A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Please keep it up. It really does encourage me to write more. And don't worry iMakesPaxtch., Emily is stronger than you think. Is there anything you guys want to see more of or hear more backstory about? And again sorry about the proofreading, it was late and I was half- asleep. ;) Enjoy!
Dancing on my Own- Robyn
And of course I don't own Skins or the characters associated with it!
Of course Effy had been up for the idea. She was definitely more excited than I was. Old Naomi took for fucking ever to get ready, hoping Emily would notice her. Stupid twat. I ended up where a pair of grey skinny jeans, a tight blue plaid shirt and my black boots. Finally after taking way too long, I think Effy even had to wait for me this time, we made our way out the front door.
"You're really just coming to see if shit hit's the fan aren't you?" I nudged her in the taxi.
"Partially, and also because if something goes wrong I want to be there, you know, for you." Effy could be a totally bitch sometimes, but it was times like this that reminded me why we were still in each other's lives.
"Oh, by the way, Rebecca came by and left a note on the door, apparently she couldn't find her ipod at her house and thinks she may have left it at your place." Well fuck. I had tried not to think about her for a good two months. I didn't even think the ipod was at my place, but I wasn't the cleanest person. I didn't leave food or shit around… but my clothes and work always ended up everywhere, so it is possible that the ipod is hidden beneath a mound of paperwork or leggings.
"Wonder why she didn't call." Effy laughed. Of course she knew.
"She didn't want to talk to you. I think she was hoping I'd be home. You should call her."
"Why? It's been two months, and like you said she doesn't want to talk to me."
"Well, you could call her and just leave a key, let her know when you'd be out and she can come in and find it." I didn't really want her rummaging through my stuff, although she probably knew where stuff was better than I did. Why couldn't she have just stayed. Things were great for seven years. So what if I didn't want to get married. She didn't have to take it personally, I wasn't ever going to marry anyone. It wasn't just her. It was times like that, when I wished I liked boys, they would understand and wouldn't leave me just because I didn't want some fucking useless expensive party.
"I'll text her. Safer that way." Effy smirked and shook her head .
"Whatever, Nai. So are you nervous about meeting Anya?" Yes!
"No, she is just another criminal. They don't make me nervous."
"Oh… really.. Then why do you keep playing with your hair, you do that when you are nervous." Maybe Effy wasn't psychic, she just pay attention way too closely to peoples actions. She would be quite amazing in a court room…
"Emily." It was always about her wasn't it. I just hoped that she wasn't as observant as Effy. Effy sighed and gazed out the window. I couldn't help the nerves, but I knew that at least I could hide them, from everyone but Effy. I shook myself out of my phase and put my game face on, even though I am not sure what that looked like.
We pulled up to the address and my jaw dropped. The house was gorgeous. Like something out of a classy magazine. First of all they had a gate. I mean like a huge automated one. I guess Anya liked her privacy. My first thought, after I picked up my jaw, was that she looked as if she was going to be around for a while. I mean who buys this kind of house intending to just leave in a few months. You know my mental notes were going to need to begin taking notes of their notes. Someone opened our taxi door as we stepped out. Creepy. We were ushered into the house by a nice young man. The inside was just as impressive, if not more so. Extremely modern, lots of weird Pollock -like paintings and mostly reds, blacks and whites. Could New Emily really like living here? I suppose it was posh and all that. And like Effy said, I don't really know the New Emily. Old Emily would have laughed her ass off the minute she stepped foot in here. I giggled when I thought about all the havoc our old selves could get up to in a place like this. Effy snapped me out of my daydream by hitting me on the arm.
A tall slender dirty blonde woman stood in front of us. She had her hair beautifully placed in a fancy bun, her makeup had definitely been done by a stylist, surely. She practically breezed into the room on a fucking cloud. Her white 'summer' suit was probably Armani or Versace. I am no detective, but this had to be Anya.
"Welcome! You must be some of Emily's old college mates. Let me guess Naomi and Effy! Come in!" eww, friendly too. Perfect. Remember… game face! Wait…. How did she know who we were? I didn't really get to interrogate her.
"Yep."
"Emily is out back with JJ, I believe his name is. Follow me!" She skipped down the hallway, okay she didn't skip, but she might as well have. Her backyard was huge and had gorgeous pool, of course, that actually looked more like some Italian grotto.
"Emily, more friends of yours!" this woman was way too spirited. How was anyone suppose to believe she is a great mastermind to an evil corporation. I suppose that's why she is out here running free in her backyard.
