A/N: LET ME JUST SAY THIS: OH GOD! YES YOU GUYS CATCH ON SO WELL! OUR EMSY HAS A SECRET! Ahem. Hellooo, guys! Thanks for all the pleasant reviews for the last chapter, and I've seen how many mistakes I've made, way too many! The thing is about that, is that I hate re-reading what I've just written because in Gordo's mind, it's basically like: I already know what I've bloody written, so why read it over? I'm pretty sure if I made a mistake, I would've known that when I was typing. :P I'm trying super dooper hard to stop being such a lazy arse and just re-read my stuff. But, after having a lovely reviewer drop a few words on me, yo yo, son, I got so inspired, my voice got all high and giddy and shrieky, that I spontaneously combusted, all over my Earl Grey tea. Yes, I drink Earl Grey. Also, *for anyone new*, please don't be put off by my lack of grammar/punctuation/words/sciency-stuff in my Author's Notes, because it's not actually apart of the story. Woo! Please remember, that I also have no idea what happens when I start typing, my fingers just roam the keyboard, and stuff just comes from my head, to my keyboard. I just want to say, thank you guys for keeping me inspired and reviewing. Anyway… So none of this was pre-planned, and if it was… I don't know. It would just be pre-planned. Anyway, I figured the last chapter kind of lacked some Series 3-4 quotes, so I'm gonna be putting lots in this chapter. Remember, I'm just going word by word. Please review, if you did, I would shit myself happy, dance like Pandora (who will be making an appearance in this chapter, or soon, like in 2-3 more chapter, I don't know, if my fingers want Panda in this chapter, and my keyboard complies, then she shall.) OH, SOME LAST THINGS THAT YOU ALL MAY WANT TO KNOW: A reviewer said she'd like our favourite peroxide blond to have a run in with the infamous Katie Fucking (yes, that's her middle name, she said it in series 4) Fitch, so I was like 'aww yeah!' and did a little ninja kick, also as another reviewer suggested, that Naomi and Emily should have more deep dialogue and another reviewer said she'd like to see a bit more Emily POV as well, so I just combined the both. DUNN DUNN! So Naomi + Emily POVs in this chapter. MMKAY, HERE WE GO CHILDREN. Oh, and to set the time frame, the last chapter (chap 3) was set on Sunday evening. Their date is Tuesday night, and this chapter takes place throughout Naomi's Monday. Ok, here we go, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I srsly lyk omg dnt own skinzz. (that's how my grandma texts.) I own nothing but a jar of expired marmalade, and half-eaten toast.

Warnings: All that good Skins-y stuff. There's just swearing, so don't let mum catch you reading it! Nothing else but swearing, and Naomily feelings.

Previously: This time, she hangs up and there's no, "I like you, Emily." Whispered softly into the speaker, thinking it had gone unheard. My stomach churns while I lie awake. Its 5.30 PM, and I'm sober. I need to see Katie, and go out for a few drinks. Not today, though. I've got shit to do. I get up off my bed and head into the living room and flick on the TV, and watch a marathon of Cash in the Attic. This is my fucking life. And Naomi Campbell's made an entrance.

Naomi's POV

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Today's day at work was pretty much the same as any other, devil seeds fucking around the place, practically snorting candy floss. It didn't affect me much, though, except for the massive headache they all gave me.

I'm checking parties of children in and out of Chuck E. Cheese's, marking off one child's birthday party reservations, and so on. I'm silently waiting for my shift to be other, tapping my feet to the chaotic beat of the kids splashing about in their youth. Just a few more minutes, Campbell. You've got this. I stare at the watch on my arm, watching the little arm swing to each new tick. A mother clears her throat, and waves to 5 little turds jumping all around, and she's not even bothering to shut them up, and she doesn't even offer a smile. Prude.

"Hi! Can I help you?" I put on the biggest, fakest, smile on.

"Yeah, we have reservations for David, and I've been standing here for minutes."

"Lovely, please seat yourselves at table 47, have a nice party!"

The woman shows me her back, 5 children bounding behind her, the baby in her stroller occasionally tossing its head back to look at me.

