Title: That Campbell Girl, Chapter 11
Summary: Morning after the James' big reveal. Who did Emily went home with?
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins. Simple.
Author's Note: For those sick of my notes, skip it. This is my opportunity to thank my reviewers: vero, bebrave, myk, and loveNaomily. Toodles!
Emily opened her eyes to the familiar sight of her room. The curtains were already drawn from the window, early morning light played on the surface of her wall to wall carpet. Naomi was curled in front of her large window, reading a book, in her black silk knickers. A steaming mug of coffee sat beside her on the table. She turned to Emily and smiled. "Emily." She said, her voice sounded odd. Almost like Katie's. "Emily." The voice was louder. "Emily, bitch, wake up." Emily opened her eyes and found herself at The Gemini's hotel lobby still in the clothes she had on last night. Katie was standing in front of her, hand on hips. "We've looked all over for you. Your little doctor was worried sick; I had to literally drag her to get her to go home. What's going on with the two of you?" Emily groaned at the mention of a doctor. She quickly got up and walked to the lifts, Katie walked close behind her.
The lift ride to the penthouse was unbelievably slow for Emily. She checked her phone and saw she had ten missed calls six from her Mum, four from 'Kate Moss'. Katie was unusually silent. Thank God. Emily didn't want to talk. She'd been wrong. She just couldn't face Naomi now. Granted Naomi might not have an idea that Emily thought her a whore but still Emily felt ashamed. She thought she had it all figured out. Naomi's an escort and she's the understanding non-girlfriend that's always there. Naomi's been nothing but wonderful, Emily just couldn't measure up.
At the penthouse, Emily had a quick shower and dressed. She tried her best at ignoring her twin who made herself busy by ordering breakfast via room service and flirting with the fit staff who brought it. The penthouse was spotless but Emily started to dust, hoping to distract herself. "Alright. Enough Emily. Come on spill it out." Katie shooed the staff out of the penthouse and pulled her sister to sit on the couch. "You are the messiest person I know. I remembered you told me that you love this hotel because you have maids on your beck and call thus no need for you to do the dusting." She took the duster from Emily's hand and threw it on the trash. "At your house, you have a cleaning lady. So, what is going on and don't think about lying because I'll flog you if you do."
Emily let out a deep breath. "I'm ashamed." It was all she could say.
Katie waited for her sister to continue but after a while it became evident it was all she's getting. "Well now that's enlightening. Thank you so much." She smacked Emily on the head. Her twin didn't even flinch. "Shit Emily, that bad huh? What is it? 'slong as it's not AIDS, I'll still love you."
"It's not AIDS."
"STD then?"
"Shit Katie. It's not that." Emily sidled closer and lifted Katie's arm and slung it around her own shoulder. She hadn't done it since they were 10. Katie's right. It was that bad.
"Whoa. Whoa. Emsy's wanting a Fitch hug? Somebody took away your Maths books, again?" Katie gave her little sister's shoulder a proper squeeze.
"It's Naomi." Emily sighed the name.
"What about the bitch doctor? Don't worry I already paid her. Jesus, these therapists are expensive." Katie heard her twin sniffle. "Emily… been sleeping with the enemy?"
"You could say that."
Katie bolted from the couch and pointed an accusing finger at her daft sister. "Jesus H Christ! I paid her to pretend she banged you and you… you. Argh! Do you have any idea how much I paid that woman?" Katie was about ready to tear her hair out but stopped as Emily laughed through her tears. "Well, I'm glad I make you happy with my misfortune."
"Katie, calm down. She's just getting back at you for trashing her place." Emily wiped her own wet face. Katie's face contorted to something vicious. Emily could hear the cogs grinding away at her sister's brain. "Stop scheming Katie. I can hear your brain working from here." The mirth Emily felt was; however, short lived. Her face fell and tears started falling again.
"What are you crying about then? You're fucking a doctor. A brilliant one if we take James words for it. Come on tell me over breakfast and be quick about it. I still have a meeting with Alexa Chung." Katie pulled her reluctant twin to the table.
The breakfast spread was spectacular but Emily's got no appetite. She just swirled her spoon around her coffee. "I felt ashamed that I thought her a whore. I feel…small."
"Babes, you are small but you are also a Fitch. Fitches don't cower they man up, in this case woman up. So stop being a pussy and go get my money back…uhm…get your girl. Don't get me wrong; I do not like this Naomi at all, doctor or not. I do; however, like it that you seem to like her enough to leave this stupid hotel for more than an hour to be with her so I guess she's OK." Katie took a bite of pudding. "Mmmmm this is great. Also, I am not blind as to not see your little interaction at dinner last night. So coupley. Made me throw up in my mouth a little but, hey, if it makes you happy then whatever..." She wasn't even finished all she wanted to say when Emily suddenly stood up and drank her coffee in one gulp. Her little sister suddenly started stripping to change into going out clothes. "Uhhh rudeness and messy!" Katie lashed at her.
Katie watched as Emily emerged from the bedroom in a pair of dark demins, a dark heather gray Blondie vintage shirt, bomber jacket and a pair of heeled combat boots. She raised an eyebrow. "Going to war?"
"Sort of." Emily answered as she pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail. She started for the door but stopped, turned around and gave her big sister a Fitch hug. "Thanks Katie."
"Anytime bitch." Katie returned the hug. "Do me a favor though. Before you shag each other's brains out, please ask her about Dad. We're still having a witch hunt, yeah? One scratched off the list, that Naomi Campbell."