And then it happened. My game face was not expecting this, nor could it really handle it. The past ten years came rushing by me, and in an instant I was 17 again… and that bitch was kissing the woman I love. If Effy had not reached out a moment before and linked out hands I would have rugby tackled the owner of the house, and not because of her sick business practices. For the past ten years I could just pretend that Emily was my Emily. No other girl could have her and no one else could really have me. It wasn't even a fiery passionate kiss, just a simple peck and hug. But it boiled my blood. If I ever believed in human combustion, it would have been at that moment. Yet, Effy's hand brought me back to earth just as soon as I left. I swear that girl had magical powers. Effy tugged me over to Emily and let go of my hand after a quick squeeze.
"Emily! So good to see you! It's been forever." She hugged the redhead.
"Effy, you look amazing! It has been way too long." I knew at this moment I was suppose to hug Emily but I avoided it with a simple wave.
"Hey."
"Hey." It almost looked like she was hurt I didn't hug her. We weren't ready to touch Emily, surely you know that.
"hello ladies." JJ waved at both of us. Now there was one person who was still good old JJ. But that was okay, because he was always the one who got it all, even back in college. He didn't really need to grow up, just get a little braver, which he had. Although Effy still made him get locked on sometimes.
I excused myself and made a b-line to the drinks. This was going to be a long afternoon that neither new or old Naomi could handle, but slightly tipsy Naomi on the other hand…
I got the bar boy to pour me a Jack and coke and found my corner to stalk for the night, near some lawn furniture. I managed to stay pretty hidden until she found me of course.
"Hiding are we?" well duh.
"Maybe. Parties have…"
"Never really been your thing… still?" guess the new and old Naomi had that in common.
"Yeah, old habits die hard."
"then I guess you need a little more rum and everything will be fine." and with that she left to get me another drink. 10 years ago I would have said that was a euphemism for fun times later, but now I think she just wanted me to play more nicely with her new friends. Too bad.
She reappeared rather quickly with another drink in hand.
"this always cures your party fright. Now, lets go mingle like you are suppose to be doing." She reached out her hand, but I didn't take it. Remember… no touchy touchy. She didn't really seem to notice, so it was okay. We made our way over to JJ, Effy, some woman named Erica, and Anya. Emily slide right in next to her 'wife' and placed her arm around Anya's hip. You know, I am definitely going to need to sort out these fucking feelings before I decide to go all undercover. At least the Jack was kicking in, because I actually join in on the conversation and didn't sound like a total twat. Yay alcohol.
A few hours passed and I spent most of my night talking to this one guy, Aaron or Adam, something, about global warming and other normal environmental issue topics. He was nice, but really I was using him as a way to ignore Emily and how she couldn't get her hands off of Anya. Drinking made me more talkative and it make Emily, handsy. Some things really never change. I was not at the point of needed to drink more to forget that someone else was touching Emily; however, if I had more I may not be able to keep my mouth shut. Damn you alcohol! Before I could try and make an escape Anya stood up from her lawn chair to make an annoucement.
"So since all the pleasantries are now over, I think its time to turn this into a real party. I'd like you all to meet my friend, DJ Konvict." Of course she knew one of the most popular Djs in London. He began mixing and now I really didn't want to be there. As I said before I don't dance, well at least not with anyone besides Emily, and well, she was a bit preoccupied. I decided that this distraction was a good time to make an exit. As I headed towards the gate to the backyard I felt a hand pull me back. For Fuck's sake.
"You aren't going anywhere, you have to dance with me." Why was Effy doing this to me? She knew I hated dancing. But when she sets her mind on something I can't really do anything but go along with it. She dragged me to the 'dance floor' (It was really just the patio off the house). Effy smirked at me and grabbed my hips, thrusting me against her rather violently. What the fuck was she getting at. I sighed and let her guide my hips to the rhythm. Effy was a pretty good dancer, I could see why most men fell all over her at bars. She moved up and down me like I was a fucking pole. I would like to take this time to point out that, no, Effy and I have never nor will we ever shag. She is my best friend, and while I can appreciate her beauty and sometimes we grind up on each other on the dance floor, we will never be more than snuggle buddies. It's just how we work.
Anyway, I still wasn't sure why Effy was forcing me to endure this. Every time she had ever made me dance there was always an ulterior motive…ohhhhhhhh. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I glanced over at Emily and Anya and caught Emily's brown eyes staring right back at me. She looked a bit flustered, and not in that 'yes my hot girlfriend is rubbing up on me' kind of way. Could that be a look of jealousy? I smiled, rather enjoying finally having some sort of control during this whole party. I turned back to Effy and grabbed her waist, pulling her even closer. She locked eyes with me and smiled, knowing that I had figured out her ingenious plan. I could feel Emily's eyes practically burning through me as Effy and I danced. After reveling in the joy of having the upper hand, a thought crossed my mind. If Emily is feeling jealous does that mean she still has feelings for me?
Before I could actually answer myself, I realized Effy had stopped dancing and was staring at the entrance to the house.
"Naomikins, long time no see! Come give the Cookie Monster a hug!"