A loud beeping goes off, and it's time for me to leave. I silence my watch, pack up my shit, get changed in the bathroom, and leave. I get into my car, rev up the engine, and drive off. This time I don't look in the next lane, to see if Emily is there, because I know I'm seeing her tomorrow night. Now all I have to do is look nice for her. I find a parking spot at the mall in Cribbs Causeway, lock my car before exiting it, and bound toward the enter door. I pace the escalators and have a quick around most of the stores, and settle into Top Shop, the Fragrance Shop, Superdrug, River Island, and H&M. I emerge out of the mall with a black lace dress from River Island, a pair of black tights from Top Shop, dark eye liner from Superdrug, black heels from H&M. I drive home while thoughts spur in my mind. Why did I spend so much on clothes? I don't dress up for anyone, not even my own bloody mum. Naomi! Stop comparing Emily to your mum. Just look at all the differences. Emily's beautiful, your mum is… I'm going to stop now. I drive past Lovington's Ice-Cream, and me being the fatarse I am, decides to buy some.

I find a place to park and hop out of the car, walking into the shop as the bell on the door rings and stops. I stand in line next to a hefty bloke, and scan the big menu on the wall. I order the flavour called 'Black Forest,' in a large waffle cone, and fucking hell, does it look good! Not as good as Emily though, I think in my head. The thought doesn't surprise me though, because lately, every time I think of how good something is, I always have to compare it to Emily, and with Emily being the better contestant, she always wins. The hefty man in front of me pays for his ice cream and moves out of line. I walk up to the woman behind the cashier and tell her what I'd like, and she scoops up three chunks of Black Forest and dunks it into the large waffle cone and hands it to me. In return I pay her £3.50 and leave the store. I look at the sky outside, determining how long I can mingle before going home. The heavens are a grey-ish colour, the sun being blocked by a speckle of grey clouds, a bit of darkness seeping through the very tiny spaces of white. My ice cream is all gone now, and I take a slow walking pace, looking round the circuits one last time before I bump shoulders with another person.

"What the fuck!"

I quirk an eyebrow as the body behind me re-arranges itself. It belongs to a woman and she is fallen before me and I let my eyes travel over her. I soak in the information as it enters my mind; Red hair, button nose, creamy skin, small in height, brown eyes. My eyes travels to her lips as she tries to talk- rather, yell at me.

"Excuse me!"

It has been at least 10 seconds of me scanning her before she snaps my mind out of oblivion. I reach my hand out toward her; she stares at my fingers as if I've just wiped my arse clean with them. What's her problem? No, Naomi don't be stupid, she's a stranger that you've just bumped into, what makes you think she'll want to touch your hands? "Sorry!" I pull the sleeve of my black cardigan with brown buttons over my right hand so that it is encasing my fist, and finally, as men and women briskly move past us, probably wanting to escape the oncoming weather, that looks like shit, she hesitantly grabs my sleeve and she hoists herself up, feet wobbling in her four inch black stilettos, and glares at me.

"What the fuck is your problem? Do you not know where you're fucking going? What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't you see me fucking walking your way, but then you decide to run me over, you arsehole!" Her cheeks are slightly red now, and she is breathing hard, sticking a black nail-polished finger at my nose. And soon I realize. I hadn't even been looking at her, but I knew. Probably because I'd been doing that stupid thing where I look at my feet when I'm embarrassed.

I lift my head up and look at her, small smile treading across my face.

"Emily!" I hug her and my favourite redhead, stumbles back pushes me off her!

"Are you fucking mad?"

"Wow, Ems! I didn't take you for a feisty one," I glance at her skirt, "I didn't take you for a leopard print girl either."

She smirks at me. "Naomi?"

"Yeah! I can't believe you didn't recognize me, and you fucked my brain right up, yelling at me like that, though, but I forgive you."

I frown a bit at her, "Em, did you dye your hair a little darker?"

"Erm…"

Emily's POV

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"Emily!" He shouts, bringing me into a full blown Fitch Hug. I haven't seen him for ages! His wavy hair, twinkling eyes, and Fitch Fitness shirt on.

"Hey! How are you?"

"Fucking A, that's what, babe."

"James, how many times have I told you, it's not okay to call your sister babe, especially when old women are staring?"

"Fuck the old women. I've missed you, Ems!"

"Yeah, I've missed you, too, worm."

"Hey! I've grown up now; you can't just call me that anymore!"

