"So, Ems, what will you have?"

I look up at the board with all the flavors. "I don't know. They all look so good, Let's see, I think I'll have a sundae with chocolate, peanut butter cup, and white chocolate ice cream, topped with hot fudge, whipped cream, and a cherry."

"Geez, Fitch, you're a little piggy, aren't you?"

"Hey, I have a healthy appetite, ok?"

"Whatever you say, fattie."

I put on a sad smile, and say in a hurt tone, "Naomi, I have a low self esteem, please don't make fun of my weight. Do you really think I'm unattractive? I guess I shouldn't eat anything."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, Ems, I was just joking! I don't think you're fat at all. You're really fit and just, I don't know, hot. Jesus, I didn't mean it." She looks terrified at my reaction, at least until I break into a wicked grin.

"You bitch! I was feeling really bad I'll have you know!"

"You should feel bad, teasing a girl about her weight is nothing funny."

"Aw, shove it, Fitch. Anyway, onto better subjects. I'll have a mint chocolate chip cone, please."

The ice cream girl fixes our cones. Naomi reaches into her pants pocket for her wallet, but I beat her to it. She looks at me with a miffed expression. "Fitch, why didn't you let me pay?"

"Because you always pay. I want to pull my weight, ok? Besides it's only ice cream."

"Guess so. But next time, I'm getting the bill, yeah?"

"Oh, so you think there's going to be next time, do you?"

"Well I'm awesome, you're pretty awesome, so together we're going to be super awesome, so yeah, I think there will be a next time. Unless of course you don't want there to be a next time." She looks so nervous and insecure at the last part that I have to fling my arms around her neck and plant a kiss on her lips. She moves to deepen the kiss, but I break apart with a wink. "Later, Naomi, later."

"Jesus, you're such a tease, Fitch. You're killing me here!"

An old man harrumphs at her words. Naomi turns to him, annoyed, and says, "Excuse me, can I help you with something?"

"No," he pauses, "This is a quiet town and you are disgraceful young women."

"Yeah? So go fuck yourself. Tosser!"

"I will not have women such as yourself talking to me like that! In the bible, homosexuality is forbidden. You are going against God. Leave here now or face his wrath."

Naomi looks like she's going to hit him, but she takes a deep breath, then laughs menacingly. "Ok, loser, you have five seconds to get out of here before I kick your arse. I really don't give a fuck that you're geriatric. I will shove your fucking bible up your arse until it comes out over your dentures. One. Two. Three. I'm getting closer to five."

The man looks scared and quickly gathers his stuff, knocking over a chair as he runs out. Naomi smiles and looks at me, "Now that we've got all that sorted out, we can eat our ice cream in peace."

"Christ, you're scary when you're mad. I hope I never get on your bad side!"

"Yeah, well I could never stay mad at you. So how about this ice cream?"

I nod and began to eat my sundae. It's so creamy and rich that I can't help but moan.

Naomi looks pained, "Fucking Hell, Fitch, you have to make even eating ice cream sexy. You're killing me!"

I smile at her and bring up a spoonful of sundae. I slip my tongue out of my mouth and slowly encircle the cold ice cream with it. Naomi's eyes are bugging out of her face. I finish my teasing by slipping the spoon into my mouth and cleaning it dry. I notice with happiness that Naomi is swallowing heavily.

"T-t-two can play at that game," she stutters out. I watch, interested, as she shakily brings her cone up to her face and then misses her mouth entirely, hitting her nose with the ice cream. Yeah, I know it's mean, but I can't help but laugh.

"You're such a loser," I choke out between laughs.

"Well, you're just a, a meanie!"

I chuckle and lean over towards her, licking the ice cream off her nose. "Sweet."

Her eyes darken at the contact, and she grabs my wrist. "We've got to go back to the hotel. Now. Fuck what I said earlier."

I nod eagerly and toss the remains of my sundae into the bin. We rush outside, but unfortunately there's no cab.

"Shit," Naomi swears angrily. "Goddammit!"

"Hey," I say reassuringly, "It'll be okay."

I pull out my phone and call the cab service.

We stumble into the hotel room, kissing hurriedly as we do. I push Naomi back onto the bed and straddle her. I lay kisses down her neck, sucking near her collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. She wriggles out of her pants with some help from me. I pull at her shirt angrily, the damn thing won't come off.

"You're wearing too much clothing," she gasps out, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.

I open my mouth to say something, but I'm interrupted by knocking at the door.

"Jesus, who could that be?" Naomi asks angrily.

"I don't know, let's just ignore it."

The knocking resumes loudly, and I hear a voice yell, "Open up, bitches!"

"Christ, it's Katie," I moan. "What do you want?"

"I need a place to kip tonight! I can't be with Ef the night before the wedding, everyone knows that."

"Fine. I'll be there in a second." I throw Naomi her pants; she quickly pulls them and her shirt on. I adjust my clothes and answer the door. Katie barrels in, carrying a huge bag, considering she's only going to be in here for a night.

"What are you doing here?" she asks Naomi.

"I'm staying with Em because I don't have a room. Guess I'll go in with Effy tonight." She gathers up her stuff and leaves with a 'bye Ems, Katie'.

I am so fucking pissed off.

Katie comes over and plops on my bed. "So, sleeping with the bitch, eh?"

I flush red, how could she know? "Wha-what are you talking about?" I stutter out nervously.

