Chapter Four

The next morning Emily awoke in bed alone. She grabbed her dressing gown and headed downstairs. Halfway down she heard the sound of plates rattling in the kitchen. She made her way down the hall and was stopped halfway when Colin stepped out in front of her from the living room.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to give you a fright." Colin said laughing.

"What are you doing here?" Emily asked abruptly.

Colin looked confused and said, "I'm taking Naomi for lunch, she called me this morning."

"Oh." Emily felt like her heart had been crushed.

"Wow you must have had some night. Its nearly one." Colin said.

"Yeah, it was…eventful." Emily stated.

"Well Nicola couldn't stop raving about you. I gave her your number. Hope that's okay. She said she never had a chance to get it off you."

"Yeah whatever," Emily said, "I need a coffee."

Colin smiled and went back into the living room.

When Emily entered the kitchen, Naomi was at the sink with her back turned towards her.

"Naomi?" Emily said, she could feel her eyes welling up, "What's going on?"

Naomi took a deep breath and turned to face Emily, "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Last night we…"

"It was a mistake ok? I was drunk. It shouldn't have happened."

Emily felt like falling on the floor and crying her heart out. Instead she turned around and headed up the stairs back towards her room.

* * *

Naomi and Colin were at a small café for lunch. Naomi felt like shit. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night. Hearing Emily say that she loved her made her feel more scared than she ever had in her life.

With Colin it would be simple. There would be no deep feelings involved and she wouldn't ever risk getting hurt by him. She looked over at Colin who was going on about some football match he was going to. She had absolutely nothing in common with him.

As a matter of fact, she had never really had much in common with anyone, except Emily. She had never even really been able to talk to anyone as easily as she had with Emily.

Naomi looked down into her cup of coffee and images from last night flashed through her mind. She had had the most mind blowing sex of her life. She had never had great sex, until Emily.

Naomi felt like a light bulb was going off in her head. 'Fuck', she thought, 'This isn't about being gay, it's about Emily. I have the chance to be with Emily. Beautiful, caring, funny, sweet, fantastic in bed Emily. It shouldn't be about gay or straight, it should be about her.'

"Jesus Christ I am such a fucking idiot." Naomi said out loud.

Colin looked at her confused, "Em…what?"

"Oh," Naomi started, "Sorry but this isn't going to work. I think I'm gay. Well I know I'm gay for Emily. Sorry."

Naomi grabbed her coat and ran out of the café leaving Colin sitting alone open-mouthed, "Why do I always pick the lesbians?!" he said, throwing his arms in the air.

* * *

Naomi ran home, desperate to see Emily. When she got in the door she panicked as she stepped inside and saw Emily's keys had been posted through the letter box. She ran upstairs and saw Emily's room was empty.

"Fuck!" she screamed and ran out of the house down the street.

She didn't know where she was going, she didn't even know where Emily's parent's house was, she just kept running. After about ten minutes, when she was out of breath, she stopped and looked around. She had ended up near the bus station and in the distance she could see Emily boarding a large coach.

Naomi charged after the coach but it was beginning to move. She slammed her hand on the side and the driver stopped the coach. She ran up the steps and went to look for Emily but the driver stopped her.

"Excuse me Miss, where's your ticket?" he asked.

"I don't have a ticket I just need to stop my friend."

"Look if you don't have a ticket then piss off." The driver said and tried to move Naomi off the bus.

"Wait!" The driver and Naomi turned and saw Emily standing in the bus aisle.

"Emily," Naomi said, "Please don't go."

"Why not?" Emily asked. Her face betrayed no emotion but Naomi knew she was just trying to be brave.

Naomi looked at all the people on the bus staring at her and suddenly felt extremely nervous. However, if she didn't do this, Emily was going to leave, and she wasn't about to let that happen.

"Look I was a total prick ok. I was just scared, but I realised I don't care. I don't care if I'm a lesbian or bisexual or whatever."

The driver and other passengers on the bus looked at Naomi stunned. The passengers started whispering to one another. Naomi didn't care, she couldn't let Emily walk out of her life.

"All I know is that when I'm with you I feel like I could do anything. You make me feel like a better person and like I can trust you and that you would make me happy. And I would make you happy too I promise. And we can do all the things that they say lesbians do if you want like get a strap on or you know a cat."

Emily laughed a bit at this.

"I don't care. I don't care what we do or what anyone says, as long as you're with me, because…I fucking love you."

Emily ran down the bus aisle and threw herself at Naomi, kissing her lovingly.

A few people on the bus made "aww" sounds and the driver turned and said, "Well now that we have that sorted, have you got a fucking ticket or not?"

* * *

Emily and Naomi walked home together hand in hand. They hadn't said anything to each other since the bus incident and were just content being together. When they arrived home Naomi sat down on the couch exhausted.

"You look knackered." Emily said, sitting on Naomi's lap.

"Well I did a lot of running around trying to find a certain someone." Naomi said and wrapped her arms around Emily's waist.

"Well I hope you saved some energy."

Naomi looked up with a mischievous grin, "Oh yeah, what for?"

"Well, I've got a lot of stuff to move into your room now."

Naomi looked at her wide eyed, "What?"

"Come on." Emily said, pulling Naomi to her feet.

"Fine," Naomi said, "As long as you still pay rent."

"No way," Emily joked, "We'll need to start looking for a lodger."

"Not in a million years," Naomi stated, "I'm not going through that again."

Emily laughed and pulled Naomi up the stairs to her room.

'Wait, no,' she thought, 'our room.'

THE END