I've not written in forever, but I actually loved writing this. Skins fever is hitting me, and the build up of Skins 4 is completely inspiring me to write. This is dedicated to my Harley because I adore him. All mistakes are my own. I'm too lazy to read through it again, and I don't have a beta. I don't own Skins no way no how, and I love Lily Loveless.

This chapter is split into two parts, for no reason other than it's intended to be one chapter but it reads much better as two. :)

Remember to review because it genuinely makes me happy.

Previously in Lies Our Parents Told Us; Gina and Rob confess to having a 'thing' years ago, and admit that James is Gina's child. Emily and Naomi break up after Emily has issues with technically being Naomi's sister even though it's not blood related.

The first week since she spoke to Rob Fitch was the hardest. Knowing that Rob finally had Naomi's back; knowing that someone apart from herself knew that she and Emily were destined to be together forever.

College was the worst, sitting in class, only a few tables away from each other with Emily refusing to make eye contact; looking anywhere but where Naomi needed to. Her eyes.

Naomi knew if Emily saw her eyes she'd crack. Emily never could resist her eyes. Her eyes had the ability to convey all of Naomi's feelings in one glance if she wanted to.

She had spent years training her them to glaze over and be cold. Numbingly cold. And for a while it had worked and then Emily came. Came and pulled down the brick wall around her, one by one.

It's the eyes that Emily had fell in love with first. Emily had told her that once. The deep thumping in her chest whenever Naomi's eyes locked with hers. The burning much much further south whenever Naomi's eyes sparkled with laughter. The way the colour changed from a blistering azure to a drowning navy blue when Naomi got a bit hands on, and the way the sparkle faded when Naomi cried.

It's the eyes.

The fucking eyes.

Emily doesn't make eye contact, instead spends the morning sitting with Katie and Cook laughing about something. Facing with her back to Naomi.

Naomi spends the morning observing her rather than reading about Othello, wondering if she actually is happy. If breaking up was really the best thing for her.

It's only after the lesson she realise she does absolutely no work; instead gawping at Emily, and ignoring all of the class discussions. She has an assignment based on the work, but she doesn't care. She'll probably ace it anyway. She's smarter than all of those fuckers in there.

She's still sitting there after the lesson had finished.

She doesn't bother rushing to her locker as it is only outside the room, and Emily would still be there with the rest of the gang instead flicks through her phone scanning through photos of her and Emily taken over the summer.

"Cook, stop being an arse, give me my folder back" Katie laughs standing on her tiptoes trying to reach the folder from his grasp.

"Only if you suck it like a good girl."

"Oh you wish." Katie replies and swats him around the head with her bag. Takes her folder with her other hand after he cowers. "Thanks, dick."

"We're late for Kieran's lesson... Late. Late. Late. Late."

"JJ, you're getting locked on." Emily tells him with a shrug of the shoulders. She smiles as his eyes eventually snap back to hers, and takes a deep breath.

"Yes, yes. Sorry Emily. But we really should be going."

"Yeah, we will, Jay. Don't worry about it mate." Freddie tells him, ruffling his hair up roughly and linking hands with Effy. Effy turns away, still attached by the hand and sighs.

"Um, is that Naomi in there?" JJ asks to no one in particular. He doesn't like to mention Naomi in front of Emily. Not since the break up. They hadn't meant to choose Emily over Naomi, but Naomi made it clear she wouldn't hang around with them while it is still frosty.

"Yeah, yeah. That's Blondie." Cook tells them peering through the door of the classroom.

"Things still fucked up, I take it." Effy says blandly not really waiting for a response, instead walks to Kieran's classroom alone.

Emily sighs, and brushes her hair out of her face. She feels guilty, but can't bring herself to make her way into the classroom.

"Here. Let me. You guys go to class." Katie offers.

Emily looks aghast before nodding. It's the best option of Naomi knowing how she feels without having to do it herself. She actually trusts Katie to be soft about it. Not to hurt Naomi too much.

That's the thing about Katie. She finally understands the love between Emily and Naomi. Finally, now she knows just how fucked up it is.

"Hey." She offers.

Naomi jumps and snaps her phone shut quickly. Turns in her seat and wipes her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

Naomi bites her lip and contemplates telling Katie no. Thinks about telling her every little pain going through her mind. She doesn't.

"Yeah. Fine."

Katie stifles a laugh before pulling a chair out, and sitting down opposite Naomi, on the other side of the desk.

"Well, I'd believe that but you're sitting in a classroom…alone, after the class has finished, flicking through your phone, with red eyes…"

"Whatever." Naomi replies bluntly. She doesn't know why she's surprised. Katie was never one for tact.

"Dad said that you called the other week…he said… you were broken…"

Naomi rests her chin on her hand and picks at the corner of the table where some shitty year 12 had probably set alight to the plastic to try and peel the plastic layer off.

"And?"

"And…I'm sorry… and also … hang in there."

Naomi laughs loudly.

"Hang in there? The love of my life dumped me, and is avoiding me, I feel like my life is over, and you're telling me to hang in there."

