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Chapter Eleven.
Naomi's POV
"Ems, do you mind if I grab a shower before we go? I kind of reek of booze from the party."
"No, of course not, I was actually wondering if I could take one too?"
Hmm, the temptation to ask Ems if she'd like to save water and shower with me is huge. Bad Naomi, stop thinking with your fanny for a minute, would you?
"Alrighty then, I'll be right back. You can go through my closet and try to find some clothes; there should be something in there to fit your tiny self."
"Oi! I'm not that small!"
I just crook my eyebrow at the redhead and smirk.
"Fine... I'm kind of short."
"Exactly Fitch, now find something to wear and I'll be back before you know it."
When I'm through with my shower I stand naked in front of my bathroom mirror. I feel happy, like so purely content.
Jesus Christ though, I look like I was attacked by a bloody vampire, what with all of my giant new hickeys. I towel off my hair and throw on the clean sports bra and knickers I had brought with me into the loo.
"Emily Fitch, I hope you know that it looks like you attacked me las- oh shit, sorry."
I'd opened the door from my ensuite just in time to see Emily's naked back get a loose jumper thrown over it. She turns around at my voice and smiles, her eyes clearly saying 'you've seen more than that, don't worry'.
"I found these shorts and a jumper. I stole a pair of your knickers, hope you don't mind. Unfortunately, we don't match up in the chest department so I'll be going braless."
I just stand there with my mouth open as she skips past me and closes my bathroom door behind her. I remember to move once I hear the water cascading down from the shower-head and set off to find an acceptable outfit. I settle with a pair of faded light blue skinny jeans, the ones with an obnoxious red paint splatter from the time Cook had pushed me arse-first into a bucket of paint. I grab another one of my home-made vest tops, this one white with a black stencil of Elvis's face winking on the front. Lacing up my grey vans and running a hand through my mostly-dry blonde hair, I snatch my light-knit white beanie from my desk and pull it over my head. Fuck making an effort with my hair, it's a bloody lost cause anyway. I'm applying a little bit of eyeliner in that wing-shaped style when the bathroom door reopens and emily emerges from a puff of steam clad in only my little blue shorts and a towel. Her hair is a dark cherry red now that it's wet, and she looks fucking stunning.
"Looking good, Naoms. I'm lucky to have such a fit girlfriend."
"Damn right you are, can't be seen with some ugly tosser now, can you?"
She laughs and it makes my knees weak.
"Exactly, now if I could borrow a hairband that would be lovely."
"Sure thing, babe" I turn around to retrieve one from the top of my dresser, and when I'm back to my previous position my mouth falls open again.
"Fucking hell, Ems! You did that on purpose, you cheeky cow."
She's laughing as she stands bare chested in front of me, running her towel through her hair.
"Maybe I did, it's fun to get a reaction out of you, Campbell."
"Well congratulations, now put that fucking jumper on before you get more of a reaction than you bargained for!"
Emily's laughing as she pulls on my oversized grey and yellow striped jumper. Fuck, that thing was big on me, so unsurprisingly it nearly goes down past the hem of her shorts. Adorable.
She pulls her still darker-than-usual hair into a ballet dancer's bun on top of her head and slips her shoes back on. With a wide smile she asks if I'm ready to leave and I confirm with a chaste kiss. We gather our belongings and I grasp her hand in mine, leading her down the stairs, and of fucking course, my mum is stood in the kitchen.
"Why hello dears! Who do we have here, Naomi?"
Christ, shoot me now. I sigh.
"Mum, this is Emily, Ems, this is my mum."
"Nonsense! Call me Gina, please. Now could I offer you two a cup of tea?"
"Yeah no, we'd love to stay mum, but breakfast awaits."
A frown crosses her bright face, oh well, it's not like she had any reason to think I'd actually take her up on her offer.
"Oh, alright then. Have fun you two!"
"Right, bye mum" I kiss her lightly on the cheek in apology.
"Bye Gina, it was a pleasure meeting you!"
I'm pushing Emily out the front door and grabbing my longboard when I see my mum mouthing 'I like her!' to me. Bloody hell, she is so fucking embarrassing.
We're walking to the coffee shop at the end of my street when Emily talks.
"Well, she seems lovely."
"She's a cliche, but I guess she could be worse."
Emily smiles at my answer and continues to swing our hands between us. I've got her hand in my left and my longboard tucked under my right arm. I'd usually carry it behind my back using both arms, but I'll deal with the strain if it means that I get to touch my Emily.
"Here we are, then." I open the cafe door with a jingle and place my board against the wall.
