Wow. Thanks so much for your reviews guys. I'm stoked that people are actually liking this. You guys are amazing. I do however want to apologize for the length of this one. It's a tad short. Okay, it's short. But there should be one thing to keep you guys happy. Or piss you off? haha IDK. Gosh. Enough rambling. ON with the show...


Naomi

Monday continued...

I've got to give it to Christina. The shop she took me to was ace. Had a lot of great stuff that I ticked up on my card. A couple of loose cardis. A few blazers. I even picked out a dress; on the account the Christina had said that we'd be dining out sometime this week. I don't know what got into me. I hate shopping. I whine every time Effy manages to drag me to town. But there I was, buying up a fucking storm.

"Did you bring bathers?" Ryan, whose hand is still clutching mine as we walk down the street, smiles up at me.

I screw my nose up a bit, "I think so. Why is that?" I ask him as we walk hand in hand.

He starts to skip again, yanking my arm a little every time he does. It's kind of annoying, but he's too cute to get mad with. I really didn't know these kids as much as I thought I did. Mind you, I only met them once. And they were younger then. So was I. Guess I've grown a bit.

"Cause I wanna go to the beach. Will you take me?" Shit. Why is this kid so cute? Mind you he is related to me. It's in our genes. Just kidding.

I want to say no. I don't really want to be responsible for a five year old at the beach. What if he drowns? I can't swim. Well I can, sort of. Not really. I'm quite uncoordinated to be honest. But I do have a great right hook, so Cook often tells me.

But Ryan has learnt how to suck me in, with that cute little smile, and his little dimples, and bright blue eyes. "Will see." I say with a smile. But he drops his head, and pouts. What the hell?

"Daddy always says that. That means no." His voice is strained, like he's trying to hold back tears or something. God, my stomach drops at this. Why? What the hell has this kid done to me? In less than a day, he's got me feeling guilty. Christ.

I bend down, and catch him at eye level. He lifts up his head, knowing that I'm waiting for him to look at me. "I'm not Daddy. I promise I'll take you one day. Deal?" In an instant his little face lights up, and excited is an understatement for this kid.

"Deal." He smiles, and I return back to his side, and he grabs my hand again. The awkwardness of his innocent touch is gone. All I feel is warmth. This is weird. Way fucking weird.

We near the bookstore. And again, that eerie feeling returns. I look up to the sign. Richardson's Books.

"You want to take a look inside, Love?" I hear Christina ask me from behind. She must've noticed my sudden interest in this place.

It's creeping me out how much I'm attracted to this place. I turn back to her, and she nods at the store. "It's okay. You go take a look, and I'll take the little ones for ice cream." She reassures me. As soon as Ryan hears ice cream, he lets go of my hand in a flash. And here I was thinking we had something special? Can't blame the kid for loving ice cream though. Licking it and what not? Oh God. I just turned ice cream into something sexual. Fuck sake Naomi.

Christina and the kids disappear into the ice cream parlour, and yet I stand completely still. Looking up at the sign. Why am I so apprehensive about this place? It's just a bookstore right? What harm is in that?

I take a step in, and the bell goes off, rather loudly. Startling the fuck out of me. Jesus Naomi, get a grip. I look around, as if I'm looking for something?

"Can I help you there?" I turn to find a girl, a couple years older than me. With curly brown locks, and green eyes.

"I uh…" Think you fucker. Bookstore. Books. Books! "I'm looking for a book."

The weird look on her face disappears, and she nods with a smile. "Which book would that be?" She asks. Fuck.

Think. Think. Think. I look around for something. I spot the romance section. "The Last Song." What! You chose that, of all books? You idiot!

She looks at me inquisitively, as if I'm lying. Well of course I'm lying, but she doesn't know that.

"Head on over to the romance section. It should be under S, for Sparks. I assume you know the author." She points me into the direction.

I nod, "Thanks. Uh, Michelle." I take note of her name badge. She just smiles, and gives me a 'no problem.'

I head on over towards the section, as if I'm actually looking for that stupid book. Just in case Michelle decides to follow me or something. As I get closer, that eerie feeling hits me like a ton of bricks. What the fuck?

I round the section, like some paranoid freak in a bookstore. Oh wait, I am a paranoid freak in a bookstore.

Holy Fuck!

I think my eyes are playing shit on me. It can't be. It's pretty much impossible. Okay not impossible, but un-fucking-believable!

There she is. Her. That red hair, hanging around her face, as she sits on the floor and reads some fucking sappy novel. I don't give a shit what it is. Because she's there. Here actually. Like a meter away from me. My heart is going fucking mental at the pure sight of her. What the hell?

She hasn't noticed my presence, or the fact that I've been staring at her like a dumbfounded moron for the last minute.

Say something. Do something. Idiot! "What's with you and floors?" I say, trying my best to keep my cool and sound it.

"I like it on the floor." She says, not bothering to take note of whom she's talking to. Instead she's still glued to that fucking book.

"Right." What am I supposed to say to that? And am I the only one who thinks that sounded a little dirty?

"Fancy seeing you here huh?" Okay this is weird. She hasn't even looked at me yet. How does she know whom she's talking to?

I start to play with a book in one of the shelves, in an attempt to remain cool. "You work here or something?" I ask. She seems pretty comfortable with the place.

She stifles a laugh and finally closes her book to look at me. She smiles. Goddamn that smile. "No. I don't need to work. I just come here to read. Chelle's Dad owns this place. So they don't care that I practically treat it like a library. Plus Chelle's like one of my best mates."

Suddenly I feel a hint of jealousy towards Chelle. As to the reason why? I have no fucking clue.

"So you're a book freak?" I ask. She looks at me with a smirk.

"Takes one to know one." She fires back playfully.

"You don't know me." I retaliate as she draws herself to her feet, something out the window having caught her eye.

The doorbell goes off, and in walks none other than the scantily clad twin. "Emily! Stop pissing about in this fucking nerd store! Dad's got us booked in for a commercial. So hurry the fuck up will you!"

I now hate this Katie. Why is she always so fucking interrupting? And she has the worst timing known to man. Emily puts back the book she was reading, and brushes past me. The heat from her body sends shivers up my spine. She turns back quickly, and with a wink her husky voice sounds out. "Yet. I don't know you, yet." And with that she's gone. Again.

Fuck me.


Emily fix! Okay so yes it was very short. But i promise for a longer chapter, and maybe more interaction. Who am i kidding i love Emily! so wait and see. Oh and pretty please (bats eyelashes in an attempt to look cute) review? xx