"Yeah, I know."

His face fell, blonde locks circling his forehead, "Em… you know why I've asked you here, right?"

I poke my Cucumber gazpach "Yeah, I know."

"She's back," he says, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. "Can we not talk about her now? I know we'll have to sooner or later, James, but just not now, okay? I want to spend time with you."

"Yeah I've got it." A sly smile spreads over his face, "I've heard you've got a fit bird. Has she got big t-"

I slap him. "Ow! What was that for?!" The 12 year old perv in him re-awakens, like it had been since I was 16.

"Because that's the second time someone's asked me that! Did Katie tell you?"

He rubs his cheek, baby fat still present, pink fingerprint marking him.

"Geez, Em, you've got feisty fingers for a lez-" Slap.

"Oi!"

"Manners, worm!"

"Fine. Fucking bitch…"

"What did she tell you?" I ask him, gazing out the window of Brasserie Blanc, a nice French restaurant in Bristol. He grips his glass of white wine, and takes a long gulp. "James, you do know you're not supposed to drink it like that, right?" "Katie told me, went on about this Naomi girl. How'd you even know she's gay? And fuck me! Tesco's. I should start doing' that, picking up the babes." I laugh, grinning at my little brother. Eight-teen years old or not, he's was still a pervy little bastard, I think to myself.

James' POV: Third Person

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James smiles at his sister, enjoying the way her face lit up after what he had just said. It was nice. Being able to just see her like this, smiling, even if a certain Naomi Campbell had been doing that for the past 5 days or so. He cleared his throat, wanting to get things back on track. "Em, I know you really don't want to talk about this, really, but, mum wants to see us all, yeah? I'm trying to keep her from getting her knickers in a fucking twist, but you know her…" He runs a hand through his hair, "Just be there, yeah? You know Katie and me will be supportive, right? She'll be a cunt, we all know it, but remember; you've got me, Katie, and dad. I just want you to know." He looks at Emily, her face stone cold. "I've got to go, Em. I love you." He stands up, and grips his big sister in another Fitch Hug, kissing her on the forehead, like their father does. He stands up, pulls out his wallet which has, "SHOW ME THE FANNY" in big letters, printed all over it, and places £18.36 on the table.

Emily's POV

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I watch him go, lumbering inside his car. 6 feet tall, but still my little James. I sigh, and I, too, exasperatedly run a hand through my red tangles, slightly curly at the tips naturally. I decide to call Katie, she'll help me sort this shit out.

Naomi's POV

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I look at Emily, and smile at her a bit. When she stalls she's so fucking cute. We look at each other a bit, and my gaze lingers once more on her lips. Her phone rings and she holds up a finger at me, signaling me silently to wait a minute. I put an arm around her, and I think I feel her stiffen a bit as we walk toward a park bench, seemingly miles a way, when my car is just parked a minute's walk away. We sit down, in seconds, as she answers her phone.

"Hello?"

She stiffens again at the sound of the voice on the other line. I can't hear anything from the person on the phone, but I know that whatever they're saying must be making Emily a bit uncomfortable. "Hey," she starts

"Katie, are you a bit busy at the moment? I want to talk you to you for a bit…"

She snorts, and I let out a long laugh, she glares at me for a bit before opening her mouth to speak. Before it seems like she's been caught of guard, and interrupted.

"Who's that?"

"Erm…"

"Katie who're you with?"

She blushes, and I smile at her again. I just can't stop it. "Christ, Em. You're a little tomato!" I say, poking a reddened cheek. Her eyes widen as I hear the faint buzz of someone talking to hear on the other end. "Katie… Are you?"

"No!"

"Katie, I'd fucking recognize that voice anywhere!"

"Em! It's not what you think it is!" She shouts into the phone, withdrawing it from her ear, and shouting at it, pointing it at her face, inches apart from her little button… What the fuck! "Emily, tell me I'm fucking crazy… But are you having a conversation with another Emily?" She doesn't look at me, just has her eyes trained on her iPhone.

"Katie! That's her! I told you to fuck off away from Naomi!"

I can't hear much, but I know when my name is mentioned. Emily hangs up, putting her own phone into her pocket, standing up and then looking at me, watching my frown.

"I'm not Emily. I'm Katie."

