Hello :) I'm not sure I'm completely happy with this chapter, I know its short but I'm trying to keep motivated so I wanted to post it :) hope its ok.
Anonymoushaley – I realized I rudely didn't answer your question… My next story is def going to be Naomily (is there any other kind? :P lol) I figure I want to take this one to 26-8 chapters, I duno yet, unfortunately there are some unhappy times to come and I don't wanna rush it.
Anyway, I hope its ok, as always mistakes are all mine. Reviews would be great, they make me really happy.
Effy's POV
Its been two fucking weeks. Two weeks of Naomi being a twat. I love her, she's my best friend but I'm seriously pissed off. Two weeks ago outside the club she told me about her job offer. Two weeks and she hadn't told Emily. What was even worse was Katie's Paranoia that my behaviour was something to do with her. So Naomi's immense twatishness was directly affecting my relationship, when it should be affecting hers.
I knew it was bollocks, the idea that she wasn't even considering applying for this job. She'd begun making subtle inquiries. In the sake of 'getting her name out there'. Bullshit. Don't get me wrong, it's a great job, I think she should go for it, but she needs to talk to her girlfriends about it. Her broken, distrustful girlfriend, who is going to be hurt when this dirty little secret gets spilled. And it will, because I'm not risking what Katie and I have so Naomi can be a sneaky bitch. And Katie doesn't understand the term secret; especially not where her is sister is concerned.
We were having a lazy Sunday afternoon. Katie's head was resting on my stomach, she was doodling some new Jewelry designs. She was getting really good. The necklace she'd make me for my birthday was amazing, but some of her latest designs were breathtaking. Scrawled delicately over her pad was a design for two watches, identical but different. Kay was making them for her and Emily's 21st. Apparently Naomi and I were paying, of course Katie Fitch doesn't buy her own birthday presents.
I was trying to catch up on a few journals, but I was bored. Playing with Kay's hair was so much more interesting. That and I could hear Emily shuffling about next door which catapulted my mind back to the Naomi/job issue. Naomi had nipped out to the shops leaving Emily to practice some drama thing. I closed my laptop, It wasn't sinking in anyway. Katie looked up at me, her brown eyes absorbing mine. I loved the intimacy within our relationship, she knew exactly when to push me, and when to back off. The brazen creature that was Katie Fitch was also sensitive and intuitive. I wasn't concerned about Katie having secrets. I'd probably be impressed if she kept anything from me, My girlfriend liked to talk…allot.
She climbed up my body, discarding her pad. She spent a couple of seconds just looking at me. I couldn't read her expression, which wasn't a good sign. When he lips finally met mine they were slow and deliberate, like she was testing the waters, like she was afraid. Fucking Naomi, fucking me up, fucking Katie up. I ran my hand through her soft brown hair, deepening our kiss. I let myself get carried away, exploring every millimeter of her mouth with my tongue. When I slipped my hands down to her waist, clawing at her hips I felt her retract. She pulled herself up, straddling me but so far away.
"what the fuck is going on with you?" Katie Hummed, not particularly aggressively, but lying under neither her I could tell she wasn't going to let me get away with silence.
"Nothing, just got allot on my mind."
"Don't do that, you don't do that anymore, not with me."
"Kay, it's not like that, it's not an issue."
"it is a fucking issue, you've been on one for fucking ages. I thought you were doing better?"
"I am doing fucking better." I spat, it was harsh. I didn't mean to, but I was offended. I had changed, I didn't need Katie's constant supervision to be ok anymore, I barely thought of Freds. I want the credit for my sanity; I can't go back to concerned glances and transparent questions. Katie Recoiled slightly, and shifted, like she was about to slip away. I caught her by the wrists, pulling her back over my body. Naomi had her chance, she had two fucking weeks. The look on Katie's face could motivate me to walk through broken glass or sit through the Thunderbirds Movie.
"Sorry." I resolved, Katie shrugged and I sighed.
"Whatever…"
"It's not us. Naomi…she told me something." Katie's eyes hit me like fire, If I wasn't lying down I would have tumbled backwards. Katie flew off me, putting a good few feet between us.
