It's little old me again! All of your reviews make my days! Which makes me want to get all of you in bed some how ;) x
I do not own Skins
Naomi's POV
I stumble into the flat looking at my watch which read 11.45am. I had gotten ready at Emily's after her sister Katie cooked us that amazing fry up. The only thing that really had me bothered was the attitude Katie had with me there.
Like, I mean I'm not quit sure how she normally is around girls Emily brings home, but I don't consider myself as just a shag? If I wanted to take things further with Emily, that obviously means I need to get along with her family as well.
But then again Emily would have to actually be my girlfriend if I even wanted t consider getting along with anyone who is close to Emily, like Katie is.
"Naomi? Is that you?" I heard Effy shout from her bedroom. "Yeah on my way up!" I shouted back at her while making my way up the stairs. I was greeted with the site if Effy and Cook laying in her bed all sprawled out. The first and only thing I could think of was what the fuck?
"Naomikins man! Good to see that face again! How're things with red? She's fucking fit eyyy?" Cook asked straight at me only to earn a slap from Effy.
"I ran into Cook at the club last night and figured since you where OUT I would take him back with me. You know, common curiously," Effy said calmly
"Yeah cool...I'm just going to change my clothes then I'm off to Jordan's," and without another word I quickly shut Effys door hearing a faint, "nice seeing ya blonde!" from Cook.
As I searched through my wardrobe I didn't really care what I would be wearing considering all I was going to do was go to Jordan's, smoke lots of spliff and continue with our writing process. We are currently working on a 'How to...and anything related to marijuana' type book.
It was Jordan's idea, obviously, but from what we have both been hearing its what people want! So we are definitely going to deliver. Jordan has a friend as well who's published a shit ton of books having to do with some 'mature content' they like to word it.
When I made up my mind to just throw in a random pair of black skinny jeans, a Marilyn Manson band tee with the sleeves cut off, black on white converse and three my hair in a messy bun. I was ready to go.
As I was on my way over to Jordan's I shot him a quick text just to make sure he wasn't in mid wank or some shit as always,
On my way, don't smoke w/o me twat! -N
Focusing back in the road it was actually still a really nice day out along with the great moor Ems put me in from this morning. Maybe my life was actually going to start going the way I've always wanted it to. Everything seems to be falling into place at last.
Pulling up in front of Jordan's flat I got out and made sure the car door was locked. Walking over I buzzed 416,
"Hmm?" Jordan said through the speaker
"I texted you I was on my way! LET ME IN AND STOP WANKING!" I practically shouted into the speaker.
"I know it's you imoan, chillax come in!" Jordan replied back. Ad fucking hell I hate that nickname. He gave it to me in the seventh grade when we had met. Jordan tapped me on the shoulder in algebra and whispered 'your name spelled backwards is imoan, care to show?'
Making my way up the usual stairs to Jordan's door, I didn't even bother knocking I just let myself in,
"Naomi, oyyy! Come finish this spliff yeah? Tis sum wicked shit right here!" He said while laying sprawled out on the sofa with a few beer bottles on the floor besides him. "I'm pretty sure I get to finish this because you called me fucking imoan tosser!" I replied back yanking the spliff from his lips.
Jordan sat up straight away making room for me in the sofa. Today he was dressed in as usual, black extra tight jeans and a blue tee shirt with a pot leaf and under the pot leaf it said I'm vegetarian.
"Nice shirt," I said to him once after taking a drag off the spliff. A huge smile formed on his face and he stood up making sure the shirt was on full show for me. "Yeah? I saw em online and I couldn't resist! Oh! Right back!" He said running out if the living room into some other.
What the hell has gotten into him? I thought to myself while finishing the rest of the spliff.
A few moments later Jordan re appeared with a package and telephone in hand. "I couldn't resist not getting on fer my stoner in crime!" And with that he tossed the package my way. Once I opened it, it revealed the same shirt Jordan had on.
"Yah! Thanks, it's sick! Fucking love you!" I said standing up enveloping him in a giant bear hug. "Yeah yeah, love you too Nai." After I removed my shirt and replaced it with the once Jordan just gave me I couldn't resist in not taking a picture with him. We just looked to damn adorable.
Once we came back out of his bathroom after about a billion mirror pictures we plopped back down onto his sofa, while he started packing a bowl.
"Also Nai, Marcus is going to call! Sent em what we've got done so far of the book," Jordan said to me after taking his fair share of a bong rip, coughing a bit at the end too. Pussy
I was in mid milking of the bong as Jordan told me this news. It was like music to my ears, we actually might be getting fucking published! "Yeah he just told me he'd call round 1.30."
If this was actually going to happen I couldn't even begin to think of the new possibilities for the two of us. I wouldn't have to work for that fucking twat Louis anymore and Jordan wouldn't have to sneak around selling skunk to sixth grade kids.
After a few more bowls Jordan's home phone started to ring...
"ANSWER ANSWER YOU ARSE HAT, hurry!" I screamed at him while he scrambled around the sofa cushions looking for the phone. Once he found it he pressed the answer button
"This is Jordan,"
"Mmhm. Uh huh. Yes, yeah" is all Jordan kept saying. The conversation had me biting my nails down to the point where they didn't even exist anymore. I motion for him to out the phone on speaker because I just wouldn't handle it much longer.
"Which is why I just need you and to please finish the book. I'm very interested in publishing this." The man on the end of the line said.
"Yes of course sir. Well get on it straight away thank you so so much. Have a lovely evening" then Jordan hung the phone up. As if on que we both jumped up and started dancing around in circles. Soon he picked me up and started spinning around.
The excitement was so much this was what the both of us have been working for since fucking college! "NAI, we have got to go out and celebrate tonight! Call that bird er yours n Stonem I'll call Feds and Tommo! It's my treat tonight!"
When I was finally able to register what Jordan was saying I knew straight away Emily would hopefully be alright with coming out with us tonight, fuck it maybe I can even tell her to bring Katie along! This is all fucking perfect.
"Yeah definitely! Ems has got a twin as well I bet she wouldn't mind some Jordo juice," I said to him making his face flush bright red. I loved that about Jordan, he never goes as far as fucking em and leaving em, but he does get in there. He has this special drink he brings with him when we all go out but no body knows what it is but after three sips you'll be off your fucking face.
We spent the rest of the afternoon just smoking and having a beer here and there when I finally decided to text Emily,
Where going out to celebrate something special tonight. Please come? XxN
Before I could even place my phone back into my pocket to hit the bong Jordan was passing me my phone beeped,
I'd love to. Where should I meet you babe? xE
"Make sure you tell er to bring that sister," Jordan said in between his coughing fit
Ill get you around 10 and bring Katie too. I have a friend who'd love to meet her. XxN
Once I she replied back saying she would and they'd see us later tonight both Jordan and I couldn't wait until tonight. He also showed me his stash of this he's been saving for a special night, which worked out perfect for tonight. Gotta love him!
We both sent off texts to our other mates telling them to meet us at the usual spot for some big celebrating, which they obviously all agreed in.
Another good night in store, hopefully.