Quick recap /Author note: Emily is dressed up and pretending to be Katie as she goes to Naomi's house to do group work. Reviews always welcome! Thanks for those so far, B.

EMILYS POV.

"No problem, come on in and let's get started."

"Thanks" I reply. Am I being too nice for how Katie really is? For the amount of time and years I have spent with my twin, I am so unsure of how to act! This is crazy. I step into Naomi's house and instantly take in the scent. It's sweet like strawberries but with a slight hint of smoke around too. It is quite nice and it must be her, I know she smokes. I always used to watch her alone smoking outside in between lessons, wondering if it would be too obvious to make up an excuse of "can I borrow your lighter please?" or something similar. We walk silently up the creaking stairs and I follow behind her along a narrow corridor, which I assume is leading to her bedroom. My palms start to sweat as I notice how close we actually are together, and I'm so distracted by my thoughts that I almost collide into her when she stops abruptly outside her door. She laughs sarcastically.

"Watch it, are you blind? Oh and sorry my room is a bit messy, I did try to clean up but you know, it's only you so hey."

I wouldn't care if your room was a tip Naomi, I think to myself. She opens the door and we walk through, I take in everything all at once. I've always wondered what her room would look like. There is a small desk with drawers to the right in which I can see all the work we have to get through tonight, posters on every yellow painted wall, expressing what she believes in, I smile at this. I notice her wardrobe with stickers and certificates spread down it; obviously evidence of her talent and work. I wonder if she realises how clever she really is. Clothes are folded neatly over a small chair, and I let my eyes wander over to the main focal point of her room. Her bed. It's a double bed and looks incredibly comfortable, with red sheets, many cream pillows and several blankets for when it's cold. I picture things for a minute that I shouldn't and then blink furiously, remembering that I'm not alone.

"Katie? Hello? Earth to Katie Bitch? I mean Fitch.."

I snap out of my day dream and look at her feeling myself blushing. Oh no. It's lucky that I'm used to responding to my sisters name, the amount of time's we have been confused in the past, otherwise I probably wouldn't have even looked up.

"Sorry I don't know where I was" I mutter. Actually I do, I was in bed with you. In my head.

"It's okay. Shall we get on with it then?" she asks, with a smirk on her face, and I wonder with fear if she recognises the colour of my cheeks from earlier today at lunch.

"Erm yeah, sure, where do you want to start... babe?"

"Well, I was thinking we could write up a question each and then decide how we're going to present it or something. I have all the materials here. What do you think?"

I question whether to come up with anything useful as I don't know how much Katie actually knows about presentation, asides from how she presents herself. It would be easier if it was a subject I actually knew, then I could limit the knowledge I gave but at least would have something to say. How annoying. I feel that Katie wouldn't be too bothered about anything really. "Erm whatever, that sounds good", I say bluntly. Naomi looks at me then smiles and shoves a load of paper in my hands and looks at them, raising her eyebrow as she does so.

"How strange. You and Emily really are alike; you're both wearing the same nail varnish today."

I freeze.

"Anyway", Naomi continues absentmindedly, "we did this last lesson. I've given you the questions I feel you know most about, because, well regardless of what people think about me, I'm nice."

Trying not to let myself look too relieved I nod, making a mental note that if I EVER do this again (and by the amount of times I've felt like I was going to have heart failure tonight, it will be never), I will change my nails. I take the sheets of paper and look down at the question. Simply have no clue whatsoever.

Clearing my throat I think of what I could do. "Naomi can I have a drink please?" I ask. I see her hesitating for a second and then nod, as she mutters something about not having much variety in her house and leaves her room. This is my chance. I quickly move over to her desk and look through several folders with "Sociology" written on, desperately looking for information on my chosen questions. This is so stupid, what am I doing? There is nothing in them. I try her drawers and sort through them all until I reach the bottom one. Amongst all the books, a dark purple coloured book with 'N.C' written on it catches my attention. A diary. Naomi Campbell's diary. I can't help but open it slightly even if I do feel guilty, and flick through to the first page. A content page has been written and I laugh quietly, of course, in a book that nobody is supposed to read, Naomi would have to be organised. Looking at the different subjects in the list of contents, I see it includes "Myself, Mum, Dad, Other family members, Christmas Time, College friends, Cook, Nan, Emily.." Emily. I stop at that name. That's me. Naomi has a chapter about ME. What on earth would she have written about me for? My heart starts racing and without hesitating, I flick through the pages desperately, only to my dismay hear the stairs creaking. Shit. I quickly bend down and shove the diary back inside Naomi's bottom drawer, standing up to sit on her bed with my bag next to me and adjusting my "skirt" trying to look as if I've been here relaxed the entire time.

