Disclaimer: I don't own anything Written : March '09

Emily quickly dressed whilst Naomi confronted Cook.
'Heard about you two sharing fluids thought I'd get a look.' Cook slurred.
'Pervert.' Naomi shouted and climbed back into the car.

Emily climbed into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt.
As Naomi started the ignition, Cook opened the door.
'Fuck off, Cook. Go home'
Naomi said clearly annoyed.
'When I first heard about you being into muffs…I felt a bit sad. I mean, Blondie. You're well fit.
You being lez is a smack in the balls, to all us guys. Truth is, Blondie. I liked it when we made out. We…could have had something good.'
Naomi swore several more profanities at Cook, and slammed the door in his face.
She started the car up, and drove away.

Emily sat the entire journey in silence.
She daren't ask Naomi about Cook and Naomi daren't tell her.

Naomi pulled up outside the Fitch household, and took Emily's hand.
'It was once.' She muttered with new found strength.
'When?' Emily asked pained. 'How long ago?'
Naomi hurt as she recognised the pain in Emily's voice.
She dared not to answer her question.
She left an awkward silence, before taking her hand and telling the redhead she loved her.
'When, Naomi?' Emily said angrily.
Naomi hung her head, and let herself feel ashamed.
'Day after we slept together…at the lake?'

Naomi's honesty was too much for Emily to take, and she stormed out of the car.
Naomi watched painfully as she stomped up her driveway and hammered on the front door repeatedly until she was let in.

The blonde immediately regretted being so honest, and let a few fell tears fall down her face.

The instance she returned home, Naomi ran upstairs and dialled Emily's number.

The first time she was met by the answerphone.
As was she with the second
And the third.

Fourth time lucky, Emily finally answered.
'I'm sorry. It was a long time ago…lets just forget this, Em' Naomi begged.
'No. Let's not. Naomi…long time ago or not…you fucking ruined this relationship before it started.'
'I'm sorry, babe. Look…everything good we have….it all happened after. It doesn't mean anything.'
'DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING?' You fucking…You made out with Cook…the day after I lose my virginity to you…and it doesn't mean anything? Fuck you Naomi.'
'Emily…'
'No. I fell in love with a kind honest decent person. Not a fucking cheat and a liar. We're over.' Emily said between sobs and hung up the phone.

The blonde froze in her position, her phone still adjacent to her ear.
Naomi felt the pains in her chest twinge, and let out a slight wheeze before collapsing in tears on her bed.