"What?" Too loud. My eyes instinctively flicked at the door, this was probably terrible timing, with Emily only in the next room.
"what did she do? Who did she do?" Katie's voice barely a whisper, she wasn't angry anymore, she looked terrified.
"Nothing like that Katie…You know she'd never."
"Then what, because if that lezza bitch hurts her again, I swear I will actually kill her."
Emily POV.
"what?" I heard Katie yell through the wall. I slipped out into the hall, ready to support my sister. Effy had been off for Weeks, Naomi had been really cagy as to why. It was going to kick off at some point. I tried to eavesdrop, rude I know, but she's my twin, she'd never been in love before, she didn't deserve her heart to be trampled on. It only took a couple minutes for me to regret leaving our room.
"She's got an internship offer…hasn't told Em yet…two months…Europe." They were talking so quietly, I felt my cheeks redden, getting hotter. They were talking about Naomi. I tore back in to our room; I spent a minute just stood still, my eyes flicking around in time with my brain leaping from one conclusion to another.
Naomi's laptop. I flicked it open and powered it up. I spent the next four minutes stewing, anxiously shivering on the edge of my bed. I logged into her email, it wasn't hard to guess the password. Lobstercheese. It was her password for everything. I didn't feel guilty as her hotmail inbox popped up, nor as I started scrolling through emails. Fucking secretive bitch. There was easily a dozen from 'the independent', a tosser called Bill Irons. She's been emailing them, several times a day for at least two weeks. How the fuck haven't I noticed this? No it's not me, I've been fucking here, with her, she's been fucking sneaking around Emailing people and hiding it from me. If it wasn't an issue, if it wasn't something big Effy wouldn't be whispering.
I timidly started reading. The first email, two fucking weeks ago.
Naomi,
Thanks for getting back to us so quickly. of course she fucking did. When I spoke to Dan he assured me he had only one student whom he would recommend, he spoke incredibly highly of you, you should feel very proud of yourself. She should, she's fucking brilliant, but I'm fucking angry, for someone so fucking clever she can be a real stupid bitch when she wants to be. I've attached the internship details and itinerary, I would be more than happy to process your application, however your recommendation with Dan goes along way, the internship is yours. I hope to hear from you soon regarding your decision.
Yours sincerely Bill Irons, Independent political editor.
I clicked on the attachment and started to read through it. My anger fading and re-emerging in intervals. By the time the document closed I felt thoroughly sick. The sun must have set at some point, I looked up from the screen and our room was dark, my eyes strained against the contrast. I lay the laptop to one side. I'd read and re-read the details. Naomi had been offered a two month internship with the independent newspaper. The job would entail her visiting various cities in Europe where specific conferences were being held and help the journalists write it up and do research. I let my head fall into my hands. I was an uncomfortable mix of proud and hurt.
Two weeks she'd known this, all this time I thought this was an Effy issue. Naomi had been completely collected and Effy had been off. Fucking Effy, the master of stoicism and emotional suppression. Maybe Naomi was a fucking Ice Queen. She could just hide this huge thing from me. Something the twelve emails proved was clearly important to her but apparently I'm not important enough to confide in, Effy is though. Fuck proud but hurt…I'm fucking furious.
I ripped open the bedroom door, I'm surprised the hinges didn't split with the force. I jumped straight into Katie's room. It didn't occur to me what they might be doing; Lucky for me though Katie was pacing and Effy was watching her. Both women's faces fell when they saw me. My rage filled the small room.
"YOU FUCKING KNEW ABOUT THIS AND YOU SAID NOTHING. YOU FUCKING BITCH." I screamed at Effy. Katie's eyes flicked between us both, clearly unsure who to side with. Of course things don't change that much…she sides with the sex.
"Em, you're not mad at Effy," I glowered at my twin, fucking Judas, what happened to blood being thicker than water, not that I ever expect her to take my side. She only started standing up to mum with me when she started fucking girls.
"Fuck off Katie." I lowered my voice, I didn't have the strength to yell anymore.
"Emily, Its not like that I swear, she was going to tell you." Effy sounded panicked.
"When? from the fucking airport?" I watched as Effy stumbled over words. I prepared another angry rant but was cut off by the front door. Naomi was home.