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My other story (for the sake of politics) will be updated tomorrow at the latest, i just find this one easier to write at the moment.

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I'm a twat, an actual fucking twat, I shouldn't have invited her to coffee and I shouldn't have got her number and I definitely shouldn't of text her and basically ask her out. I'm lying to her, we haven't even got to know each other properly yet and I'm just spitting out the lies as they come. Well in all fairness I suppose I haven't lied that much, I never technically told her I was 18, but I did say I was transferring there so a tiny lie yes, fuck off Emily a lies still a lie.

Maybe it won't matter, I turn 17 soon and she's 19 surely 2 years don't matter; maybe it won't even be a big thing to her? Of course it'll be a big thing, you're a liar and you're a stupid fucking child. Sometimes I hate that part of my brain.

Why am I even making such a big deal out of this anyway? She's probably straight and just thinks of me as a friends, but technically I'm still lying to her and friends just don't fucking lie. I should have avoided her, if it wasn't for Doug and his stupid fucking outings I'd never have to be in this situation.

My stomach knots, not knowing Naomi... I really don't like that feeling, I'm glad I met her I really am, but it's going to hurt like a bitch when she doesn't want to even speak to me anymore. Jesus I can't lie to her anymore, when I meet her for lunch later I have to tell her, I fucking have to.

'Whatcha thinking about?' so fucking typical Katie to break my thought bubble.

'What? Oh nothing' I look to the front of the class pretending to actually focus on the teacher because I know Katie won't leave this alone, without even looking I see her eyes scan my face.

'Yeah sure looks like nothing' she scoffs whilst scribbling on her vomit worthy aluminous pink folder.

'Leave it Katie' I spit at her slightly harsh but I'm really not in the fucking mood.

'Okay bitch' she retorts back 10 times harsher than me, well she can give as good as she gets.

It goes silent then which I'm really glad for, I need time to think before lunch, I'm going to have to skip the last lessons of college to meet Naomi, it's not like I can turn up and tell her I have to leave 10 minutes later because I can't be late for college now is it.

'I need to walk home with you today yeah?' broken out of thought again by the whisper of the one and only Katie.

'Sorry I can't, I won't be here'

'Why not?'

'I'm going somewhere' want to give her less detail as possible

'Where?'

'Just somewhere...'

'Who is she?' Jesus Christ, was it that obvious? Do I read 'going on a lunch date with a gorgeous fucking girl' not that it's a date...

'Still up for that lunchtime drink? You know if you're not too busy spilling drinks on people - Naomi x'

I must of read it at least read 90 times now with the biggest smile on my face ever, granted receiving a text like that in the middle of a lesson isn't always smart when you've got perves like cook asking if the girls got nice tits. Why does everyone think it's a girl that's made me smile today, could be a number of things like for example Katie's pissed off to sit with someone else, that makes me smile.

'Hmm don't know, spilling more drinks on people sounds good, cya round 12? X'

I quickly text back trying to hide my smile and my phone at the same time, no way was I going to let a teacher take this text conversation away from me.

***

I got out of college early, couldn't really think in that fucking jungle and I definitely needed to clear my head, around 11:30 I started to walk towards the fishpond tavern, I've been here before I think but I can't remember why/when probably too pissed for my own good at the time I think.

Telling her is going to be hard, I mean it's not every day you befriend a 16 year old who has a fucking lying issue, something tells me this lunch is going to be over with before it even fucking starts.

Cuffing my feet on the floor as I walk a long I feel like I'm doing the right thing, it's not fair, nothing fucking fair, as I turn the corner I see her and all thoughts of the truth come flying out of my head. She is so fucking beautiful, too beautiful for her own good, t shirt, blazer and long blonde locks blowing from the breeze that has just suddenly appears, she's standing outside the door smoking and oh god I never thought anyone could look so flawless smoking before.

Picking up the courage, and pulling my jaw from off the floor I start make my way over to her, she can't see me because she's currently facing the pub window whilst stubbing her ciggie out on the ledge.

'Defacing public property, classy Naomi'

Her hand stops stubbing but she doesn't turn around, I see her jaw line go into a smile though so that's got to count for something.

'well you know me, 100% class' she then turns around with a massive smile on her face and Jesus I'm going to collapse or something, she looks completely over my face, not just my eyes but everything as if she's taking them in for the first time.

'well' I say softly 'we'll see about that' I say in the flirty tone and throw her a wink that even surprises me, her breath hitches for a moment and then she starts to blush a very light pink, aw I've still got it.