Once we're both settled at a table I motion towards the waiter, "Hey Chris! Wanna tell Jal to cook up two of the usual?"
"Sure thing, babe!" The waiter, Chris, replies. He was good friends with Effy's older brother, and now him and his fiancée Jal run this bakery.
"So you're an avid customer?"
"Mhm, they've honestly got the best food here, and the fact that I get a discount doesn't hurt."
Emily smirks at me before asking what 'the usual' consisted of.
"Scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, coffee, and orange juice."
"Perfect, I'm bloody starving!"
"Be patient, Emsy, everything in good time."
I'm met with a scowl from Emily, but it quickly turns back in to a sweet smile. Even her angry face is adorable, oh god, be still my heart.
I can't help leaning across the table and kissing her lightly on the mouth. When I settle back down in my seat I watch a grinning Chris walking over with two plates of steaming food.
"alright, ladies? Who's your friend, Nai?" He tries to wink flirtatiously at Emily but fails magnificently when Jal tosses a ball of crumpled paper at the back of his head.
"Hey Chris, this is Emily, my girlfriend. Ems, this is Chris, an old mate of mine."
She shakes his hand delicately and they exchange pleasantries.
"Didn't know that you had it in you to settle down, Blondie. You see," he's talking to Emily now, "Our Naomi was a bit of a love 'em and leave 'em kind of girl. I'm glad to see she's finally happy."
Chris pulls off my beanie and ruffles my hair before tugging it back in to place over my eyes and walking off, throwing one last wink in Emily's direction.
"Tosser..." I mutter under my breath, trying to fix my hair.
"Love 'em and leave 'em, eh, Naoms?"
I blush and grimace, "Yeah, uhm, sorry about that... I've never really been one for relationships, you know."
She smiles at me again, "I understand, and I'm happy that I get to be the exception to that."
Words aren't needed, so I give Emily a peck on the forehead before shovelling my eggs onto the toast.
By the time we've finished, our plates are spotless. I guess first date jitters and heavy make out sessions work up an appetite.
"What are your plans for the rest of your Sunday, Ems?"
She checks her phone quickly and sighs.
"I promised fucking Katie that I'd go shopping with her. Fuck knows why I'd agree to that."
I frown quickly at the fact that I wont be spending the rest of the day with her before remembering that I also had plans.
"Shit, you just reminded me Ems, I told Freddie and Cook that I'd skate with them today."
"No worries babe, now I don't have to feel bad about leaving you on your lonesome."
We get up and Emily pays our pill, much to my chagrin, and then we're outside the cafe.
"I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"
"Of course, alright Nai, Katie is getting even bitchier via text so I better get going." With that Emily turns on her heel and moves to step forward, but I pull her back by her hand and spin her in to me.
She lands with a cute little 'oomphh' against my chest and I wrap my arms around her waist, planting a firm kiss on her lips. She kisses back eagerly, and a wolf-whistle breaks us apart just as she was slipping her tongue out to meet mine. Fucking tossers.
"Now you're free to go, I'll see you soon baby."
"Bye, Naoms, see you later."
I watch her walk off in the opposite direction until she's just a speck of red hair in the distance. Tossing my board down, I set off towards the park.
I'm met with another wolf-whistle and Cook yelling "Oi, Naomikins!" as soon as I get past the front gates.
"Nice show before, Blondie."
It takes a minute for the penny to drop, and as soon as it does I'm smacking Cook in the arm, hard.
"That was you? Fucking mong, it was just about to get good!"
"Looked like it was already pretty good, Naoms" Cook wiggles his eyebrows and makes a few lewd thrusting motions with his hips.
"Ugh, fuck off James. Where's Freds?"
"Just went for a piss, he'll be back in a min- oh wait, here he is."
Freddie pulls me in for a light hug and pats me on the head.
"Freds, I swear to god if that was the hand you were just holding your dick with..."
He laughs loudly, "Relax, Nai... I have to use both hands."
Cook and him exchange a high-five at their lame-ass joke.
I sigh dramatically, "Alright fuckers, who's ready to skate?"
Thank fuck, skating is the perfect way for me to get my mind relaxed and my body pumping. Its like a physical catharsis.
"Now we're talking, you good to go, Cook?"
He scoffs loudly before pounding his chest and replying.
"Course I am, first one to the bottom of the hill is JJ's dirty jizzrag!"
Cook is already pushing forward by the time he finishes his sentence, leaving Freddie and I following close behind. Me and Freds exchange a knowing smile. There is no point trying to compete with Cook, so we just go with the flow and let our boards take us wherever they'd like to go.
So that's chapter 11. Any kind of criticism would be much appreciated!
