"For the love of God Naomi Stop!"

And of course, the blonde diligently obliged.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked incredulous.

"Hum… My assignment proposal?" she replied unconvinced.

"Like fuck it is! If you think it's horse shite, how do you think our readers will feel about it?"

"Well… It's an important issue."

"Bollocks Naomi! I mean, yes, it is, but it's not for that type of journalism that we sent you back to College!"

"Well you wanted feelings! This has plenty of feelings doesn't it? Teenage girls are really suffering" Naomi tried to defend, because she'd always been too stubborn to admit defeat.

"Oh for Christ's sake! You know this proposal is as ridiculous as the claims that One Direction are the new Beatles" Kieran thundered.

When Naomi just shut down and stared at her fingers, the older man immediately seemed to calm down.

"Look, if you've got nothing, just say so, don't feed me with crap" he explained.

"I… I'm sorry."

"No harm done, so, you've got nothing then?"

"Not at the moment" Naomi admitted.

"Have you made contact with a group?"

"Yeah I have, but they're a bit weird… I mean… The girl has issues with her mum?" The blonde tried to offer.

"What kind of issues?" Kieran asked curiously.

"Hum… Apparently her mum is a bit overbearing"

"Not good enough to make a story" Kieran confirmed as Naomi nodded. "Anything else?"

"Not really… she seems a bit odd. She spent a good twenty minutes the other day telling us this story about how she thinks she saw a leprechaun in her garden. I reckon she thinks it's her new secret best mate or something…"

"Now she sounds positively lovely!" Kieran quipped, clearly amused.

The blonde shook her head at that. She wasn't quite sure why she wasn't mentioning Effy, but she just didn't want to. Maybe it was because she didn't want to get Kieran's hopes up if it turned out she couldn't get the story or if it turned out there was no story to begin with.

"Well I guess it is your first week..." Kieran conceded. "But I'm telling you Naomi, if you've got nothing next week, we'll be in trouble. Or actually, you'll be in trouble."

"I know" she mumbled.

"Get it together Campbell! I know you can do this! Just play nice with the kiddies and squeeze the juice out of them"

"I'm not sure I like your analogy" Naomi said crinkling her nose.

Kieran just ignored her and shuffled through his papers.

"Look, I'm giving you a break now, but if you've got nothing next week, we'll have to have words" He warned. "What class are you up for this morning?"

And now Naomi really sported a disgusted face.

"Fucking sculpture" she snapped as her boss laughed loudly.

"Ah here's my good mood suddenly coming back" he quipped. "I knew I signed you up for that for a reason."

"Yeah, because you're a fucking old wanker is the reason."

"Most definitely" her boss confirmed. "Now go find your inner-self through the intricacies of clay modelling."

"I fucking hate you so much right now" Naomi whined, getting up and gathering her stuff once again.

"You'll thank me one day!"

"I very much doubt that" The blonde said as she was opening the door to leave.

Just before she had gone too far though, Kieran called her back.

"Oh and Naomi!" he said and she turned around to look at him. "Before you go, I just wanted to say that if any of the cool kids offer you drugs, remember, just say no. Don't be like Zammo"

And Naomi flipped him off before walking right out under the thunderous laughter of her boss. Kieran really did love his own jokes a bit too much.

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It was barely 10 past 8 when Naomi got to Roundview after her meeting. She parked her car a fair distance away from the main entrance since she didn't want anyone to see her arrive in it. It was, after all, a bit too expensive for a 17 year-old to afford and she definitely didn't want people to think she was a spoiled kid. It's not like she minded walking anyway and the weather was nice enough. A bit grey, if anything, but at least it wasn't raining.

The blonde made her way to the school grounds, walking on the edge of the staff car park. She checked her watch and decided that she still had plenty of time for a cigarette before she had to attend her stupid sculpture class. And really, if Naomi was to be expected to attend such a pointless class, she needed her levels of nicotine to be as high as possible. So she leaned her back on a nearby tree and pulled out her fags from her jacket's pocket.

In no time at all, she had lit one up and was taking a very slow and very satisfying drag. She felt the smoke invade her throat and burn her lungs almost immediately, but held it in as long as she could before slowly letting it out. She took another drag and closed her eyes. Already, she could feel the calming effect of the nicotine as it worked its way into her blood stream. Naomi wasn't psychic by any means, but she just had this feeling that there would be nothing remotely fun or nice about her art class and she needed as much calming beforehand as she could get. Her suspicions were probably due to the fact that Naomi knew she was as artistic as a demolition truck.

