Soooo I didn't just skip 3 whole classes today for no good reason. yaaay.

Anyway, thanks for the alerts and to whoever's taking a chance to read this huge muck-up.

Naomi and Will were seated at a lunch table scribbling down ideas for their next bombing. "…Listen you can't fucking tag up there, it's way too difficult to get up."

"We have to hit up the heavens sometime. It'll get us out there."

"It won't even matter if you actually end up falling and breaking your face on the pavement."

They had been arguing for some time about where they should start their next painting excursion, however, Will was getting a bit too ambitious for Naomi's liking. "I'm not going to help if you're going to act completely insane"

"But-"

"I'll tell you what, we'll get to the underside of one of the bridges over the Decarie expressway and we'll block a large chunk of the area from other artists."

"That's not anywhere near as exciting as getting up to the billboard."

"I don't give a shit."

She put the pen she was holding down onto the table in an action of finality and Will slammed the book he was looking through shut.

"Oh stop sulking."

"No, you always have to be in control of everything, don't you?"

Naomi didn't counter the argument. Will noticed that she had stopped paying attention completely and was looking right passed his head. He turned in his chair to catch sight of what had demanded the blonde's attention so thoroughly. Finally, he spotted the source of interest. Two girls, obviously twins, we were walking into the cafeteria one behind the other. Will turned back towards Naomi and grinned.

"You are so fucking gay, I can't even get over it."

Naomi eyes flew back to look at Will, "What?"

"You were like, mad staring at those girls just now."

Naomi stuck her nose up in indignation, "I was not."

"Was too."

"No."

"Want me to go talk to them for you?"

"Are you insane? They're going to think you're some creepy stalker."

"Well you wouldn't care if you weren't staring at them, would you?." Will got up from his seat and began walking towards the table the two girls had taken seats at. He was just about to tap one on the shoulder when he felt himself being tackled onto the floor.

"Ow! Ow! Are you fucking crazy!"

They began fighting on the floor, rolling over dust and picking up pieces of discarded food with their clothing. Naomi managed to catch a glimpse of one of the two girls rolling her eyes at the scuffle and turning back to the table. The other watched in amusement as Naomi was pinned down by Will. The blond continued trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was futile. Will sat back on his calves and asked "Are you done?" Naomi admitted defeated and sighed, "Yeah." He got off her and helped her up while dusting off her clothes. Naomi hung her shoulders and rolled her eyes at the role he'd taken as her elderly brother. "Are you done touching me?"

"Not quite."

He picked one last chunk of food from her hair, let out a breath and smiled affectionately. He leaned in a bit closer and said in a hushed tone, "I think you got your wish, one of them is undressing you with her eyes."

She turned her head to look at the girls and sure enough her eyes met the lingering ones of the twin she'd been staring at. The girl flushed and turned briskly to face the table once again.

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Naomi closed her eyes and let the deep tones of the voice she was hearing practically saunter into her ear, the low frequency beating gently on her eardrum was particularly gratifying. It was all she could concentrate on; all she could hear. Her mind had been blissfully blank since after the come down from the ingested narcotic and with ease, she had let herself begin the rapturous descent into complacent relaxation.

"Do you remember the first time we saw each other?"

Naomi exposed her eyes to the sombre lighting emerging from the street lamps. One lamp flickered and lost it's spark just as they passed under it.

"Yeah, I do."

"You were having a brawl with some guy and you got the food that I dropped from my tray all over you."

The blond smiled at the memory. "Katie didn't seem too impressed by the fight."

Emily threw her head back and let out a throaty laugh, "I think she was just annoyed that some attractive boy looked like he was feeling you up instead of her."

Naomi swung the bag she'd nicked from Freddie back and forth. The weight of the two bottles was driving the plastic to dig into her hand. She switched the bag from her right hand to her left and stretched the cramped fingers of her right extremity. Her digits tingled as they were no more deprived of blood and her veins steadily guided the vital fluid to pass throughout her hand recurrently.

As silence fell upon them like it usually tended to, Naomi found that the tranquility of the night reminded her of many nights she'd spent painting with Will. In fact, she realised that they were passing one of the places where Will had brought her for one of her first bombings. "Em…do you mind stopping for a second?"

Emily broke her stride and looked at Naomi inquisitively. Naomi did not speak as she leant the bag containing the Goose on a wall and turned down an alley shrouded in darkness. "Nai, where the fuck are you going?"

