Hello :)
It's been a month, I'm sorry! But I do have an excuse involving a loved one in hospital, so I'm sure you can understand how distracted (can't think of a more appropriate word right now so it will have to do) I've been from writing.
However! Here it is, The Party! I do hope you like it and I would love to know your thoughts :) Apologies for any mistakes, I just wanna post this sucker now and let you lovely lovely lovely lovely lovely lovely! lot read it :D
Also, how many ace stories are on here right now? Fantastic stuff.
Eeeeep nervous about this one... please enjoy.
Emily. Emily. Emily. Where the hell is Emily?
Naomi is trundling around Panda and Thomas' booming house party to the best of her ability whilst keeping her senses alert for a hint of red or a curl of deliciously husky laughter.
When her and Freddie arrived they quickly looked, in what they could only guess, was the living room as it had obviously been transformed into an impromptu dance floor. Neither of them could spot either of the women they were searching for and so then tried the kitchen.
Alas, they only found a few very drunk people doing body shots off of each other. Naomi had boisterously shouted her approval of the group's activities but still ordered Freddie to back her out of the kitchen and sent him away with a smack on the arse for luck when he suggested he go upstairs to look for the girls.
This left Naomi on her own mission to search for her mysterious red-head.
She is about to attempt to propel herself along with her injured wrist, even though she is heavenly intoxicated, when Thomas makes his presence known from beside her, his greeting is friendly;
"Naomi! So glad you came! How are you? Not in too much pain I hope, I'm so sorry-"
"It's OK, really." Naomi drunkenly waves his exclamations off, smiling lazily at him, "Let us commence our proper greetings afresh. Hi Thomas, I'm Naomi. Great party!" Why do I sound like a posh twat when I'm wasted?
Thomas beams at her and looks astoundingly grateful at her understanding and maturity. Naomi is passed being fawned over, she just wants this night to be as normal as possible and for everyone to treat her as such.
"Hello Naomi. So glad to meet you. Come, let me show you my house."
Naomi gladly accepts even though she only really came to the party to be with one person in particular, but it's good to be polite and warm to the friends of your favourite person. With this in mind she zealously nods and makes the universally accepted noises of agreeing with your fellow man when she allows Thomas to give her a tour of "Casa Whacker". He explains how he and Panda agreed on their particular house and the process of their various design choices they made together. Naomi finds herself listening eagerly as he shares more and more of his life and eventually how he and Panda had met and fallen in love. Thomas speaks with such sincere deep affection for his girlfriend that Naomi can't help but instantly adore him, even in light of the fact that by day he protects someone very precious to her.
The smile in his words makes the joy he feels from living in a house with the love of his life obvious and sobering. The sentiments make Naomi's eyes water when she thinks about them too hard, she can tell that Panda and Thomas' relationship is beautiful, but it is her own ache to have the same thing with a certain someone that makes the whole thing to her, in this moment in time, tauntingly tragic.
Apparently sensing a lull in Naomi's previously animated drunken chatter with him; Thomas takes the initiative to direct Naomi outside to the garden for some fresh air. They are in the doorway to the back garden when they both see Panda talking softly and reassuringly to a bandaged petite woman with fiery red hair.
Naomi gasps when she sees her, not only does she look insanely beautiful tonight, but the blonde starts to perspire at the sight of her looking so… sexy.
She can't help but stare and then stare some more for good measure, taking in everything about her. How she holds herself, how amazing she looks in tight clothing, how hot she looks when she's pissed off. Wait, Emily's pissed off…?
"Look there she is now!" Thomas points to Panda excitedly, "Oh and she's talking to Emily. Poor Emily; she looks upset. I wonder what is wrong-"
Before Thomas can finish his concerned musings Naomi propels herself towards the pair, preparing herself to offer any kind of service to Emily that will make her feel better.
As she gets close enough she notices a nearly empty Jack Daniels bottle in the redhead's hand and that she's almost propped up on Panda. Naomi's worrying makes her grab her attention,
"Hey Emily," the redhead's previous dark expression when she was talking solemnly to Panda wavers as she hears the familiar angelic voice, she sees Naomi staring up at her with unconcealed concern. The blonde notices that Emily looks as though she is about to cry for a second until the redhead breaks into a small smile instead and sways on the spot.
"Hey" she replies shockingly huskily.