'shall we' I smile and tug the pub door open allowing her to walk in first and she smiles, we're walking side by side when we get in but before we've even got time to settle in and find us a table I hear the familiar voice

'Fuck me Emilio man! Who's the fit bird?' oh Jesus, fuck me is right, no way this cannot be fucking happening, I stop walking and so does Naomi as she's probably guessed that he's addresses me with the 'Emilio' and her with the 'fit bird'

Turning around slowly I see a half cut Cook nursing an empty pint of beer, sitting alone on a stole in the bar waggling his tongue at me and Naomi.

'Do you know him?' she asks me and I stiffen, she then searches my eyes for an answer and I seriously can't lie to her anymore than I already have

'Yeah, very, very old acquaintances' I say and she giggles whilst turning her head to look at cook again in slight amusement and probably half disgust.

I know he's going to say something again, it's just so typical of Cook to harass any fucking nice looking girl that walks into the bar, before he has a chance to hit on my fucking nice blonde, I distract Naomi.

'Want to go find us a table and I'll get the drinks in, what's yours? You look like a beer girl' I nod at her and she smiles back at me in half surprise and shock 'spot on' and with that she walks to the back of the pub finding us a table, and I walk over to the bar.

'How's about we share babes' he winks, still waggling that fucking tongue.

'Fuck off' I smirk at him 'what are you doing here; you were at college 20 minutes ago?' I whisper to him, don't really want Naomi hearing me now do I?

'Why are you whispering?' he asks confused and then continues 'Uncle Keith's pub babe, can't get any better in Bristol and a piss up's a piss up.

Of course, now I remember why I've been here, Cooks fucking birthday, not that I can remember much of it mind, all I remember is that it was actually shit so we all just ended up drinking to drown the boredom and becoming extremely drunk.

'Oh yeah right, Keith's pub'

'Don't avoid the question babe' I look at him confused 'why we're you whispering?'

I don't answer, I just look down at the bar and close my eyes, he must pick up on this, 'has it got anything to do with that babe down there' he points at the wall, probably signalling the other end of the bar.

I just nod at him sadly whilst ordering two beers.

'What's to be sad about? I'd fucking do her till she screams for me to-'I hit him with a beer mat because there is no way I want to hear the rest of that fucking sentence

'I meet her at the university' his eyes light up and he starts to pound one of his palms on the table whilst downing a shot. 'Older fucking bird, how do you do it?' he's fucking ecstatic for me.

'She thinks I'm her age' I say quietly, I have to tell someone and I can really trust cook, although I'm secretly hoping her didn't hear me, wrong.

He bursts out laughs, successfully spraying me with the remaining of her beer; he continues this laugh for at least another 10 seconds before he starts to talk.

'Why would she think that' he continues to laugh and I throw him a dirty look, with a mixture of sadness of course.

'I don't know, maybe because I'm a fucking cunt and I panicked and I really fucking like her but she's going to fucking hate me oh god what should I do cook Jesus I need to tell her don't I?' all that comes out in one big sentence, with worry and anxiety in my throat, he stops laughing and his eyes suddenly fill with sympathy.

'You really like her don't you' he says without any hint of humour, just plain concern.

'Yes' I replay sadly and pay the bartender.

'Then go find your fucking girl then' he says whilst smiling at me and I return it 'cookie will keep your secrets if you keep cookies' with one last wink off him I turn around and head in the direction Naomi went.

'I thought you got lost' she looks up from the table amusement dancing in her eyes, I put the beer down in front of her and she picks it up and takes a swig then smiles at me.

'Yeah well, wankers at the bar you know' I do a dramatic face and she laughs

'Any particular wanker, Emilio' she smirks at me and we both start laughing

'Don't you fucking start' I say through laughter, Jesus she's amazing.

'I think I've seen him somewhere before' she thinks about it for a second and I freeze

Fuck the university, Cook came on that trip; she probably saw him eye fucking most of the girls there.

'No actually I probably haven't' she says whilst taking another sip of her pint

'Unless you visit brothels regularly you probably haven't seen him' this makes me laugh again, god I love making her laugh.

***

4 more beers, a lot of secretly wanting to grab Naomi and throw her over, and even more cook peaking his head around the corner and winking at me later and were in this stage where everything is just so fucking comfortable, I feel like I can say anything I want and she'll either talk with me about it or she'll laugh a long with me.

'Fuck I don't even know your last name' she says whilst finishing off her 5th one, she's slightly tipsy but nothing to go overboard about.

I smile and giggle at her 'its Fitch'

'Emily Fitch' she says under her breath probably not for me to hear but I catch it, repeating my name, I hope it's a good sign. She then goes silent.

'And you're not going to give me the pleasure of your second name' she blushes and goes even more quiet

'You wouldn't believe me' she says and starts to play with her glass, I wouldn't believe her? What is her last name Obama or something?

I continue to stare at her until I catch her eye and silently interrogate her.