The blonde shushed the redhead and headed deeper into the alley in an almost trance-like state. She felt as though something was pulling her towards the mural she knew was situated at the far end of the alley. More than that, she felt like someone had entered her body and was guiding her feet along the uneven concrete. A shiver assaulted her body, causing the light hair on the back of her neck to rise to attention. Her breathing quickened the closer she came to reaching the upright surface and the irregularity of her breaths could be discerned by the distance between every viewable exhalation that dissolved into the air. She finally reached the wall, her teeth chattering from the chill that was invading her skin. She came face to face with an unfamiliar white surface. Her brow scrunched severely as she lifted a hand to the wall and dragged her fingers across it. The fresh paint rubbed off onto her hand. She repeated the action a few more times and could see the colour beneath it. Frozen, she swore she heard a voice drift into her ear. They're getting rid of me. "No…" The blonde squatted for a moment, then rose with a rock in her hand. She began to scratch at the insulting concealment. With teeth painfully digging into her bottom lip, she punctuated every rough movement with a muffled, "No, no, no, no, no…"

"Naomi!" Before Naomi knew it, she'd been thrown onto the ground and was thrashing about trying to get whatever was pinning her down off of her. It was becoming hard to breathe and it worsened when she felt the thing straddle her hips and grip her wrists before slamming them above her head. Naomi felt the beast's palm against her neck and the fingers stretching out to reach around her jaw to hold her head in place as it tried to get her to open her eyes. "Naomi!" Wake up. The blonde froze and her eyelids jerked open. Her cloudy eyes quickly became glassy as she stared up at the mesmerising brown that never failed to captivate her. With her breathing coming out in short bursts, she felt the vice Emily had on her wrists loosen. She noticed Emily's breathing was also ragged and remained so as the redhead teetered forward, leaning her elbows upon the pavement on either side of the blonde's head to created a sort of halo around the perimeter of Naomi's apex with her hands connecting at the top. This effectively brought Emily's head down so that her cheek was resting against the blonde's temple and her mouth hovering above her ear. Naomi's breathing synchronised with Emily's as she listened intently to the pattern being expelled across her ear.

When their breathing regulated, Emily slowly lifted the upper part of her body. Naomi followed her movements, resting her own weight on her elbows and their faces remained poised in mid-air, mere centimetres separating them. They concentrated hard on each other, searching for the right action to be performed at the moment. When Naomi didn't move, Emily let out a sigh and she moved away completely before helping the blond get to her feet.

"Thanks." Naomi flashed Emily a tight-lipped smile.

Emily didn't respond but walked around the blond and back towards the entrance of the alley. She watched as the redhead picked up the plastic bag and resumed walking in the same direction like their travel hadn't been interrupted at all. Naomi jogged out of the back lane and caught up to Emily. She wasn't quite sure what to say. A long moment passed before a frustrated noise came from the redhead. "Fuck. Fuck! What the shitting hell was that? Mind fucking explaining to me what that episode was because it was goddamn terrifying to witness!"

"It was nothing. I just…remembered…something."

"Please Naomi, don't even try to bullshit your way out of this."

"I don't know what it fucking was!" the blond snapped. She walked briskly passed Emily and continued down the sidewalk. She heard the redhead's light steps and the shuffling of the bag getting closer and knew this wasn't going to end well.

"How do you not know what that was? You must have some idea!"

Naomi whirled around, "I said I don't. Fucking. Know. Alright? Now just drop it."

Emily dropped the bag to the ground and the glass shattered. Once again, Naomi found herself being overtaken by the tiny girl and she was forced to stop walking.

"Move out of my way."

"No."

"Emily, move."

"No."

Naomi roughly gripped the redhead's shoulders and shoved her to the side, she backed them up until Emily's back was against the closest brick house.

"You just need to fucking stop, Emily. Just go away and leave me alone."

"You don't even really want to be alone…" the redhead began, but flinched when she saw Naomi raise her hand. "You're just too fucking scared to admit it. Come on then, hit me. Hit me." the redhead spat.

Naomi clamped her fist and pulled it back. She swung it forward and noted the way Emily's head turned to the side slightly, her eyes closing in fear, before stopping just short of her face. She unclenched her fist, only to flatten it against the side of Emily's face softly, feeling the subtle trembling of the girl's frightened body. The redhead opened her eyes and allowed them to bore into Naomi's. The blonde's bottom lip trembled and she murmured "You really thought I was going to hit you…" She let her hand slide along the length of Emily's face before letting her arm drop back to her side. She took a step back. "I have to go."

"Naomi…"

"I have to go." For the third time that night, she persisted along the course that led back to her apartment. She didn't look back and when she finally arrived at the door of her eighth floor dwelling, she thumped her forehead against it multiple times. "Stupid, stupid, stupid…"

"Would you stop doing that? I don't want you to like…fall into a coma in addition to that weird fit you just had."

The blond turned her head with her forehead still attached to the entrance and looked at Emily warily.

"Why are you still here?"

"Do you really think I would leave you be after that? Come on, open the door, get inside."

"How did you even get in past security?"

"They eventually start trusting the girl with bright red hair who constantly sneaks in a minute after the bleach blond girl. Just saying."

"You're very annoying."

Emily smirked and gravitated towards Naomi, "You seem to inspire it in me."

Naomi finally unlocked the door and let Emily inside. Before stepping in, she wondered whether this was the best or worst decision she's ever made in her life.