"I thought you'd like some coffee, it's the same we have at college sometimes and I've added your two sugars" Naomi states as she enters the room. Fuck, I HATE coffee. I actually despise it; it makes me feel like throwing up. I know that Katie is pretty much addicted to it though, that and other things, and I take it from her, thanking her, placing it on her desk as I make up the excuse that "I'll drink it when it's cooled down a bit."

We work in silence, Me sat at Naomi's desk, her on her bed. Occasionally Naomi asks me a question but lucky for me, she is just so clever that she doesn't really need my input into anything at all. I on the other hand, have no idea on what to write at all so I'm doodling. Apart from that there's not much conversation at all. None of my subjects help with this and I curse myself wishing I had helped Katie out in the past with Sociology, and then at least maybe I would know something! My phone vibrates in my bag which is next to Naomi on her bed and she looks up at me and then to it.

"I'll get it for you, Katie."

Why does Naomi seem so nice to me? She's always been sarcastic and rude when she thinks I'm Emily. She searches around in Katie's bag until she pulls out my phone, looking confused. I realise she must have seen Katie's actual phone which is different to mine at some point in college, and I freeze yet again, until Naomi throws the phone at me. Luckily with my reflexes, I catch it. It's Katie. I cannot believe out of everyone it has to be the only person I wish it wasn't, as I'm supposed to fucking be her. Thank God Naomi didn't check who it was. Or so I think.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Em it's me, where the fuck are you? It's gone half 10 and I know for a fact you ain't with weirdo Scott because he came round lookin' for you and is still here now waitin', fuck sake! Danno's round too and I need your help to tell him to piss off!"

Fuck. I didn't know time had gone so quickly. Probably due to the fact I wasn't really working, and it didn't feel like a chore of regular homework, being able to look at Naomi every so often in the reflection from her mirror in front of me. She is so beautiful.

"Stop being rude Em, and answer me!" Katie screams down the phone. It'll be a miracle if Naomi didn't hear that.

"I'll be home soon okay? Just got a few things to sort out." I glance in Naomi's direction and see she is looking at me suspiciously, so for added affect and Katie-ness I throw in "Love ya" and hang up.

"Who was that?" Naomi asks, looking at me closely.

I roll my eyes acting annoyed. "Just Emily, she wondered where I was tonight that's all. I have to go soon as well because she needs some backup, or something."

"Oh right, okay. Your sister is a weird one you know. She's always looking at me."

I blush, this time not slightly, but properly full on and I turn back to my work in hope Naomi won't see me. I didn't realise I made things that obvious, I mean I know I looked at her a lot but I didn't think she saw. She must have been looking at me too if she noticed THAT much. Come to think of it, she remembered the colour of my nails too.

With a fake laugh I state "Emily is probably looking at how weird you look, babes" and gather my things. I don't know if Naomi can see how my hands are shaking or how red I have gone but I don't care. I want to leave now. This has gone wrong and I feel that I don't have much time before Naomi is going to question me, it's as if she is watching my every move now waiting for me to slip up. I wish I was here as myself, not as Katie, not doing all this under pretence. There is silence for a while until its Naomi who finally speaks.

"Katie? Speaking of Emily, can I have her number?"

Bugger. I can't give Naomi my real number because I'm using my own pretending to be Katie! I really have not thought this through at all. I look at Naomi and see it she isn't even asking me sarcastically, it's as if she really wants Emily's, well my, number.

"I think you'll have to ask her for it yourself babe" is all I can come back with, even though I'm filling up with disappointment so quickly. "Why do you want it anyway?"

Naomi bites her lip and hesitates as if she doesn't want to tell me, but I look at her until she speaks again and her reply is devastatingly brilliant, yet awful.

"I wanted to see if she felt like doing anything, we haven't spoken in so long and I just wondered that's all. She seems nice and seeing as I'm studying with you I just thought... Oh but never mind, it doesn't matter. I'll see you out Katie."

As I'm walking home I wonder if I have truly messed up everything. I wonder what Naomi really wanted to say but she stopped herself. Even if I were to get close to Naomi one day in the future, I can't even give her my number. At that moment, my phone goes off again and I quickly find it, my heart stopping as I see it's Naomi.

"Tonight was helpful, and you aren't as much of a bitch as I thought you were. You should come round again to help me finish everything tomorrow. Ps, you never drank your coffee, N.x"

There is no going back.

Let me know what you think and how you think it should develop etc! B.