A/N: hi guys! Thanks for the review. Anyone heard of series 7? Its gonna be so cool. More info just got updated on the e4 site, so check it out. Anyway, here's the next chapter. I really appreciate the reviews, they never get old, I never tire of reading them, anonymous or logged in, I don't care, but please keep following, favourting, all that. Thanks loads. By the way, just so you're not confused, this chapter is a little bit into the character's past, just so you can see and learn a bit about them, since I haven't introduced the rest of the Fitch Family, and a bit into Naomi, why she moved, her family, and maybe her friends back in wherever she came from, which you don't know yet, but will be in the next chapter, I sooo swear. Maybe she'll meet some new Skins cast, and I'll make up a few of my own characters. But this chap has a bit of Katie and Cook, and it's supposed to be seriously funny. But, you want to read this now, I'm assuming, so, I'm going to head off and let you enjoy. Thanks guys!

Previously: "I guess I'll have a couch buddy." Naomi says, confident, but sheepishly at the same moment. What am I gonna do? I've got Katie on my back, and I'm spending the night at a fit blonde's place.

It's 9.42 P.M. and Naomi and I are huddled on the couch, watching some cheesy scary movie that I couldn't give two shits about, because I'm focused on the Sleeping Beauty next to me, trying to control myself, even as daft as it seems.

Warnings: Not much.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Naomi's POV

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Her face is the best thing I've ever seen. I could compare it to a shitload of other things. Like Garibaldi's. I fucking love those, but I'd rather set fire to three packages than say I prefer them over Emily. She has what Garibaldi's don't. A pretty face, red hair, and deep brown eyes. Garibaldi's aren't shit next to Emily. I'm leaning in over the arm of the couch, staring at Emily while she sleeps. Hey, it's not creepy. She just happens to be in my house, and I'm making the most of it. That's okay, right? The curtains are open and bright sunlight is streaming through, lighting up every single part of Emily and her face. The telly is off, no reason why it should be on, seeing as it would just wake her up from her slumber, and the party would be over. Not that I don't like Emily when she's awake, but seeing her like this, is pure, and just so natural. So I walk over to the kitchen counter, after silently slipping off the couch, making sure my body, leaning two inches over hers, didn't crash into the other girl.

I move toward the counter is small, quiet, steps, pick up my iPhone off the counter and take a picture of Emily while she's sleeping, leaning so close toward her, that even if one breath was too loud, it would wake her up. I snap the picture and the sound effect of a flash goes off and she stirs, turning her head to the side and fixating her legs so that they're poking out. Her toenails are a bright blue colour, painted, and very glossy. The blue is soulful and restless, twinkling with very few bits and pieces of shattered indigo elements. The colour is familiar as I kneel down on the carpet, and crawl a bit closer toward Emily's foot. They remind me of my own. Emily did say her favourite colour was blue, just like my eyes. Maybe I'm reading too far into it, but maybe, just maybe Emily painted her nails that special kind of blue, because they match mine. Or maybe I'm being a prick again, just thinking that because Emily and I have kissed, that she likes me, that she might want to date me. I can't remember how long I've known her, probably a few weeks, and I feel so fucking silly!

Stop kidding yourself, Naomi Campbell. You're being a twat. I shuffle up to my feet and sit next to her, taking a lost fag from underneath the couch, light, and inhale.

Emily's POV

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It's Saturday night, and I couldn't help but think that Katie seemed a bit pissed that I was spending all my free time with Naomi, so I invited them both to a pub for a bit of fun, after she'd left me several voicemails and texts saying what a shit sister I was that we weren't hanging out together. So I gave in and invited her, and now we sit in awkward silence in my SUV, Naomi and Katie in the backseat, me driving. She insisted that neither one of them got to sit in the front with me, because they needed to "work out the little mess that happened a while ago" and Naomi seemed a bit frightened so she let it go and sat in the back with Katie. Naomi also said that she hadn't met anyone new but me and the exception of Katie while she moved here in Bristol, so I asked my cousin Cook to come round with us. We pulled up in front of his flat, and I put him on speaker and I was driving as my phone rang.

"Who the fuck's this?" A deep and scruffy voice called out.

I smiled and said happy, "Cousin?"

"EMILIO!" Screeched back out from the speaker, crackling from the loudness.

"We're out side, Cousin."

"Right, I'm bringin' my arse down." He hung up.

Cook bounds through the stairwell we can all see above us and briefly reaches into his slack's pocket and pulls out of a fag. He grins at the sight of us waiting for him. "Hey, babe." He says, opening up the passenger seat and sitting down in the seat. He looks up in the rearview mirror and he chuckles. "Katiekins! Looking fit as fuck, yeah?"

"Fuck off, Cook," She says, acting like she hates it when he compliments her, "We're blood, that's nasty,"

"Ah, you love me. And hello to you, too, babe. You're Emily's bird, yeah?"

"Er…" Naomi stutters.

"We're friends; leave it at that, Cookie." I cut him off as I pull out of the parking space, and drive off in search of the pub.

"Right," Cook shouts, "It's fucking boring in here, yeah? Let's fucking rumble!"

I slam the door shut to the driver seat and buckle Naomi into the front, her head rolling round. Jesus Fucking Christ. They're all drunk. Everyone but me, probably because I'm fucking responsible. Even though there was that time in London… I look in the rearview mirror, "Fuck off, guys. I'm taking you both home back to Cook's."

Katie and Cook giggle and call me a 'fun sponge' and then decide to tell me I should 'fuck off my on my porridge' because it's making me a grumpy old bitch. What the fuck? I start the car up and Katie's having a hard time clicking her seatbelt, and cook's got it wrapped round his forehead. Naomi's sleeping and starts to shift in the seat as we drive away.