Naomi's eyes close involuntarily at the sound, internally chastising herself for liking it so much, when its clear her voice sounds like that because she's so upset.
"You alright Em?"
Panda and Thomas move away from them altogether, probably to mingle with more people. Leaving Naomi and Emily alone at the side of the modest garden. There are others; Panda and Thomas' friends, drinking and laughing and smoking whilst they sit huddled together on various pieces of garden furniture, unaware of the fragile conversation being took place by two fragile women.
Emily sighs wearily and slumps backwards so she's relying heavily on a wall.
She concentrates on lighting a spliff Naomi didn't know she had before she answers her much too beautiful friend,
"You know that's the first time someone's asked me that?"
"What today?"
"Tonight."
Naomi blinks while she considers Emily's answer, not fully believing it,
"Well answer it then. You alright?"
Emily wishes she was far drunker than her current state, and then maybe she'd have the courage to say the things that definitely needed to be said. She smokes a second more as the wrong words enter her head. No. I'm having the worst time of my life. I'm shit and Effy is even worse.
Eventually she has to look into Naomi's arresting eyes,
"Yeah. I'm Ok. Just, hurting, or something."
Naomi frowns as she thinks she means her injuries and so remembers something from her journey over. She reaches into a compartment in her chair and gallantly brandishes Emily with the Magnum Freddie bought earlier.
"Here, you're supposed to have Ice Cream after a hospital visit and I don't think you got one." Naomi slurs and waves the ice cream around a bit as if it would make her story more credible.
Emily smiles fully for the first time that night and regards Naomi bravely, properly looking at this glorious woman, bandaged and cute and giving her an ice cream because she wants to make her feel better.
Emily reaches out for it dreamily,
"I'm sorry if it's melted…" Naomi suddenly rambles, horrified that her gift will not be quite so lovely liquefied.
"No, no. It's perfect." Emily giggles, "Thank you."
Thank God you're here Naomi. Ironically, you make everything go away.
Naomi hums in satisfaction at making Emily smile.
To Emily it feels as though she is constantly thinking about the possibility of her and Naomi, the when, the how, the if. What if she wasn't ready? What if Naomi didn't want her like that?
She needs to shut her brain up. She's always known this; she's her own worst enemy at times. She swears other people don't think and over analyse this much, envy's them too. Well, maybe Effy, but she seems to handle it. Yeah fucking right. But it cannot be denied that Effy makes decisions and drives to make actions, sets things in motion and never looks back. Moves are made and she lives with them.
Emily hasn't moved in four years.
Emily wonders that all the doubt she feels with her dreams is her own concoction, she is consumed by thinking she's poison, crippling herself and not stopping to realise that maybe Naomi is the cure.
She can no longer deny that Naomi – beautiful, bright, warm, funny, fuckable, cute, modest, smart, adorable, sexy, honest, loving, pure Naomi has moved her in ways she hasn't been able to do for herself in such a long time. She thinks that it must be wrong that Naomi has made her feel immeasurably more alive in these past couple of months then Emily has ever tried to be in four motionless years. In secret she thinks it could be that she was supposed to.
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"I'm serious! Stop laughing!" Naomi tries and fails at getting Emily to cease guffawing at what is supposed to be a heart-wrenching story about a poor sixteen year old Naomi being subjected to the harsh realities of communal living by her batty mother and her numerous strays.
But she doesn't have the heart or inclination to actually make her stop, not when she is able to behold the magnificence of a happy Emily. And in such close proximity. From her position sitting in her wheelchair, with Emily sitting on her lap! she can see the movement of each minute muscle in her brilliant neck as she stretches it to fully express her mirth.
She can feel the curves of her perfect behind fit between her thighs, especially when the red-head can't help but bounce up and down to a song she particularly likes. Naomi notices a lot of the songs Emily hears are her favourite.
She sees surprisingly long legs drape over the armrest and dangle cutely off the side. Naomi hasn't been able to help brush them accidentally when her hand goes to steady the wheel. A few times.
She swears she can feel a feminine hand sometimes ghost across her shoulder and up her neck to finger the small soft blonde hairs at the nape. The thought and the sensation makes her breath hitch every time and a ripple of pleasure so sharp to move through her entire body and settle somewhere so sensitive it causes her to squirm.