The blonde was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of a motorcycle. She snapped her eyes open and immediately spotted the owner of that noise; a street model that was an equal mix of plastic and metal. To say that the motorcycle making its way into the car park was beautiful would have been an understatement. Naomi felt her eyes widen at the sight of the black engine with golden and silver piping as it swerved gracefully around the parked cars. It's not that the blonde had a thing for motorcycles per se, but it had to be admitted that there was something awfully sexy about the roar of those machines and the refinement with which they moved.

The motorcycle came to a stop and its owner swiftly jumped down from it. For the first time, Naomi's attention was brought to the rider and just by the shape of the person, she could easily tell it was a woman. The blonde felt her stomach churn happily. If motorcycles themselves had a sexy vibe, it was nothing compared the women who rode them. And really, Naomi had to admit that, even if she couldn't see the face of that one woman in that instant, the way her leather jacket was clinging to her torso was enough to make her look particularly good.

By that point, Naomi was full on staring. It's not like the motorcyclist had noticed anyway, so the blonde brought her fag to her lips shakily, took a slow drag and kept staring. But then the woman took her bright red helmet off and Naomi instantly recognized the soft features and stupidly perfect button nose of her English teacher, Miss Fitch… or Emily.

When the brunette turned around and caught Naomi's eye, the blonde swiftly turned away again, her cheeks burning under the embarrassment. She closed her eyes and cursed under her breath. Being caught perving on her teacher was definitely not something she had wanted to happen. Of course, it was only because of the motorcycle and absolutely not because of Miss Fitch, Naomi told herself.

"You know you're not allowed to smoke on the school grounds" An amused voice cut her musing.

Naomi snapped her head towards the voice quickly and blushed bright red again when she saw that Miss Fitch had walked over to her.

"Hum... I hum..." She tried but was annoyingly tongue-tied.

Jesus! What was it with that woman that made it so hard for Naomi to talk?

"I'm only teasing, I'm not going to put you in detention or anything" the brunette assured.

"Oh..." Naomi eloquently replied realizing that she could get detention. "Well that's good"

Miss Fitch smiled brightly at her and nodded. Her leather jacket was open now and the blonde could see a loose royal blue shirt underneath. The other woman also had her helmet dangling from her hand and black motorcycle boots on her feet. Naomi gulped slowly as she took in all of her English teacher. She didn't look quite as small and delicate anymore, but decidedly more badass. It wasn't a bad look for her at all, Naomi decided.

"Nice ride" The blonde said pointing at the motorcycle and feeling ridiculously relieved to have regained some of her speech abilities.

"Thanks" Miss Fitch replied, her soft smile turning into a huge grin.

"Not very teacher-ish though" Naomi added playfully.

Miss Fitch laughed loudly to that.

"I used to drive a scooter when I attended College myself, but I decided to switch to motorcycles when I grew up. Teacher or not, I bloody love those things" She explained.

"Scooters seem to fit you more size wise mind" The blonde continued and she felt herself freeze a little.

She'd forgotten for a moment that she was supposed to be much younger than the other woman as well as her freaking student. She cringed a bit at her comment. Thankfully though, the brunette didn't seem to be offended.

"Oi! No making fun of your teacher's height!" She quipped. "I do grade your papers you know? You should be careful"

"That is true. I've very so sorry Miss Fitch" Naomi replied with a sarcastically sweet voice.

The other woman rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Please don't call me Miss Fitch. It makes me feel a hundred and three" she elaborated.

"Right... So Emily then?"

"Yes please"

"Right… Emily" Naomi repeated before pausing.

She didn't know what else to add and, admittedly, she was a bit caught in her teacher's gaze at the moment. The petite woman really had amazingly beautiful eyes. She gulped for what felt like the hundredth time since the brunette had arrived and cleared her throat.

"Well…" She started unsurely. "I wouldn't have pegged you for the bike type, but it really is a lovely motorcycle."

"Thanks!" Emily smiled softly again, finally breaking their staring contest to look at the engine for a second. "I love it something fierce so I try to ride it as often as I can before I get too old and my back decides I need to drive scooters again"

"Too old? Please, you've got ages ahead of you, you're not old at all" Naomi scoffed, realizing only after the words had left her mouth that, actually, Emily probably did look old in the eyes of seventeen year-old.

She restrained herself from closing her eyes in frustration. She really was awfully bad at this "pretending to be a teenager" business. Especially in Emily Fitch's presence.

"I... I mean! You just… well you can't be over thirty, can you? And that's not old… well, it is, but like… not hum… ancient… right?" She quickly tried to cover up.

The blonde breathed a sigh of relief when Emily just started giggling at her rambling. Good. It would be much easier to have her teacher think she was plain odd than have her realize she wasn't seventeen at all.

"Thank you I guess" Emily said with a smirk. "Was that supposed to be positive? Old, but not ancient?"

