Chapter 7
The heart-to-heart with Effy gives Naomi a bit of hope with Emily. After college, she goes round to the Fitch house, only to be greeted by no answer from the door. As she turned around, she came face-to-face with a dejected Emily.
"Don't you ever give up?" Emily said casually.
"Em, we shouldn't be like this, we should be blissfully happy." Naomi suggested.
"No Naomi, the night you told me that being like 'that' in public was the night I realised you didn't want me." "Now, can you just fuck off, I have a splitting headache." Emily said, clearly frustrated by Naomi's former stance. She brushes Naomi aside and opens the door. Sensing an opportunity, Naomi follows her in. As Emily turns around to close the door, her anger continues to boil over.
"GET OUT! Or I'll call the police, I'll get you done for harassment!" said Emily.
"Go on then, what's stopping you!" Naomi responded…."except guilt, remorse, hurt, lust….."
"What do you want?" Emily shouted.
"My election campaign, it is faltering badly and I need your help." Naomi said, pulling a loving expression on her face towards Emily.
Emily took a deep sigh; she knew that she only was getting involved with Cook, to spite Naomi, though of course, she would deny that. It was time to forget what had happened in the past. After all, Roundsview needed a strong president, not a comedy clown.
"There's a bottle of vodka on the kitchen top, bring it up to my room and we can start hatching a plan." Emily suggested.
As she went up the stairs, Naomi remembered something she had said outside.
"I thought you had a headache." Naomi said.
"Yeah, might as well make it worse, eh!" Emily said, giggling as she disappeared out of sight.
Hours later, with the girls giggling the night away and a plan in place, it was crystal clear that Naomi and Emily, now on their second vodka bottle, had way too much to drink.
"I can just see your election campaign message, the speech you will say when you win, in bright lights. Naomi, I'm the chosen one!" said Emily, smiling.
"You know, I thought that might be quite catchy to say." Naomi's response was swift.
"Catchy! I think a real politician might be more interesting!" Emily said.
Naomi was giggling away, taking small sips of vodka, thinking about how dirty and mad this drunken conversation could get.
"Do you think I can win?" Naomi suggested.
"Of course you can, come on Naoms, Cook – I mean he's no competition, I predict a landslide!" Emily said.
"Really, who are you, Mystic Meg?" Naomi responded, leaving Emily in a fit of laughter.
Afterwards, there was an awkward silence between the girls. It was clear that they wanted to take this to another level, if fear didn't start in the way. Naomi broke the silence with a proposition that might get Emily interested or ruin the atmosphere.
"I am going to propose something to you?" Naomi said, moving up from her laying position to face Emily.
"Yeah," Emily said in a slurred voice, as she copied Naomi's movement.
"If I win, it will be down to you? So, here's an incentive as a result…" Naomi said.
Emily doused the rest of the vodka bottle her throat.
"What? Gift vouchers, shopping trip to ASDA!" Emily said.
"Fuck me!" said Naomi
"What, now?" Emily said, in an intrigued voice with a furrowed eyebrow.
"No, when I win the election!" said Naomi
Emily looked at Naomi. She wanted the moment to be now, to take advantage of the situation, not when Naomi wanted to play the game.
"Thanks, I'll have to get back to you, see if I get any better offers?" said Emily.
"Playing hard to get then?" said Naomi
Emily lay back down, wiping a small tear from her right eye.
"Yeah, maybe?" said Emily.
At that moment, Emily went out like a light. Naomi turned to see her snoring away, realising this conversation had gone a little too far.
"Fucking hell!" said Naomi, as she struggled up and crept out of Emily's room, without Emily noticing.
It seemed like things had just got a bit more complicated….
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