Hello guys, hope you're all doing okay. What's new? I feel like I don't update as much as I did in the beginning, maybe I do and because of my other fic, it just doesn't feel like it any more. I'm all excited, I'm having a gig with my band on Friday so wish me luck :) didn't stand on a stage for the last five years.

This is a short chapter, I cut in half. I didn't like too much happening in one chapter, so the next one is already finished. Well, if I don't decide to edit it ten times. A question, what do you think, should Katie be mad at Naomi for her best friend/girlfriend/ex-girlfriend even though she knew about her or should she get along with Ginia? It's about them first meeting. It's up to you.

Oh, and I decided I will update way faster when I get more reviews. Just saying if the writing is okay and stuff, because I'm still very self-conscious about english not being my first language. Less than four reviews and I'll need to think about stopping. Sorry. Hope you understand.

Oh, and 'Guest' I really don't like telling a story twice from different POV's. But since Naomi wasn't even in their lives yet it'd be a Emily/Effy story. I don't know, let me think about it. Or maybe I get the chance to show it in this story. We'll see.

Thanks to my loyal reviewers and to all who started to red my other fic bits and pieces.

Another thing, I cant shut up today, is anyone creative out there? I'd like to have a picture, art image for the story but I really don't have much time. Having the son of my ex here for quite some time, my band, working, writing, I don't even remember what sleep feels like. So if anyone has the time or would like to make some art stuff I'd be very happy about it. If more than one will get mailed to me we all will decide it together. Everyone gets to vote, I vote twice ;)

I know you want to read, so don't let me stop you. Skins isn't mine.

Iwy'sAshes

Had enough

When the fightin' started you turned your head
You left me stranded like I was dead
You run for cover when the
Heat is on
Show your colours
Now you're gone

Had enough
Had enough of you
You ain't for me
Had enough I've had enough of you

Joan Jett and The Blackhearts

Naomi couldn't sleep much, she spend her night turning around and couldn't find the perfect position to get comfortable. Her thoughts were running wild and she couldn't stop them for a fucking second. She felt like the worlds biggest bitch, hurting her best friend like this. Girlfriend.

She sadly reminded herself, sighing, she sat up, giving up on sleep altogether. Because, why should she sleep? It's not like she's tired as hell, worked herself almost to death and had a kid to look after in the morning. No reason to sleep. Nope. Not. At. All.

She turned her head to the clock above the door, it was exactly three minutes past six. No time to be up, especially when you didn't go to bed before five am. She hated being up at this hour, it was not night any more but still no morning for her. Of course she liked it when she was up with her girlfriend for some reasons, or after parties but not like this.

The pub got crowded after Ginia's family left, some stupid football match, she couldn't care less about, was won and party seeking people had arrived and stayed until Ginia threw them out at four am. After that they had to clean the place and Ginia demanded answers for the sudden departure of Ginia's family.

Lighting a fag she climbed out of her comfy bed to fill her system with much needed coffee. Cringing she remembered the talk her and Gina had because of the sudden departure.

On her way to the yellow painted kitchen she checked on the little boy, still sleeping in his little travel bed in the living room. She touched his warm cheek softly, stroking a little lock out of his face she leaned down, kissing his forehead.

Her next stop was finally the kitchen. She started the coffee-maker, the oven to scramble some eggs, and toasted a few German bread slices. After she spend a few months in Germany she wasn't able to eat British bread any more. It was wobbly, it was only preservatives and she hated it anyway. The day she finally got to eat what bread's supposed to look and taste like, she felt like she was awoken from a world of blindness.

Gina walked out of the kitchen door where Naomi stood smoking. The tired woman leaned on the wall and lit her own cigarette. Gina didn't smoke a lot, only after really stressful days like this one she needed something to calm her down.

"How are your feet darling?" She asked her daughter because Naomi tended to get hurting feet after working for more than ten hours. It didn't get better, no matter how many years the girl worked in the pub.

"I'll live." Was the answer she received .

