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It took a shit load of convicing. Part of her silently hated herself for informing Effy of her run in with Katie. Another part of her hated the fact she had willingly handed over the card she'd been given from Katie that held all the details on it to Cook. But all the same the biggest part of her was thankful for their persistance.

" would you hurry your little fucking arse up blondie, were gonna be late" Cook wandered into her room, swigging back a can of fosters. Letting out an obnoxiously loud burp as he passed her.
" And if i remember correctly, as much as dear katiekins dosen't mind late cumming-"

Naomi lifted her gaze up from coating her lips. Rubbing them together to spread the deep shade of crimson red lipstick across the spots she'd missed.
" I'm sure you mean your late cumming , not hers "
Rolling her eyes she grabbed a few hair pins slipping them between her lips gripping them with her teeth. She'd decided on pinning some of her white blonde curls back off her face.

" Marilyn Monroe eat your heart out love " Cook chirped from behind her placing a hand on her shoulder staring at her in the mirror with a smirk playing on his lips. Naomi's eyes scanned over her apperance, for the first time in forever she could actually admit she looked not bad. If cooks face didn't already confirm that.

Her long slender fingers reached down tugging at the bottom of the short, backless dress she'd found at the back of her wardrobe. It wasn't anything special, plain black, tight fitted. But there was no denying it's ability to accentuate the length of her long legs. It'd do.

Two hours and two bottles of white wine later they had finally arrived. Naomi's eyes lazily scanned the house infront of her. She found something oddly comforting in standing outside the door seventeen year old Naomi used to knock on almost every day. She let her lips curl upwards after a few moments spotting the cat flap.

"can't we just stay like this? just for a bit "
"yeah we can ... for a bit "She hadn't even noticed she'd been daydreaming until a very drunk effy slipped her arm around her waist giving her hip a reassuring squeeze " c'mon kid, lets go raid the fridge for something a little stronger "

And it was as simple as that, Effy, a bottle of vodka and old friends remincing on the past. That's when she first felt it, that unfamiliar feeling creeping up inside her. Happiness. They were all there, from Pandora who had been all over Effy like a rash since she'd arrived, to JJ who was curled up comfortably on the sofa with a blonde girl. Who Naomi had later learned was his girlfriend Lara. Each of them two years older, two years wiser and two years more forgiving.

" Enjoying yourself then? " Katie plopped down onto the floor next to her handing her a glass of Jack daniels and coke. Because there were just some things people could never forget. Naomi stared down at the glass allowing a smile to tug at her lips.
" fucks sakes campbell don't get all smooshy on me now yeah? it's only a drink" she let out a soft chuckle to which Naomi instantly detected was very much a drunk chuckle.
"Oh but it's so much more than just a drink Katie, if i didn't know any better i'd say you paid more attention to me back then than you let on eh? "Naomi joined in with a few giggles nudging the shorter girl next to her playfully.
" Fuck off " Katie grinned.

It didn't take long for the party to die off. That was another thing Naomi had learned, her friends still hadn't mastered the art of pacing their drinking speed. Most of them were floored by midnight. Struggling to her feet she wandered over to the sofa grabbing a blanket off the back of it, using it to cover Effy who'd passed out first. Smiling softly she brushed some hair off her face earning a soft snore in return. Thomas and Pandora were sprawled out on the floor tangled up in each other, JJ had left with Lara pretty early, something about a baby. She'd ask later, on a more sober mind. Cook has fucked off with some girl who'd been there, no surprises there.

That left the two of them. Naomi who was still more than awake and a profoundly drunk, wobbly on her feet Katie.
" More wine Madame?" Naomi asked with a grin pouring some into two glasses, not bothering to tilt it upwards as she moved from the first glass to the second. Her eyes falling on the puddle of wine on the counter, letting out a series of uncontrollable giggles.
" Spillage on isle twoooooooooooo" she bellowed, attracting a stumbling Katie who simply dipped her head letting her tongue mop up the mess on the counter.
"Clean" she giggled grabbing onto Naomi's arm to steady herself.

Letting a soft smile crack her lips she placed a supportive hand on the small of Katie's back.
"Me thinky you need your bed more so than more wine" she nodded more so to herself.
"Me thinky your right" Katie agreed rubbing her own forehead blinking hard.
"You can crash in my room" she added softly before grabbing Naomi's hand leading the way not giving her much choice.

Leaning against the door frame Naomi let her eyes wander the room. The room she used to spend days on end in. Snuggled up in the arms of her little red head. Letting her lips part slightly she studied it, the posters, the bed sheets. It hadn't changed at all, Everything on Emily's side had remained the same, everything still in place the way she had left it.

Soft snores broke her train of thoughts, Her eyes snapped to Katie who had passed out on her bed. Fully clothed, still sporting a ridiculously high pair of heels. Wandering further into the room she grabbed a spare blanket, throwing it over the small curled up figure on the bed, taking off her heels placing them beside the bed before glancing around again. Emily's bed. Licking her lips she hesitantly wandered over running her hand delicatly over the pillow, then down along the bed sheets. She could feel the faint smell of Emily's old perfume creep up her nostrils filling her stomach with a warm feeling. The warm feeling she used to concider home.

Perching herself carefully on the bed she kicked off her shoes staring over at the bedside table, plucking up two photo frames, one of the gang huddled up tight, arms wrapped around each other, each of them sporting a massive genuine toothy smile. Because despite the problems they were all facing at that time and place, they didn't matter because they had each other. Naomi remembered.

The second photo frame contained an image of a younger Naomi, her arms wrapped protectivly around Emily from behind, her eyes shone brightly as Emily placed a tender kiss onto her cheek. Her smile was wide, she looked carefree, happy. But there was something else Naomi noticed about the figures in the photo. Not only did they now feel like strangers she noticed something more imortant than that. They were in love. She had felt love. She had loved, she had been loved. And that's what screamed out louder than anything from the photo. The feelings they had once shared which now felt like they had never existed.

" Hi " Emily's voice cooed huskily.