My mouth hangs open in shock. Does Emily have some kind of fucking personality disorder?

She studies my face, obviously worried about what kind of thoughts must have crossed my mind. She bends down at my level, and basically spits at me, "Yeah, I lied, fucking toughen up will you, you lezzer cunt."

"Twins?!" I stand up. I'm a good fucking five feet, six inches, while Katie/Emily stands at least five feet, three inches, but with her fucking monstrous heels, she's a bloody giant!

She looks at me like I'm stupid, pure disgust written on her face, marking every delicate featu- Naomi! Fucking stop it! She's not Emily! God you have a one track fucking mind! "Why did you-?"

She cuts me off. "Because I don't want my sister getting together with some stupid lezzer bint, who's just gonna fuck her up in the end, so I just wanted to make sure, you were her fucking material."

"You've been following me?!"

"Pfft! No, you daft grass hopping cow! I didn't even know what you looked like, until you said your name's Naomi. Who the fuck does that by the way? Bumping into strangers and then fucking hugging them. I knew you were a dyke when you reached my eye sight," She was gone into a full rant now. How the fuck couldn't I have noticed? Katie's face was a little bit chubbier, a bit more round in the chin, wearing fucking leopard print, hair a darker red, almost burgundy. "Oh! And practically fucking me with your dirty lezzer eyes! You better not have been doing that shit to my sister, because if you have, I will fuck you up so bad, your fanny won't even fucking operate! Don't fucking look at me like that! Yeah, I'm fit ash fuck, but I'm not your eye candy, shweetie. Sho, you can pretty much fuck off now!"

I stare at her, finding more Not Emily things about her. For one, she has a lisp, which is way more fucking apparent when she's verbally shitting on you, she's so loud, and she's wearing fucking heels! Emily probably wears heels, but not six inch heels, what the fuck is all that about?

I lick my lips, and then gaze at her while she's huffing and puffing, cheeks red for the billionth bloody time today, arms folded tightly against her chest. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" She screams.

I burst out bloody laughing, for at least one full minute, before she scowls and slaps me. Hard. I'm still laughing though, clutching my face as I walk back to my car, getting in, and now my stomach muscles are hurting, clenching at my sides from all the laugher that has erupted inside me. Get it together Campbell. I look over at the bench, which doesn't hold a Fitch, who's probably disappeared by now. Fuck, she seems daft, a bit slutty, and maybe a teensy-weensy irritating. Her and Emily are twins, but they're nothing a like. I can't say I've known Emily for long, but I know that just because they're identical, doesn't mean they're alike. But if I have to get through the darker haired Fitch, I'll do it. For Emily. I smile, but I don't know why. Oh yeah! The engine of my car is still running, and I remember what Katie had said to me. Emily likes me! She told me that I would fuck Emily up in the end. She's gay. Emily. She's gay. And I like her. I like… Emily. A lot.

Cook's POV

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"Fuckin' hell. Time to scoot, hun." I look at the bird sprawled out next to me, making little shapes and shit on my left bicep, grazing my tattoo. Jack the Lad. I don't give a fuck, either. "Right, up you go." I grab her by the arm, bring her up a bit, toss her over my shoulder. "Put me down you cunt!" She says, banging her fists on me back. "Ouch, babe! That's hurtin', but Cookie's already got his love, so now you got to get to fuck!" I put her down in front of my door, and then slam it, and lock it, pulling on a pair of pants. "Fuckin' laundry." I grumble.

A/N: did you like it?! SQUEEEE! Please tell me if you've loved it, tell me where to improve, which lines you thought were the funniest, what were your favorite bits and all that. I know it isn't 4,000 words like the last one, but it's nearly. Ok, I'm missing like I don't know, 300 words or so? It's hard ot keep count as I'm typing :P. Anyway, at least its not like 2,000 words like the last chapter. OH, AND MORE DETAIL INTO EMILY'S SECRET WILL BE LIKE RELEASED, AS SOON AS I FIGURE OUT HER SECRET. WOOH! So, if you guys enjoyed it, let me know and remember always: TELL ME WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO SEE NEXT! And if you enjoyed Cookie's POV, and if you like the POV switchups, and if you wan't to know more about the infamous HFBIC. (Head Fitch Bitch in Charge) Ok, outtie. XxX, G MC