Thomas is responsible. Eugh! Not like that! Emily had finished her ice cream and they were enjoying the night together talking and laughing and gradually getting more and more pissed. Mmm love-drunk… Thomas had come back outside to tend to his guests when he complained good-naturedly that Emily looked so drunk she was about to fall over and suggested she sit down immediately. But he caught their predicament when he realised that indeed, there were so seats available. Which is when he divinely suggested Emily sit on Naomi. Sit on Naomi's lap.
Which she did. And Naomi has never seen her so close up before. Or so unguarded for that matter. The alcohol and smoke she consumes is seemingly making Emily forget that she never asks Naomi about the things that should matter. But all of a sudden tonight, Emily is interested in Naomi's background and is asking all sorts of questions about the kind of family she has and Emily asks for all the clues that will tell her why it is Naomi is the person she sees.
Of course Emily has always wanted to know, she has just never asked, never wanted to. Now it is like someone has turned the tap of her pressurized curiosity and all manner of thoughts and desires are gushing out. Her inebriated state has dissolved all of the focus it takes to keep herself in control. All she can focus on now is the pale blue of Naomi's animated eyes as she talks about her other life once spent in Bristol. The redhead is also immensely attentive to the fact that the whole of Emily's left side is pressed completely to Naomi's front.
She loves submerging herself in the feeling so much she nearly misses Naomi's beautiful voice pulling her back to the surface,
"What about you Ems? Do you get to see your family much?"
Fuck it. Naomi thinks. She's already way gone and so am I. She cautiously but boldly places her hand that had been subtly brushing Emily's leg when ever she got the chance, to rest it on the red-head's thigh, just above the knee and starts tapping a random beat with her fingers so as to make it OK.
The beautiful blonde continues slurring wondrously, "They live in Bristol still, I assume. That's where you went to college right? What was that like?"
Naomi looks up at Emily for her answer and she sees she has her eyes closed and is biting her lip quite hard for some reason.
Emily eventually opens her eye, followed by the other and releases her lip making it twang and swell. Naomi gulps silently as Emily shrugs off the inquisition,
"Not much to tell. None of it really matters," she says rather darkly. Although Naomi is sadly oblivious tonight,
"Doesn't matter?" she scoffs, "Of course it bloody does! That's what makes people who they are yeah?"
"I'm lots of things Naomi." The fiery red-head answers hotly,
Naomi looks a little bewildered but has all the same given up trying to get blood out of a stone for now.
"Alright." The blonde dead pans, "I'll only ask the important questions then."
Emily sighs, exhausted trying to protect herself. Although she's seriously considering whether she's actually doing the opposite these days. It only seems to hurt when she keeps things from the blonde.
But she is sated when she hears Naomi blurt, "What's your favourite colour?"
Emily laughs heartily at Naomi's "important" question and plays along. "Blue." She replies. Naomi seems satisfied and sarcastically surprised that she got an actual answer for once.
"What is your favourite food?" she tries again and smiles huge when Emily giggles and answers without missing a beat,
"Anything Italian."
"How many TVs do you have in your house?"
Emily chuckles at the strange question but answers promptly anyway, "three…"
"What's your favourite planet?"
"Mars!" Emily laughs.
"Favourite book?"
Emily smirks and raises an eyebrow, smug with her own cleverness at not falling for Naomi's, lets be honest, obvious trick. The blonde looks as annoyed and exasperated as she did the first time she was fooled, in the shop, what seems like many mornings ago.
"Ugh, for God's-sake!" Naomi playfully slaps Emily's knee at still not having the answer to a very intriguing question.
"Better luck next time." The red-head sings with a cheeky wink.
Naomi is about to try another technique of interrogation, Friends tickle each other right? But out of the corner of her eye she sees Freddie excitedly bound towards her with Effy sauntering in tow. Freddie's eyes are indicating it's time to put their well-thought out plan into action, so he skillfully coerces Emily into accompanying him to the kitchen, under the guise of fetching drinks for the four of them from the kitchen. He gives Naomi a subtle thumbs-up as he goes inside. Naomi is left alone with Effy and she can now begin a different sort of interrogation.
The blonde gazes into steely blue eyes and steels herself – she knows how to handle girls like Effy, she's sorry to say that a short while ago her and Effy had more in common other than blue orbs and dry wit.
Naomi decides to just get right down to it, clears her throat showily, "What are your intentions with my best friend?"
Annoyingly, Effy looks as though she was prepared for this exact moment. She looks so unsurprised that she could have put those words into the blonde's mouth herself. All she does is fold her arms and look blissfully unaffected. As fucking usual.