'Fine, it's Campbell' well what's so unbelievable about that I think to myself.

'Naomi Campbell' she repeats again and looks at me waiting for a response of some sort

Naomi Campbell floats around my head... and fucking hell.

A smirk breaks out on my face and she rolls her eyes playfully at me and I burst out laughing. She joins in, see she could have all the opportunities to be pissed right now but she isn't.

'Sorry it's just, wow that's an amazing name' I say catching my breath back from the laugh

'Yeah whatever' she says with a giggle

'well at least you're more beautiful than she is' fuck I seriously just told her she was beautiful to her face, trying to hide the panic obvious in my features I pick my pint up quickly and start drinking it, she's still looking at me and smiling, beautiful smile.

She then leans her elbows on the table and puts her chin on top of her hands

'Tell me more about you' she says softly, her eyes not leaving mine.

I put my hand under my chin to resemble a thinking look and she starts to giggle.

'Well' I say because I'm not really good at stuff like this 'I have a twin'

Her grin grows and she raises an eyebrow 'are you identical?'

We get asked that question seriously millions of times every single fucking day and it starts to get rather annoying but coming from her mouth it feels like a totally new question that I've never heard before.

'Yeah' I reply rolling my eyes and she starts to rub her hands together in excitement.

'So there are two of you?' I laugh and nod and she starts to blush, I really don't know why she's blushing.

'How do I know this is you Emily?' she says sarcastically and I start to laugh

'because if this was Katie right now, I'd be wearing minimal clothing as possible and trying to chat up every guy that even looks at me, so it's definitely me'

'Wow, maybe I should be friends with her instead' I know she's joking, fuck I hope she's joking.

I look up at her face and she's still smiling down at me.

'Do you two get on?'

'Well yeah, we used to be really close, do everything together, and always be together you know? But then I told her I was-'

I stop mid sentence fuck, I don't think Naomi knows I'm gay yet and I certainly don't know whether I should be telling her.

'Told her what?' she says softly.

I should tell her, at least then I can see her reaction and then maybe I won't even have to tell her about the lies if she's already run away from me by then.

'... That I was gay.' I don't look up so I can't see her reaction, I can't brave to look up and now everything's gone silent and I've got a strange reason she's not okay with it.

'I mean I completely understand why we're less close now you know, some people are just not okay with it and I don't really care what they think' still looking at my hands I hear her reply.

'yeah people are fucked, you shouldn't care' I brave a look up surprised at what she's said and she's still smiling at me, only brighter than she ever has before, I really don't think she's minds.

***

I opted to walk Naomi home again and she didn't have any rejections to it, to my surprised she actually seemed happy that I was walking her home, I thought she'd think I was clingy and completely fucking weird.

'Well I had a really nice night again' she stops by her flat door and turns around to face me, I smile at her 'yeah me too'

We just stare at each other content with our surroundings for a moment before I notice that she's shivering and is probably rather fucking cold.

'Fuck you should go up before you catch something' we break out longing glazes and I smile at her, 'goodnight Nai' I turn around and slowly walk away

'Actually Emily' turning around and looking at her I see her smirking at me but still shivering.

Walking back over to her I stand in front of her waiting for her to continue 'I just forgot something' she puts her hand on my cheek and Jesus it feels like fucking heaven

Still looking at her confused she leans in slowly and her lips are suddenly on mine, first it starts off slow and I put my arms around her waist as she drapes her hands down to my neck, then she starts to pick up the speed, oh and add tongue which I kindly oblige, but there's still that fucking thought in the back of my head that she's going to hate me when all this comes out, but fuck it because the most beautiful girl in the world is currently kissing me and I want to enjoy it.

She pulls back and her eyes suddenly scanning over mine, I have to tell her, I have to fucking tell her Jesus.

'You're so beautiful' fuck wrong confession!

I grace my hand over her cheek and she snuggles into it, she hasn't responded yet but by the look on her face she isn't about to tell me she just felt like kissing me for no reason.

'So are you.' yes, just fucking yes I'm beaming, actually beaming right now that I want to just pick her up and kiss her again and again and never fucking stop.

Noticing we're still outside in the freezing weather just smiling at her I'm reminded of her shivering before.

'Go on now, go up, it's freezing and wouldn't want you to die on me' I laugh and she returns it, 'phone me or something yeah?'

'Of course I will' and with one last smile and glance she walks up the stairs to her flat and disappears.

I'm still watching the empty stairs she's walking up when my phone starts to vibrate, bet its fucking Katie, she's only disturbed my thinking 2 times today, and she might as well make it a 3rd

'You should take me out on another date again sometime x'

That's definitely not Katie.

And I might be feeling a little bit too fucking happy right now.

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