Just saying, you people sure know how to make a girl smile with all your reviews.
This one is a tad rushed & short, I opened up word, and this spilled itself out. Read, review and enjoy.
E5O x
Naomi
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We just stood there, in silence. It felt as though Katie was letting it sink in. Letting me process everything. Just just stood there, awkwardly on the balls of her feet.
"GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!"
"What the fuck!" I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash from spinning so fast, only to find a hysteric Effy.
"You should see your face." She cackled. Fucking bitch. What the hell is she doing here?
"What are you doing here?"
Effy shrugged. "Thought I'd take a walk."
I rolled my eyes, then realized Katie was still there. Crap. This has got to look suspicious.
"Right. And how long have you been there?" I ask. God I hope she hasn't overhead anything. Shit!
"Long enough to catch you two in a staring competition, what are you two doing here?" Uh fuck. Think, come up with something. Think, think!
"Naomi was just giving me some of her politics notes, to help me out, I didn't know where she lived, so she met me here...to walk me back to her house to get them, yeah?" Thank God for Katie fucking Fitch.
"You take politics?" Effy asked, sounding as bemused about at as I was.
Katie rolled her eyes, "Why does everyone say that? I'm not that self centered.
Effy just laughed, not answering Katie's question. "Well I was heading over to your house too. Any spliff?"
I grinned, Katie rolled her eyes. "Always."
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After ten minutes of Effy trying to convince a very reluctant Katie, to smoke a spliff, we finally sparked it up. Effy always comes through in a time of need. Apparently Katie's trying to lay off the spliff. Something about being straight when looking after her Nan.
"So, Cook's out on a date with Emily huh? Interesting." Effy states out loud. Christ, this is the last thing I want to talk about. I can barely stop thinking about it. That's fucking bad enough.
"Yeah..." Katie draws out, cutting through the awkward silence.
"Thought Cook didn't do dates?" God, would you just drop it?
"That's what I thought about Ems" Katie said, before looking guiltily towards me. "At least now, I mean." She finished, throwing me a smile.
I just roll my eyes. "So, Katie. See anyone you fancy here?" I ask, changing the subject. I would much rather talk about this Fitch.
Katie's eyes widen, almost flaring, before returning back to normal. "I have yet to see what Bristol has to offer."
"Don't worry I'm sure you'll see soon enough." Effy exhaled her smoke exquisitely.
Suddenly the sounds of stumbling footsteps, and a familiar husky giggle, burst from a muffle outside through the front door. "Ladies." Cook bowed, with a drunk grin.
"Katie?" Emily asked, looking more shocked to see her sister in my house, than to actually see me.
"Alright Ems?" Katie asked, a tinge of disgust in her voice. Ouch.
"Lovely night then?" Effy broke the tension.
Cook howled from the kitchen. Striding back with a bottle of tequila. "Ems has got a tank of a stomach in her."
He just called her Ems. A nickname. A serious nickname. Not Emilio. Or Emsy. But, Ems. He handed her a glass, that she willingly accepted. The two of them downing a shot of tequila. I couldn't peel my eyes away from her. Fuck I wish I were that tequila. What? Fuck sakes.
Cook gasp at the burn in his throat, before looking at Emily with hungry eyes. Oh Christ no. He's eye fucking her. Right in front of us. And she's fucking letting him.
"Well ladies, hate to leave you, but I reckon it's about time for bed." Cook held his hand out for Emily. Who sheepishly accepted. Fuck. Shit. I think I'm going to throw up.
"Night." She turned, I looked away. No fucking way could I look at her, when she was parading around like this. Where the fuck has my Emily gone.
"That was fast." Effy filled in the silence. Katie sat awkwardly, I could feel her throwing me glances, somewhat checking to see how I'd reacted. And I can tell you, I'm fucking pissed.
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A few spliffs later, and after Effy had decided and persuaded both Katie and I do have a few shots of tequila, the tow of them had passed out on my sofa. I decided to leave them there. A passed out Effy is impossible to wake up. And I was too afraid to wake Katie Fucking Fitch up either. Who knows how that would end?
I threw a blanket over the two of them, and dragged my sorry arse upstairs to my room. I stripped off my clothes, and crawled into bed. My chest tightened at the sound of mumbled giggles and voices. They're still up? Christ. How am I supposed to sleep knowing that Cook and Emily are sharing a bed in the next room? I threw my pillow over my head. Trying my best to block the noises. At least they're not shagging. Jesus!
Fuck it. I pulled out my ipod, plugging the headphones into my ears, turning the volume as high as it would go without popping my eardrums.