Naomi's hackles are up but she continues, "Well, no offense," Oh please take offense, "Freddie is a great man, and he really likes you a lot," Naomi swallows the bad taste in her mouth, "so just be careful with him. You seem like the kind of girl who doesn't really do commitment," she air-quotes; God knows why and now she feels like a twat in front of the waif again. She carries on, "and I wouldn't want to see my best mate-" crushed, "-let down… by your …whorish nature."
Naomi had tried to choose her words carefully but then decided that if Effy is intimidated by a glimpse of the bitch that was Old Naomi, then maybe she will think twice about messing Freddie around.
Alas, this only seems to add fuel to the roaring fire, making a smirking Effy say, "I hope hypocrisy isn't too long a word for you to understand Naomi, but you see all this talk about my "Whorish Nature" is a little rich coming from you. Now that I know about your reputation Naomikins."
Naomi swears she can feel all the of blood in her head rush away, but doesn't explain the fact that her whole face suddenly feels like its been branded with white hot heat from the inside. "Wha-what…are you talking about?" she croaks.
"Oh just that this evening Freddie mentioned that you never really had a serious relationship with a- uh… with a person" Effy quips pointedly, "you're a bit of a fuck 'em and leave 'em kinda gal." Naomi wonders briefly if it is possible to pickle in your own shame. Naomi and Freddie had tried to get information out of Effy tonight, and instead Effy knows certain things about her than she would ever want anyone to know. Especially Emily. Oh fuck. "Yeah, he told me that you're quite the charmer, a real heartbreaker."
A blonde head shakes, there's no point in correcting the brunette. Naomi knows who she was but she also knows that ever since moving into Starbooks she's become a better person. She wants to be, so she's changed. Evidence supporting this is that she hasn't slept with anyone since moving into the shop. Truth be told she doesn't want to sleep with anyone. Apart from Emily.
Since the move her eyes and affections have solely been trained on the beautiful red-head from across the street. Naomi is completely swept away by her and she is finding it surprisingly easy not to revert to her old ways by rushing things for a quick fix. It's as if her very core knows that Emily should be treated differently, theirs is a relationship that must be nurtured and prized. She would do anything to keep Emily, in any which way, even if they are destined to be forever friends. What Effy knows and what Effy could reveal to Emily could change everything. And its scaring the crap out of her.
The blonde gulps, throat feels arid, "So, have you told Emily?"
"What would I have told Emily?" the cruel brunette teases,
"Enough Effy. We both know you're a smart girl. Aside from my…past, I know you knew I was gay the minute you saw me," Naomi tests, pretty sure she's never needed to out herself to Effy. She's never really dared to think about that prospect before. A problem buried is a problem solved… Her thoughts are confirmed and she presses on when Effy still looks unmoved.
"So why haven't you told her yet?"
Effy shrugs, "I don't make a habit out of involving myself in other people's lives. I think a more interesting question is why you haven't told her yet."
The brunette's high and mighty smirk is really starting to piss Naomi off.
Naomi rubs her uninjured hand through her blonde tresses, then stresses, "I don't know, it just hasn't come up. She…we don't talk about that kind of thing." She realises she sounds utterly pathetic in front of the irritatingly all-knowing girl.
Naomi thinks Effy sighs but she could be wrong, "Well she wouldn't would she?"
Naomi's heart leaps at these words and the possibility of finally venturing into territory not yet chartered; Emily's past. Emily's mysteries. She must try to get Effy to tell her. She has to know.
She whispers and she cant help it, it's her naturally trying to play it cool, coolly pry, "why not Effy?"
Effy produces a metallic cigarette case and lights up something too small to be a joint, looks intently at Naomi's pleading eyes, "Emily hasn't had a relationship since before we moved here. Since college." Naomi's eyes now look like they could ping out of her pretty head. Effy pushes away the feeling that Naomi's look is annoying. "To get away from all the bullshit."
Naomi can tell that the last part sounds practiced, like Effy reminds herself of it everyday.
Digging a little deeper Naomi asks, "So the bullshit was to do with an Ex in college? Is that why she moved?" Just a little more Naomi thinks excitedly. She also can't help but feel a little niggling sick feeling that Emily should be the one telling her this. That would be better, that would be right. But she is so close to some desired answers about the red-head that she only prays that Effy will keep revealing them.
