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Chapter Twenty-Five.
Naomi's POV
So it's officially the early afternoon of our second- well technically our first full day, in the fabulously grimy New York City. It's quite nice here, a bit of a culture shock but I'm really enjoying it so far. And the accents are funny too, I can't seem to get bored of listening to the people around me swear angrily about people and references that I don't understand.
This morning we were woken up by a cheerful Doug and a much less cheerful Harriet at around half seven. We had our breakfast in the hotel's lounge; it was hilarious to see Freddie's face every time a server walked by with something that smelled like meat. It was a mixture between 'starving man' and 'fuck me I'm hungover.' After our breakfast, or lack thereof, Harriet informed us that we would be attending a meeting at the UN in about three hours, so we had an hour and a half to get ready before we left.
Naturally, the meeting was as boring as JJ talking about science- sorry Jay, I love you, but jesus fuck sometimes you are too dull for words. It lasted about two hours, so once we were released from the building Doug gave us the option of either going back to the hotel with them and then going out to sightsee or going off on our own. We chose the latter.
Apparently Ems felt guilty that she was in New York City without taking advantage of all of the classic tourist opportunities; so we took a cab to Battery Park and looked at the Statue of Liberty for a few minutes before getting dropped off at Rockefeller Plaza. The four of us got tickets to go to the top of the building where they had an observation deck; It cost me an arm and a leg but it meant that me and Emily could cross 'snogging on a skyscraper' off of our to-do list.
The view was nothing short of breathtaking. Even with my insane amounts of cynicism I still appreciated the sight. I felt like I was looking out over the entire city and then some. Freddie really wanted to drop a penny off the side of the observation deck because he had heard that it would be going fast enough by the time it was near the ground to drill clear through a car. Obviously, Effy took all of his coins away from him; we didn't need to get charged for manslaughter while we were here. There were staff members with big cameras that looked a lot like Emily's who were offering to take pictures of us, and I actually gave them the remainder of that day's money to take and print a few shots. After the awkwardly spotty teenager counted down for our picture Ems pulled me into what had to be the most loving kiss in the history of kisses. I mean, it quickly turned filthy because together we actually form a thirteen year old boy, but it was quite sweet before tongues got added to the mix.
So with a very firm check penciled through that space on our list and an awkward exchange with the old man who developed and wrapped our pictures, the four of us were on our merry way. Effy asked a security guard outside the building for a tea recommendation. Thats how we wound up at Ellen's Starlight Diner.
It was basically your standard diner except the wait staff sang and danced. They sang and fucking danced. Personally, I couldn't be bothered with the whole thing. I'd have preferred a quite meal with my girl and my best mates without having an overenthusiastic sitcom-hopeful slide into our booth and start belting out some bollocks pop song. Emily seemed to like it though, so I decided to grin and bare it. It was easy to pretend that I didn't have a sweating twenty-something year old man draped across my lap when I had my hand firmly wrapped with Emily's.
After our painfully long meal at that Diner-from-Flamboyant-Hell the four of us went for a quick wander around Time Square. We popped in to a few of the big tourist shops so Ems could pick up an "I heart NY" shirt for Katie and a few of the usual inane tourist gifts for the rest of her family. I figured that I might as well buy Gina something, so I got her a bobble hat with "NY" printed across it and a handful of writing utensils for Kieran... I'm not made of money, so quit giving me that judgemental look.
Once we've completed our obligatory souvenir shopping the four of us split into couplets of two. Effy and Freds went off to sit on some giant red staircase and people-watch while Ems and I strolled hand in hand into the very centre of Time Square. We stopped once I decided that we had basically reached the famous photo-op area in front of some giant advertising board. Ems looked at me with a face saying that she was clearly up to no good.
"Fancy ticking off another chore?"
I knew what she was getting at, "Sure babe, lead the way."
She didn't answer, just pecked me on the lips before straightening her posture to look more self assured. It's uncanny, within minutes of her attitude-adjustment people were flocking towards her. If I had a dollar for every small family from the south that asked Ems how to get to some giant landmark and then followed Emily's directions of "just keep going north, you'll know when you get there!", I would have at least 8 dollars.
Poor sods, between the two of us, Ems and I probably couldn't tell them what direction we were even facing. After about twenty minutes of her trickery, my girl decided that she'd had enough. I sent a text out to our two missing mates saying that we were heading back to the hotel for a nap.
We did just that.
Incessant knocking woke me up this time, and it wasn't coming from either of our chaperones.
"Open up, lezzers, or I'll be forced to come in and hopefully interrupt something x-rated..."
Fucking Freddie.
I stomped out of bed and up to the door, ripping it open before promptly slamming it back in Freddie's face. I forget that I only sleep in knickers a lot.
Once I was suitably covered I opened the door again.
Freddie was grinning sheepishly, "Mint piercing, Nai, got any more you'd like to show me?" He batted his eyes innocently at me. I swatted his arm with all my might before a laugh escaped me, and before I knew it we were both hunched over in the doorway trying to catch our breath.
"Fuck... why was that even funny?"
Freds shrugged, "Dunno, probably because you just woke up. I was just laughing at the face you made."
It's then that I hear the very husky voice of a newly-awoken Emily.