Katie sighs. "Listen, yeah? Don't be such a… Ugh don't be so…you. "

"Oh thanks, Katiekins."

"God, would you just fucking listen to me like yeah?"

"What, Katie? Why am I supposed to hang in there? Why won't you just let me fall apart in some fucking peace? Is that too much to ask for? Why aren't you threatening me for hurting your sister? Why aren't you blaming me that my mother got pregnant by your father? Isn't that my fault too?" Naomi snaps. She's on the verge of tears. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, and sniffles.

"Fucks sake. Why are you such a div. Look I'm on your side, you fucking cunt. You and Emily made sense, believe it or not. I know that, you know that, dad knows that and believe it or not Emily does. She just doesn't realise it. Daft cow."

"Well no offence Katie. But as much as it means to have you and your fathers acceptance, it kind of doesn't matter if I don't have Em." Naomi is full blown crying now. Her mascara smearing down her nose and cheeks curtosey of her tears.

"Wipe your face, blow your nose and get the fuck up and get to class. Stop moping, yeah. Emily will only realise she misses you when you are acting like the Naomi she knows, not this soppy git of a cunt. Okay?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because she loves you. She never stopped talking about you. She used to smile, and laugh and she was actually interesting. Now, shes quiet, she cries herself to sleep when she thinks I'm asleep, and she sobs at soppy fucking love stories. Fucking ruined The Notebook for me, she has, I'm telling you. She loves you. God knows why. I mean, sure you're not bad to look at when your hair is styled and when you're not scowling like an ugly fucker, but seriously. You're wearing a fucking pig. Who the hell does that."

"That was almost heartfelt then Katie."

"It was truly heartfelt. I really fucking hate that pig."

They make their way into the girls' bathroom. Katie redoes Naomi's make up. First time Naomi rubs it off, and swears at her. "Jesus, you made me looking like a fucking hooker."

"No I didn't. That's how I do mine." Naomi doesn't reply just smirks.

"Oh. I get it. Very funny." Katie scowls.

Naomi finishes off her eyes. And checks herself out in the mirror.

"Do I really look stupid in this?" she asks checking out her outfit. Turning on the spot looking from different angles.

"Yeah. No offence or anything like but you dress like an Oxfam reject."

"Nothing wrong with Oxfam."

"Not saying there is. Just if you do go there…at least fucking look for clothes. Don't just pick up the first shit you find. Otherwise…"

She takes a look at Naomi and gestures.

"Otherwise this happens."

Naomi doesn't reply to the latest insult. Just frowns at herself in the mirror, picking at all of the imperfections she sees.

"Here…what size dress are you?"

"12."

"This should fit you." Katie says reaching into her bag and pulling out an emerald coloured sweater. "Take off the farm animals, put this on. It'll suit your eyes. Plus it'll give you a mint cleavage."

"Katie, I don't want to…-"

"- Do you want Ems back?"

"Yes but-"

"-No buts. Just put it on, bitch."

When Naomi comes back from the cubicle. Katie smiles broadly. "That's not bad. You don't pull it off as good as me, but it's not bad. Here. Take your hair out and I'll fix it up for you."

Naomi pulls her hair from her loose hair band, and lets it fall free. "I love your hair. It's better than mine. So fucking soft and glowing." Katie says fluffing Naomi's hair and brushing it straight of her eyes giving her a side parting.

"Okay. Turn round, let's look at you."

Naomi turns around, and bites her lip and instinctively puts her arms up to cover her now on show cleavage.

"No no. Arms down by your sides."

Naomi complies and looks at Katie directly. "Well?"

"Fucking mint, Campbell. You actually look decent."

"Think Ems will like it? "

"You know Ems. She's like a rabbit on heat. Your tits are out. She'll have a fucking field day."

Naomi giggles slightly before her nerves take over her body. "Thanks Katie. This means so much you know."

"I know. Ems means a lot to me, and you mean a lot to her."

Naomi smiles warmly and embraces Katie in a hug.

"Come on then, slag. Lets get to class. Better late than never, right?!"

"Sorry we're late Kieran…something came up."

"Do what you fucking want. It's not like I'm a teacher or anything." Keiran moans before making his way back to the board and reading some bollocks off of it before sighing and sitting down and reading the paper instead.

"Fucking hell, Blondie. Fucking mint, babes." Cook calls out before wolf whistling.

Naomi laughs before flipping him the finger.

"Breasts. Boobs. Tits. Firm. Juicey. Oh bobbins" JJ says snapping his head away instantly.

Freddie just smacks JJ around the head and smiles at Naomi.

"Whizzer. Look at the bongos on Naomi there, Ems. No wonder you did the funky gibbon with her. I wouldn't mind." Pandora quips up.

"Jesus Christ." Emily mumbles under her breath. Her cheeks flushing red before forcing her eyes back to her work. "Fucking hell."

Katie and Naomi sit down together. Katie smiles and whispers to Naomi. "Told you, you looked mint. Practically gave Jay a boner." She laughs and Naomi can't help but laugh.

She turns her head and sees JJ sitting there red faced muttering "Bobbins" over and over.