Effy shrugs again as she stares at the cigarette between her bony digits, "It was lots of stuff. As well as Katie giving her a hard time." For a second Effy thinks she may have said too much, but doesn't give this away in her countenance. She speaks so monotonously that she couldn't reveal anything that tone would.
Naomi can practically taste the finish line, she is unrestrained, "Is Katie her Ex?"
The blonde then witnesses the most amount of emotion she has ever seen from the brunette when she throws her cigarette to the ground in utter exasperation, "I'm bored of your ignorance Naomi, go and find your friend." Effy promptly skulks away with a last eye-roll directed at the blonde, who is left with a reeling mind and even more questions about her Emily than before.
I'm far too drunk for this, Naomi surmises as she can feel tears threatening to spill from the exhaustion of it all.
She makes the decision to find Emily, to just be around her to make herself feel better. She has that effect. She doesn't think she can handle asking any more questions only to have them rejected. Emily and rejection in the same idea makes her stomach gurgle and churn uncomfortably.
Naomi manages to get her self into the house and roam around hazily without hurting her hand too much. She's about to see if Emily is in the lounge when she is purposefully stopped at the entrance by a pair of legs in the way, of which she recognizes to be the incredibly annoying and rude man she was terribly propositioned by on the way into the party. She screams in agitation, which is henceforth ignored by the sandy haired man now bent down to her eye level.
"Alright Blondie?" he chuckles roguishly, "Now I won't keep yah, you look like a woman on a mission, all I wanna know is if you've seen me bird around?"
Naomi makes a face as to indicate he should continue with a description of his "bird"; not being able to justify actually wasting her breath asking such a painfully obvious question because this cretin failed to have the brains to provide her with such vital information.
The rogue catches on, grins with all his teeth as he explains, "Great tits, mint arse, fit skinny bird, you seen her? Where's she at? Been tryin' to find her all night." He scratches his head.
Naomi wonders why any woman in their right mind would want to shag this repugnant man, he couldn't make a girl feel all right if he stapled his tongue to their clit and stood on a cement mixer. She snorts at her own joke and receives a weird look from the man. She scowls at him then before answering, "No I have no idea who she is or where she is so would you please step to the side so I may pass? Thank you!" She puts on a sickly sweet smile as fake as his Fred Perry polo shirt.
He howls and moves away for her to escape but just before she reaches the entrance she sees the gorgeous girl she's always looking for hurrying out of it, her mobile clutched in her hand and pressed to her face. She seems distressed again, much to Naomi's concern.
"What? I can't hear you…But…I…Katie…I want-"
Emily nearly trips over Naomi as she tries to flee the party. She whirls around and looks guilty for not seeing her in the way or for blatantly being about to leave without saying goodbye, Naomi isn't sure which is the answer.
However Emily sees the sandy haired man and nearly drops her phone, "What the fuck are you doing here?" she squeaks.
Naomi could have broken her neck with the speed at which she moves her head back and forth between Emily and the rogue.
"Eh up Red! Lookin' fit as mate!" he lays on. He doesn't mess about however, set on finding what he's looking for, "Where is she then?"
Emily is flustered, caught between her phone conversation, the man's clear intent and Naomi's confused and imploring gaze. Emily panics and heads for the front door, "I don't know!" she almost shouts at the wolfish man. Undeterred he simply tuts and leaves the already fleeing red-head and the baffled blonde.
"Emily! Where are you going?" Naomi calls meekly.
Emily just looks pained and sad and it confuses the hell out of the blonde. She tries to beg her with her eyes to stay. Don't go, I want you here. I want to understand you.
Emily looks down at her own shoes, shakes her head so slightly before turning around and walking towards the front door, ignoring the blonde and sighing into her phone,
"Yeah I'm coming. I'll get a cab and see you there. Yeah…Love you too." And then she leaves the party.
It's not like a slap in the face; the door slamming shut. More like the torturously slow traverse of ice down a once warm neck. Cold trickles through her entire body ending in her belly making it bubble and ache. The tears she had held back feel ready to cascade and she suddenly wants to see Freddie.
The fact that she has spent most of the party looking for someone doesn't elude her as she turns herself around and makes her chair move forward.