"So I guess Virginia didn't take the news of the changes in your life very well."

"No mother, she was happy as a fucking monkey on MDMA. She couldn't stop congratulating me." Naomi dryly responded, meeting her mothers eyes with a scoff. Gina frowned, shaking her head sadly.

"What did you expect Naomi?"

"Well, not that. She didn't stay mother! I think it's the first time in ten years that she didn't stay here when she had the chance to."

"You hurt her."

"We are allowed to see other people!" The younger blonde defended herself, she knew that she fucked up, however, she didn't like being reminded of it by her mother.

"No, darling. You're allowed to shag other people, not get into relationships. The only rule you had to follow and you managed to fuck it up."

"Thanks. I really fucking appreciate your concern."

"You don't deserve my sympathy sweetheart, you did the wrong thing and now you have to live with it."

"That's the reason you didn't want me to commit to Katie, isn't it mother? Because you fucking love Virginia. Talk about being two faced."

"You know that's not the case. Sure I love Virginia, like a daughter really, but that's beside the point. Katie is a sweetheart, and you know exactly that I adore this girl. I Just thought Virginia knew about Katie you were free to love her, I had no idea you took the coward route."

"So now I'm a coward? You were fucking proud of me for being with Katie."

"You're missing the point. I thought I brought you up better than that. You should have ended things with Virginia first, that's the right thing to do so excuse me for being a little disappointed." Gina threw her burned out fag into the ashtray and walked back into the kitchen, leaving Naomi with her thoughts alone.

"Maaaaaaaa" A loud cry echoed through the silent flat as Naomi put the scrambled eggs on two plates. She turned the oven off and brought the plates to the table before she slowly made her way to the living room. Bence was standing in his travel bed holding his hands up, his little red face was full of tears from crying after his mum.

When he caught sight of the blonde he started to cry louder, because he wanted his mummy, not her friend.

"Awe, who's crying?" Naomi cooed, walking over to the bed she wanted to lift him up but he sat stubbornly on his nappy clothed butt.

"Meeeee!" He yelled, his angry face turning redder. She chuckled a little, reaching under his armpits she lifted the struggling boy, hugging him she walked to the bedroom. She was talking calmly into his ear to make him stop crying.

"Dont cry baby, I know. I'd cry too if I was the first thing I'd see in the morning." He struggled more, hitting her shoulder. She frowned, this never happened before. Sure, sometimes he got mad because she didn't allow him to dance on her head but he never had the guts to actually, purposely, hit her.

She laid him down on her bed, in silence, and with some effort pulled his pyjama pants down to change his nappy. He yelled, kicked, and trashed around just to make it harder for her. She didn't say a word, afraid that if she did, she'd scream back.

It was fucking early, she didn't sleep much and was fucking exhausted. His tantrum didn't make it easier. When he managed to kick her in the face Naomi snapped. She grabbed his arms and pulled him in a standing position. The little boy stopped his act, watching her fearfully.

"You listen to me very carefully, Bence. I know you miss your mummy and that's the only reason I'm not taking your toys away for hitting and kicking me right now but this is not how we act around here. We talk, because that way we can find a way to fix the problem and if you don't stop this nonsense right now we wont go to the park later and I'll take your toys away until tomorrow. Understood?"

She looked into wide brown eyes, the same ones as his mothers who captured Naomi's heart and could turn her to mush with just one look. She was fighting not to lose her strength. This was a battle for dominance, she knew that if she gave in the boy wouldn't take her seriously any more, ever.

His lip trembled, he was about to start crying again but Naomi didn't falter. She raised a brow, staring in his eyes. "Did you understand what I said Bence?" She asked firmly, relief washed over her when he finally nodded. "Good. Now, please lay down. I need to change your nappy." Reluctantly he did as he was told and Naomi went to work.