"Get your flat arses out." I tell them, half jokingly, half serious. A drunk Katie and Cook aren't my two favourite elements. Katie stumbles up the stairs and Cook shouts at her, "I'll race ya, Red!" And dashes up the stairs three at a time, almost falling over his two feet and Katie is walking slowly, back hunched. What cunts. I make sure they get in, though, safely because I love them both.

I bring Naomi back up from my car; she's swaying slightly, singing the theme song to Danger Mouse and nudging me to sing with her. I smile at her cuteness. I lead her up the last two steps of the staircase, lightly moving back and forth from Naomi's unstill feet. I stick the key in the lock and turn, but it doesn't budge. Her head is resting on my shoulder, which is a bit awkward because she's at least three inches taller than me, so she's slouching a bit. I turn it again, this time harder and hear a slight metallic snap. I pull the key out of the doorknob and examine it.

"Fuck!" I scream out loud, noticing a bit of the key has bent at the tip. Where the fuck were Naomi and I going to stay? "What are we gonna do, Naomi?" I rhetorically ask her, our backs sliding down the wall. She laughs and then drunkenly rolls her head over to meet mine, "Call Mum." And then bursts into a fit of laughter. I furrow my brows. "Sorry," She laughs again, trying to hold it in, and then deciding against it, "It's just-" She chokes out with laughter, "Your face is all-" Then she starts laughing uncontrollably, arms flailing about and accidentally smacking me on the right cheek. I sigh roughly. "Gina it is, then." I say to no one, feeling defeated. The last person I would want to speak to, and or see is Gina Campbell. She already thinks I'm dating her daughter. But, she's also kind and nice. Fuck it, let's see how it goes.

After getting Naomi to sloppily spill out her mum's address, we've made it and I knock on the door, Naomi's throwing her arms round my waist and planting a kiss on my cheek, and I blush. The door immediately swings open to reveal Gina Campbell, in all her glory, short blond hair bustling about, in boy shorts and an oversized shirt. She opens up the door and smiles, and I realize how unclothed she is.

I immediately look away from her and put a hand over my eyes. "Good morning, Gina. Fuck, I mean night. Shit! Erm- your daughter, er, Naomi's a bit-" She cuts me off with, "Intoxicated? Oh dear, I've seen it all. Please come in."

She steps away from the door as she holds it open for us and tells me to take the room upstairs, directly in front of the steps. Naomi's legs aren't moving as much as I'd like them to but she finally wakes up for more than ten seconds and slurs, "My old room! Where did- wait, Emily, how do told you I live where?"

"You told me, remember, Naomi?"

She pretends to think as I set her down on her old bed and giggles loudly, while I survey the room. It has dark blue paint on the walls, a poster for all four walls, each a different coloured picture of Albert Einstein sticking his tongue out, clearly painted by Andy Warhol. Her bed had yellow sheets, messily crumbled up, a black and white polka dot pillowcase in the center. "Was this your old room?" I ask her, still facing the Einstein posters and not looking at her. I turn around, and she's fallen asleep.

"Fuck it." I mutter. I kick off my shoes and take a spot on an armchair in her room, falling asleep after a few moments of silence.

I wake up to the sound of English weather, the rainy kind, pissing down on the windows. And to the sound of someone wailing like a fucking banshee. I stir a bit, and remove some of the yellow covers and sheets off me, and sit upright, listening to the hollowed noise downstairs. I quickly slide off the bed and crack open the once closed door and peak out. There, Naomi is, clad in a red Sex Pistol tee with the sleeves cut off, and even baggier sweatpants, blonde curls kept a-tame in a purple hair tie, mismatch brightly coloured socks, still wearing the adorable Harry Potter glasses, hairbrush in left hand, standing on top of the couch in the living room, singing to her hearts content. Then I realize that it's super cold, and my shirt is oversized. What I'm wearing doesn't belong to me, and hopefully it's Naomi's. I tug one corner of the big black shirt I'm wearing and sniff it, it smells just like Naomi, and I'm swimming in the oversized as well polka dot green boxers. Now Naomi's jumping round and spinning in circles singing something along the lines of:

Fish swimming round in the beautiful sea

Aquatic ocean belongs with me

Baby, why can't you see?!

Then she drops down to her knees and releases the brush with a thud, and makes electric guitar sounding noises, probably a solo. I'm smiling so much, and it hurts a bit, and I open the door a bit wider to see more, but the door is looser on its hinge much more than I thought, and it swings open, revealing loud creaks, and it almost slams into the wall before I catch it, blushing.

Naomi's eyes bug out of her face.

"Ahem… Wow. Well, that was weird… Me, I mean, I'm a psycho. Fuck!" She looks down at her feet and blushes as well, but even more than me. "Erm… coffee?" She asks, not bothering to look at me, removing her glasses and wiping off the fog that had accumulated.

I trot down the stairs, and I can see her eyes making contact with my own chest.

"Yeah, coffee."

A/N: Again, please tell me how you felt about this chapter, and WHAZZAH! It's over 2,000 words so that's great. Special shoutout to makinmonkey for PMing me and telling me how much she enjoyed my story, and please tell me what you'd all like to see. I'm still working on Emily's bit of a secret; the next chap might be a bit of character background, maybe a bit of Pandora ;). And how about the 10th chap of EOC, huh? EXCITED! I wonder what our story will look like in ten more :P Anyway, thanks for reading, guys, pelase keep doing that, and so forth. Keep following+favourting+reviewing, love you guys!

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