"Relax, Ems, I'm joking, yeah? Jesus, you're acting like you really are fucking her." She shakes her head, and I'm glad that she's a bit dense. "So anyway, you're not biting her head off, are you? Cuz she's a real bitch when you get on her bad side, believe me."

I feel obliged to defend her, "Hey, she's not so bad. She can be really nice once you get to know her."

Katie scoffs, "Like you know her. She's a closed book, okay? Me and Eff have been having her round for dinner for almost a year, and I still don't know her too well. Just sits there drinking her wine and scowling."

I feel more than a bit hurt. "You've been having Naomi over for dinner with you and Effy, and you've never once had me?"

A look of guilt crosses her face. "Well, Emsy, it's just that Naomi is, well, damaged. She needs to see Effy every so often. When Eff and I started dating, it severely cut into "Effy-Naomi" time. Something, er, bad happened to her, okay?"

I frown, "You mean apart from Fiona killing herself?"

Katie looks shocked. "You know about that? It took me, what, six months before Naomi told Effy it was okay to tell me."

I smile smugly, "Yep, she told me about that. All about it in fact."

She breaks into a huge grin and begins to laugh. "Jesus, Em, I think she has a crush on you."

I feign a look of surprise. "What? A crush? A crush on me?"

"Christ, Ems, why are you acting so strangely? Did you take something? You took something, didn't you? You dirty cow. And yes, she has a crush on you. Be nice about it, cuz you're basically her bitch. But you already know that. Didn't she force you to get ice cream tonight?"

I shrug and make an noncommittal sound. "Mmm, not exactly. I kind of wanted to go with her. She's, er, nice."

Katie's eyes bulge out, "Nice? Naomi Campbell being nice? No, no, no. She fired Steven for filling her coffee order wrong one time, sacked Karen for looking at her strangely, and caused Jared to have a nervous breakdown. She's well mean. Stay clear of her. I mean, I have to deal with her cuz of Eff, but you have no reason to except for work."

I smile nervously, "But she's like Effy's sister practically, so we're gonna be like sisters-in-law. Sort of."

"Erm, no. It's not like she's going to come to Christmas dinner with us. Jesus Christ, I can't even imagine her at such a happy time."

I'm starting to feel uncomfortable, so I tell Katie, "Hey, let's talk about something else. Your nuptials perhaps?"

"Oh my God, Ems, I'm so fucking nervous. I'm shitting myself. Have you got your speech prepared?" She says this all in such a rush that I can barely make out her words.

"Whoa. Slow down, girl. Yes, I've got my speech prepared. So it'll be me, and Naomi, and who else are your bridesmaids?"

"Well mine are you, obviously, Shana, Alice, and Emma. Effy's are Pandora, Naomi, Shelley, and Victoria."

"Are they nice?"

"I don't know, I'd never met them until yesterday. Shelley and Victoria are Effy's cousins."

I nod. "So how are Effy's mother and father?"

Katie shudders. "Don't even get me started. Anthea is a total druggie. She and Jim got divorced because she had an affair with one of his coworkers. Effy tries to act like she doesn't care, but she totally does. Jim's alright, got a bit of a temper though. Tony, her brother, is well fit. Got hit by a bus though, so he's a bit wonky in the head sometimes. Total man whore. Been with at least fifteen girls since I saw him a month ago. Bit of an arsehole, self centred. He really cares about Eff, though, and that's all that matters."

"So, did you and Effy meet up with Mum and Dad since Sunday dinner."

"Yeah, had lunch with them at ours. Complete and utter shit. Mum kept suggesting that she would set up with some of the men from Dad's gym. Effy was being a cow and practically fucking me in front of them. Dad was still confused as to how we both like women considering that he and Mum are completely straight. So yeah, complete disaster."

"Oh, sucks for you then."

"Mmm, yeah. But how about you, little sis, how are you making out. Any hot sexy ladies?"

I think for a second. How much do I want to tell Katie? "Um, yeah. There's this one. Totally gorgeous, really sweet, and smart. Completely my type. I really, really like her."

"So does she know you exist?"

"Think so. We almost hooked up three times, but something always got in the way."

"Get it! Wow, Ems, you're certainly becoming quite the ladies, er, woman."

"Yeah, I'm just talented like that."

We fall into a silence as we lay on my bed. I'm happy for Katie, but there's also a sadness that comes when your twin, your other half, is moving onto to be with someone else.

"It's going to be different now, isn't it?" Katie says, reading my mind.

I shake my head vigorously. "No, it doesn't have to be. We'll still see each other at work, and on Sundays, and at Christmas. You'll just have the old ball and chain with you. We'll still be Katie and Emily, twins for life."

"You know, I never thought I'd go all lezza. Effy just seemed so right, I mean, we're total opposites, but it just fits. I'm outgoing and sociable, she's not so much, I'm loud, she's quiet. We both like sex a good bit, though." She finishes her sentence with a giggle.

"Ew, gross. Do not want to hear about you and sex."

She laughs again, "Remember when you walked in on us? Jesus Christ that was embarrassing."

"Embarrassing for you? Imagine how I felt, walking in on my sister and her lover, who I didn't even know was female. I've seen more of Effy than I'd ever like to, thank you very much."

"Hey, Effy is a fine piece of ass, okay?"

"Whatever, loser."

"Dyke."

"Colon sponge."

"What the fuck, colon sponge? Are you high, Em?"

"High on life!"

"Me too, me too."

We keep talking and reminiscing for a while until Katie decides to go to bed. She apparently has to get her beauty sleep.