"Baby? Where the fuck did you go..."
My smile is ridiculously large then, and it makes Freddie smile in turn.
"Right here, sweetheart, Freddie-The-Tosser woke me up."
I listened to her drag herself out of the bed and before I knew it she was stood behind me and in the process of wrapping her arms around my waist without letting her duvet-cape fall down.
"Sleepy, Ems?" Freds asked in a voice that you would use with a small child.
My girl nodded, further burying her head under my arm, and flipped him off.
"'Atta girl! Now come on my little muff monkeys, Effy sent me to get you two about ten minutes ago, I don't want to piss her off."
Emily's head has emerged from beneath my arm and her makeshift cloak, "Sounds like somebody is pussywhipped."
Freddie just grins in response and holds his arms out to his side with a shrug.
We're given the firm order to be dressed to impress and in the hallway by ten. So we've got approximately forty-five minutes to do so.
One of the things I love about dressing how I do, (like a giant dyke, according to Katie), is that it doesn't take me long to get ready for some fancy outing. I run my fingers through my shoulder-length hair so it's knot-free and scrub any remnants of sleep from my face in the bathroom sink while Ems is hopping in the shower. It's an added bonus for me that I get to perve on her through the glass shower door while going about my business.
Once I'm suitably fresh I begin the arduous task of rifling through my luggage. After about seven hours of perusing I'm satisfied with my choice; tight, dark blue skinny trousers, my favourite loose white vest top that's got thin, horizontal, golden stripes running across it, and a charcoal blazer with a ridge of metallic studs across each shoulder. I put some weirdly sticky hair product in my peroxide mop and let my hands go crazy for a bit. The end result is a just-fucked look, which I think looks quite nice. I slip on a few thin golden bracelets and my black Tom's shoes and then I'm ready to go. Ems better know what she's wearing, we're due outside by ten so we've only got about fifteen minutes to spare.
Speak of the devil, I hear the shower turn off and then the loo door is opening with an overly-dramatic cloud of mist. My chin is on the floor as my gorgeous, very naked, redhead walks calmly to her own luggage and pulls out some silk black knickers and a matching bra, tossing them onto our unmade bed before returning to her previous position over her suitcase.
The puddle on the ground from where my jaw has come to rest is not the only puddle forming at the moment. With the way she's bent over I can see... erm, well lets just say that her lips are looking particularly rosy tonight, and not the ones that I'd kiss in public.
When she's found the garment she's looking for she pivots on her heel with the fabric clutched in front of her chest. Boo, I was quite looking forward to seeing those too.
She quirks her eyebrow up at me before gathering her clothes and waltzing back into the loo, shutting the door behind her.
After a minute of consideration I decided that it's in my best interest to change my knickers, so I quickly roll off my pants and grab a dry pair of briefs from my suitcase. I take off my current knickers and stealthily wipe up as much wetness as I can with them before yanking up my fresh pair. Much better.
I'm pulling my trousers up over my knees when the Emily emerges again, fully dressed this time. Based on the smirk she's giving me and the pointed glance to the polka-dotted fabric currently clenched in my fist, I figure she knows what I just did. She walks the few steps towards me and pulls my old knickers from my hand, inspecting them quickly before tossing them over her shoulder with an enormous grin.
"Fuck's sake, babe, are you ever not wet?"
I try my hardest not to blush, "Yes! Well, sometimes, I guess... it's your fault though! What do you expect me to do when you strut around with your adorable little bum out in the open?" I finish my miniature-rant with a deep breath and then trail my eyes across Emily's body, curious as to what her outfit is.
Christ, my girl knows how to dress. Solid golden flats lead up to her surprisingly long pale legs, which then disappear beneath a tight grey skirt that ends about five inches above her knees. She's got a baggy white v-neck tucked sloppily into her skirt and I can clearly see her bra through the thin material. Her outfit is completed with a big, golden inverted triangle dangling right between her tits on a thin metal chain and a boxy blue mens' cardigan draped over her shoulders.
At least during the time I've been ogling her she's been doing the same to me, makes it a little bit less of a one-sided leering.
"Ready to go, Naoms?" She slips a small wad of American notes into her bra and tucks her room key and cellphone into the pocket of her cardi.
I would try and answer her with actual words, but I don't think that'd work too well right now so I settle for an enthusiastic nod instead.
She laughs sweetly at my flustered state before grasping my hand and leading me out of our room.
I've got to say, Effy and Freddie clean up well. They're both sporting sleek black outfits and a slightly far-away look. When we get outside of the hotel Freddie steps to the curb to try and capture a taxi, I take that moment to talk to Eff.
"You alright there, miss mysterious?"
"Never better, Campbell, never better."
We grin at each other before Ems speaks up, "So what are you and the Fredster on so early in the evening?"
Effy laughs at being called out so quickly before reaching in to her bra and taking out a small bag with two off-white pills.
"MDMA, are you ladies interested?"
I am, but I'm not about to take anything if Emily doesn't approve. Our eyes meet and a mutual shrug makes the decision. "We're in."
I feel Effy slip the bag into my blazer pocket and then the four of us are climbing into the back of one of those iconic yellow taxies, our night is about to begin.
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