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I'm never drinking tequila again! I rolled over, peeling my eyes open, desperately trying to read the red tormenting light on my clock. 9.53. I quickly shut my eyes, I could sleep for at least another twenty minutes.
Or not.
Cook's snoring roared through the walls. How the fuck is anybody supposed to sleep with that buzz saw? I wonder if Emily stills here. I hope not. I look like fucking shit. Not that I care what she thinks...
I crawl out of bed, throwing on a pair of knickers and a long shirt, and step out towards the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I turn the handle, open the door, and shutting it behind me flicking the lock.
"Shit!" I turn as fast as possible, snapping my eyes shut, trying to open the fucking door again.
"Sorry, thought I locked it." Emily calls from the bath behind me casually.
"Well you didn't." It's harsh and cold, and I could give less of a shit. I flick the lock, only for her to call out again.
"Stay."
"Pardon?" I turn around, snapping my eyes shut again, when I see her with her leg up, rubbing over her fucking sexy legs. I mean legs. Just legs.
She giggles, "You don't have to close your eyes. It's nothing new." She continues to wash herself, and I refuse to open my eyes. Afraid of what it will do to me. God I want to open my eyes.
"I'm good, thanks." I stand there awkwardly, "I should go." I turn again, but she stops me.
"Naomi." It's desperate and pleading this time. I curse at myself for giving in, turning this time with my eyes open, making sure they land on something other than the gorgeous girl in my bath.
"You could always join me." Her voice drops into that sexy husk. Is she fucking serious?
"What are you playing at Emily?" I look at her straight this time. Just her eyes. Nowhere else. Not her bubble soaked skin.
"Cook's a nice guy." She dodges my question.
I roll my eyes at her procrastinating. "Yeah, I know. He's my best friend."
She smiles, "It's funny, last night all he talked about was you. Naomi this, Naomi that. How lovely you are. How strong you are. How you're always there for him."
I don't know how to feel about that. I expected Cook to be tooting his own horn, trying to get into Emily's pants or something.
"Don't hurt him." I warn her, giving her the famous glare.
She rolls her eyes at me, bitch. "I'm not here to hurt him."
I snap then, sudden confidence hitting me. Or maybe just the pent up frustration. "Then who the fuck are you trying to hurt? Me?"
She laughs, fucking laughs at me, "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just having some fun. And Cook's up for it."
"You're gay! And aren't you supposed to be looking after your sick Gran? Isn't that why you're here. Not to fuck around with everyone!" I let her have it. She is really starting to piss me off right now.
"Well that's true. And she's not sick. She's an alcoholic. Self inflicted pain. I didn't want to come here. Katie made me. Thought it would be a good idea." Why is she co fucking blasé about this? She steps out of the bath, standing in front of me completely naked. Dripping with water. Fuck me. I try to look away, cursing myself for the lower pulse I can feel, just at the sight of Emily. She smiles, that cynical smile. She fucking knows what she's doing to me.
"Do you regret it?" She asks me, for the first time sounding like the Emily I knew, not bothering to cover herself up, looking seemingly proud at the effect she knows she has on me.
I grab a towel, holding it up in front of her, trying not to look her in the eye. She steps up into the towel, now merely inches away from me.
"No." I whisper, hating that I feel so weak around her.
She doesn't say a thing. She just leans forward and kisses me softly, her lips brushing across mine, before leaving me breathless, alone in the bathroom.
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I decided to shower then and there once Emily had left. Needing to wrap my head around everything. Around Emily. Around the fact that she has now kissed me twice, but yet she's still playing these fucking games.
After my shower, I went down stairs, to find Katie and Effy in a very compromising position. Effy's arm was draped over Katie on the sofa. Both still sound asleep.
"Ahem." I cough loudly, waking them both up, waiting with an amused expression. Once Katie sees my face, she bolts up right, almost knocking Effy out again. Effy mumbles something, and Katie quickly straightens herself out. "Morning!"
"Christ what time is it?" Katie asks, standing up.
"Almost half ten. Tea?" I offer, still with a smirk on my face. This is priceless.
"No thanks, I should really get home. Fuck where are my house keys?" Katie scrambles around, looking flustered. Avoiding eye contact with both Effy and I.
"I've got mine. We can get yours later yeah?" Emily emerges from the stairs, wearing her dress from last night. My amused smile wipes itself away when Emily catches my eyes with her own.
"Right. Okay. Thanks for the uh, sofa." Katie practically runs out the door with Emily in tow, who turns flashing a quick smile, before closing the door, leaving just Effy and I.
"Good sleep then?" I ask, cocking a brow at a shit looking Effy.
"Fuck off." She throws a cushion at me, rolling back over on the sofa.
I hope you all know how to play Never Ever... ;)