"I'm almost certain I intended it as a positive thing yes" Naomi nodded, feeling her cheeks blush a little. "How old are you anyway?" She couldn't help but ask.

She knew it was none of her business, knew that it was probably not something a student should ask their teacher, but, to be honest, she was dying to know. Emily smiled softly at her.

"I'm twenty-seven"

"Really!? Me t-" Naomi started enthusiastically before remembering herself. "I mean, wow, that's ten years older" She finished lamely.

"Ouch" Emily said through a chuckle. "Thanks for making me feel old"

"No problem" The blonde shot back smartly.

Emily shook her head slowly before looking at her watch.

"Well I've got to go. Got a class to teach in a bit and I need to change" She announced.

"Oh… alright… well hum… We've got English later yeah? So I guess I'll see you then"

"Indeed. What do you have this morning?" the teacher enquired.

"Sculpture" Naomi said wrinkling her nose and she was surprised when Emily laughed loudly.

"Oh God, good luck with that" she teased.

"Why do I need luck?" the blonde asked worriedly.

"Oh nothing big… the teacher's just a bit of a handful" Emily mused. "Anyway, I really must be going. It was nice to talk to you, see you in class"

Naomi nodded and bid goodbye to the brunette begrudgingly. Maybe it was because they were the same age, but the blonde found it really easy to chat with the teacher. It was a bit of a relief after spending the week with kids and spending the morning with Kieran and her mom who often were even worst. She lit herself another fag and finished it quickly before she checked her watch and realised she had to get going as well. She groaned and dragged her feet to the entrance. As much as she didn't want to go, she didn't have much of a choice.

A few minutes later, Naomi was crossing the threshold of her art class and taking a seat at one of the tables. She set her bag at her side on the floor and rested her elbow on the wooden surface. She barely had time to space out before a boy slid in the seat next to her and gave her a huge, but creepy, smile.

"Helloooo" the boy said his head held high.

The blonde didn't even answer, but just looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Do you have any raisins?" the boy asked.

"Huh… no" Naomi replied slightly confused.

"How about a date then?" he finished with a proud expression.

Naomi burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, I haven't heard such a shit chat up line since I was in College" she started. "Hum… I mean since I switched College" she amended.

She really needed to stop blurting these things out.

"So… Is that a yes then?"

"Oh it's definitely a no" Naomi corrected.

"What the fuck? Have you looked at me?" The boy pressed, clearly insulted.

The blonde gave him a quick once over and she had to admit, he was pretty fit, probably had never been turned down before either, but he was clearly an idiot and freaking seventeen. Naomi really just wasn't interested in him… at all.

"I'm sorry mate, it's just not a goer" she tried to explain diplomatically.

"Oh I get it. You're either one of those prude girls or a lezzer aren't you? Oh yeah, I bet you're the muff munching type" He sneered.

Naomi rolled her eyes at his feeble attempt to intimidate her. It probably would have worked if she had indeed been seventeen, but at twenty-seven years old, the blonde had long ago stopped caring about these sorts of taunts. Besides, the boy was just saying anything not to show that he had been completely shut down and, really, he was just a stupid kid.

"You know, being with a real man could straighten you up" he said in what he probably thought was a sexy voice.

Naomi cringed and was about to reply, when Freddie arrived next to her and interrupted.

"Oi Doyle!" He snapped. "She's not interested, get the fucking message, yeah? Fuck off"

"Problem McClair? Am I stepping on your territory? And here I was thinking you were still pinning after Effy Stonem. Finally realised she doesn't want shit to do with you mate?" the boy replied, pushing his chest out.

"Fuck off" Freddie articulated slowly.

"Well good luck with her" Doyle said pointing his chin at Naomi. "When you're not trying to tap a girl who's clearly out of your league, you're trying it on with a lesbian. That's a bit pathetic, innit?"

Freddie made a step towards the other boy, his fist raised, but Naomi quickly stood up and grabbed his arm. She didn't want him to get in trouble because of her. Luckily though, the teacher walked in right at that moment and immediately interfered.

"What's going on here?" a sharp voice interrupted.

Naomi turned around and did a double take when she set her gaze on the woman that was standing in front of the room, an angry expression on her face and her fists on her hips. The blonde felt her jaw drop in surprise as she took in a familiar pair of brown eyes and a familiar button nose. Was that… was that Emily?

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Is it? ;) So this is that. So what did you like? What made you laugh? What didn't? This is still very new territory to me, comedy I mean, and I know I've got like... Myrtle the best Beta ever (Although she thinks I'm the cocky twat in our dynamic duo, you may want to tone down how much you love her, she's got enough of a big head as it is), but I'd still like to hear it from you!

This is it for now ;) Lots of love and cyber hugs

MM