She's keeping it together until she sees her best friend. She's almost at the kitchen, her progress slowed somewhat by drunk and giddy people milling, grinding, and dancing all around her and the house, clueless to her crushing mood. But then she is completely shocked into place by what she sees next, right there in front of her; the rogue skipping excitedly towards a skinny brunette girl with her back to him at the counter. The girl is fixing a drink and when she turns around it's Effy looking surprised and then suddenly being kissed and kissing the ecstatic sandy haired man, "There you are, my girl." He says gripping her tightly around the backside and kissing her hungrily, possessively again.
Naomi can't believe it. She wants to throw up. She wants to throttle the fucking bitch. She wants to scream at her until her throat is raw. She can't believe the lies and the deceit and the audacity of her having done this to Freddie. Poor fucking Freddie. She can't watch, she can't let Freddie see. She has to find him and control this. This horrible thing.
Her heart is breaking for sweet Freddie as she turns herself around and frantically whips her head around every which way to catch him, barely hearing Effy say, "Cook! What the fuck are you doing here?". Not a lot is right about tonight, and now her heart is in her throat as she watches Freddie bound down the stairs, unawares and smiling when he sees the blonde.
"Freddie! Wait don't-"
He gets closer and sees the hurt written on his friends' face and all it takes is for him to look up, to see the couple in the kitchen for his own face to mutate into a thousand times the crippling anguish. Naomi watches aghast as her best friends' heart ruptures and tears right before her eyes.
She sniffs and breathes, "Freddie." She takes his shaking hands in hers, her voice cracks then, "She has a boyfriend."
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Everyone left hours ago she realises. This much is clear, party's over. As clear as the mauve sky bringing a new day and as over as the moon.
Tiredness overwhelms her as she jumps from the wall she was climbing over and trudges through Panda and Thomas' back garden, getting to the house the back way.
She senses Effy's temper before she sees her. She's sitting on the table smoking and looking wild, like an injured beast about to lash out in vain because of hurt pride.
She thinks she can smell the disdain in her voice when she gets closer,
"Look at the lap-dog running back, master had enough of you for the moment eh? Did you piss on the rug with excitement because you thought she loved you this time?"
"Fuck off Effy, she was still in town so she wanted to see me for a bit."
"Ha!" Effy rattles hollowly, "Was she drunk?" she flicks her cigarette butt in Emily's direction who missed it by an inch in her still plastered state.
Emily growls at the acerbic brunette menacingly, "I take it Freddie found out about Cook. Enjoy fucking your boyfriend tonight while you think about how only a few hours ago you were with the one you really want. And can't be with again."
She's never wanted to be anything other than herself so much right now. She almost feels sorry or Effy. Almost.
The brunette grins a wicked grin as she swats a solitary tear from her bony cheek,
"I'm telling you Emsy, I don't know why you bother running around after her still, she doesn't want you. You're just too thick to see it." She looks her up and down as if her being there, small and shivering, is painful.
Emily's heart thuds sickeningly as she think that Effy could mean Naomi. But she is proven wrong,
"Naomi however! She is a mystery I think I will finally unveil to you." She drawls dangerously.
"Shut up Effy, I'm going home. Sort your own shit out." She moves to leave, not yet passed the thin girl,
"Wait Emsy!" she laughs, "I thought you wanted to know the preferences of one Naomi Campbell! Wait, I'll tell you!" Effy gets off the table and stalks after her fleeing friend,
"Stop it Effy! I don't want to know!" Emily clamps her hands over her ears and moves more quickly,
Effy grabs her wrists getting angrier, frustrated, "Yes you do! You're just scared!" she's threatening Emily.
"Get off, stop it!" Emily tries to free herself desperately, she doesn't want to know, she is scared. Petrified of the answer. She thinks she will die if the answer is they can never be together. She is terrified of everything that it will mean if they could.
"You have to stop being a coward Emily! You have to do something!" Emily is crying and fighting and gasping as hot salty tears run freely down her face and neck. She thinks she knows, she thinks she's always known. She is helpless as Effy holds her hands strongly, helpless as Effy screams,
"She's gay Emily!"
Emily falls to her knees and cries harder shaking her head, her world is moving, things are changing and she can't stop it, "No! Leave me alone!" she feels like she's choking. Can't breathe. Her sobs are uncontrollable, inconsolable.
Effy sinks down to her level and shakes her until they meet eye to eye, "Emily look at me!" she shouts.
Flailing brown meets the wrong blue,
"She's gay."
Truth. Boom.
...Right? :P Hope you liked it, please review! Please. Fanxxx