Twenty minutes later a freshly clothed, washed and still pouting Bence sat in his baby high chair by the table and poked his fork in his food. Naomi watched him over her coffee mug, she was thinking about ways to cheer him up but it wasn't even half seven yet. They couldn't go to the park yet, it was raining and to cold. She didn't want to let him watch TV all day long, that's just not right. Playing with his toys wouldn't cheer him up at the moment.

"You're still tired, right Bencey?" He glared at her, his little face was all scrunched together as he showed her exactly what he thought of her.

"Look, do you want to get back to bed" "NO!" She decided to ignore his outburst and kept talking. "to my bed? We cuddle and I can read you a book?" His glare faltered, apparently he was interested in what she offered.

"I like the little mermaid." She shared, she was hoping he'd start talking again. "Or, no I really like Peter Pan. Do you know him?"

"Hook." Bence mumbled, he was still trying to stay mad at her but he was slowly losing the battle.

Naomi nodded, sipping on her coffee with a grin.

"Right. Hook is his enemy, that right. But do you know who Peter Pan is?" He shook his little head and looked like he was dying to know who this Peter Pan is. "Awe, every little boy should know Peter. He's a really special boy, you know."

"I AM!" Bence pointed his fist at himself as he exploded,looking alarmed as his jealousy kicked in. He was thinking that she had another special boy she loved and he didn't like that idea because he was supposed to be her favourite boy. She told him. "No Peeaa. Bencey." He explained, still pointing his tiny fist at himself in case she forgot.

Naomi chuckled, her face showing how he melted her heart as she looked at him lovingly. "Of course you are. But you know, Peter is pretty cool. I don't think he every fought with his friends like you today. He likes to play and have fun with them instead of yelling and hurting them."

"Bencey toooo." Bence sang and as if to proof it he smiled his biggest smile at her until Naomi broke out in laughter.

"Okay. Why don't you eat your eggs and then we can read Peters Adventures?" She was surprised when he shook his head with a face like thunder.

"No Peeaa. Peeaaa thupid." (No Peter. Peter stupid). Naomi grinned at him, winking she promised she liked Bence better than peter and just wanted to go on a adventure with him so he could see Neverland.

He wanted to know what Neverland was.

"That my dear boy is the best place for children. There are no adults, no rules, no sleep times or scolding, only little kids playing and having fun all day and night. It's a kids paradise. And most important" she lowered her voice like she was telling him a secret as she helped him out of his chair and walked to her bedroom. "the kids can fly." His eyes got so big that Naomi had the urge to pinch his cheeks like old ladies did.

"Bencey flyyyyy?" His question was full of awe and wonder, showing Naomi how innocent and special a child's mind was.

"Only when you really wish for it. But to do that you need to hear Peters adventure or you wont have a chance to get to Neverland. I guess it's up to you. But you think Peter is stupid so I guess you don't want to, right?" He shook his head, clearly he wanted to and the blonde was really proud of herself as she reached for the dusty old book.

She flopped down on her living room couch, throwing a cuddly blanket over them she cuddled Bence into her and opened the book. "Oh, I forgot. I need to ask you a question before we start, it's really important. Do you believe in fairies?" Bence nodded, beaming at her he bounced full of excitement.

"Okay, then we can begin." She kissed his temple. "Chapter one. All children, except one, grow up."

A loud knocking entered Naomi's dream, she fought it and kept on sleeping. She didn't hear the door open, someone walking into the flat, making their way to the living room, or standing in front of the couch. She didn't feel eyes boring into her as they looked, surprised, at her and Bence cuddled together asleep on the couch.

The blonde was on her back with Bence comfortably across her torso, his head was in the crook of her neck, his little arms circled around her midriff and she was protectively holding him with her right arm. They looked as if sleeping this way was natural for them and they never slept differently.

When the person crunched down to look closer at their faces Naomi indistinctly wrapped another arm around the little body resting on her and turned him away, to the back of the couch before her eyes hot open. She was met with hurt green cat eyes and her confusion left. "Hey." A lazy smile formed on the blondes lips, she leaned up and gently kissed full lips. "You came back."