So this is the penultimate chapter to ISWM! I'd just like to say thank you so fucking much to all of you who've read, favourited, followed, and especially reviewed my story. You're all responsible for motivating me to continue writing, if I could, I'd snog each and every one of you.


Chapter Twenty-Nine.

Naomi's POV

To say that last night was a success would be an understatement.

My girl made every single person in that pub- besides Katie, obviously, fall in love with her. I don't know if it's her adorable mannerisms, natural musical talent, beautifully husky voice, or general shagability, but I know for certain that she was irresistible up on that stage. If I had a pound for every chav or chavette that was eyeing Ems up, I'd have at least twenty three pounds. Naturally, that meant I had to dole out an equal amount of 'back-the-fuck-up' stares.

It got my point across though, especially when I snogged her on stage after her last song.

I'll be honest, I was rather sneaky (I prefer 'clever') about making her final piece a duet. I had rung Freds and quickly given him the order to bring the shed-guitar and then learned the chord progression for Little Numbers whilst Ems was downstairs whipping up some monstrosity of a sandwich. Thankfully, I had been the one to get her into Boy in the first place, so I knew the actual song backwards, forwards, and sideways. That took away the responsibilities of learning the lyrics and melody, all I had to do was strum some notes and remember to sing instead of staring gormlessly at Ems.
It went really fucking well, the song was flawless. Not to mention the fact that Emily looks sexy as fuck when she's perched lankily atop a shitty wooden stool in an outfit that made her look then thousand times more than fuckable. I couldn't help myself during the final applause; not kissing her wasn't an option.

If anything, my little stunt only won me points in the girlfriend book and raised Ems' popularity... especially with Cook...

Speaking of that fucking twat, he got us all booted from the pub not ten minutes after Emily's stint.


There I was, innocently snogging the life out of my girlfriend in the darkest corner I could find, when I'm interrupted by Cook's obnoxious wolf howl. It only got worse from there, too.
I looked up towards the stage and saw that the tosser was stripped down to his skivvies and failing at his rendition of 'You're The One That I Want'.

Even Katie got annoyed with him, which is a difficult feat for her seeing as he was throwing her name into any available break in the lyrics and making ridiculous pelvic thrusts in her direction.

Needless to say, the owner of the pub swiftly informed us that we were to leave immediately and take our shameful friend with us.

After gathering Cook's clothes and herding the gang out on to the sidewalk, we came to the conclusion that the best choice for our next destination was the play-park across the road.

Panda and Thommo had shown up at the pub in the middle of Emily's second song, so by the time we were all settled at our newfound plastic home, there was a whopping total of nine intoxicated teens draped across a swing set and shoddy metal slide.


I tried my luck at sneakiness while the rest of the gang was engaged in riveting conversation about some heterosexual nonsense, pulling Emily toward the shady patch beneath the jungle gym and slipping her top off.

I was too pumped up on adrenaline and horniness to give a fuck about the others. My eager hands had just yanked the cups of her bra down past her breasts when I felt like I was being watched. With her delectable tits being set on display for me, I hardly payed attention to my gut feeling of committing accidental exhibitionism.

That attitude lasted until Cook's apparent leering drew Katie's attention away from the central conversation. Before I could even begin to drown myself in the sensation of Emily's nipples beneath my tongue and lips, I felt sharp claws yanking me in the opposite direction by my peroxide blonde hair.

"Fuck's sake, dykes! Can you control yourselves for a fucking second?! Jesus Emily, have some fucking decency!"

I could have laughed at Katie's words, but I was too busy gawking at the hostile older twin to answer, and I guess Ems was pretty busy with trying to redress herself, so she didn't offer up a response either. That pissed Katie off even more; bloody shocker, yeah?

The night was wrapped up with Emily being dragged home by Katie; the remainder of the group split into couples- JJ and Cook being my personal favourite- and they left one after another. I was left all on my lonesome, desperately trying to dispel the growing wetness between my legs as I ran my mind around anything that didn't involve Emily.

Lo and behold, my resistance was futile. My night wound up consisting of me fingering myself and imagining it was Emily touching me. It's a bit pathetic, but I've come to terms with myself so it's alright.


Today is new day, though, so I've come to the decision to spend some quality outdoors time with Freds.

The two of us just cruised around the downtown section of bristol; me on my beloved fixie and Freddie on his decrepit old skateboard.

The whole thing was rather peaceful, a little too wholesome, even.

We took the bus down to the docks to start our little journey, and from there we rode through the town centre and then raced around a few of the nicer residential roads.

When we were passing a small private park we had to ride past a small crowd of five shitty looking lads. They all seemed to be between the ages of sixteen and twenty, and if their matching soul-patches were anything to go by, they seemed like a right bunch of tossers.

Freds and I had slowed the pace of our riding a minute earlier due to an unfortunate near-collision with a group of pensioners; I was sat sideways on the seat of my bike with foot resting on the lower frame bar, allowing the peddles rotate beneath me and giving one an occasional stomp to keep myself going, Freddie was just cruising along beside me, letting his board swerve loosely around the narrow road.


The members twat-brigade were throwing us dirty looks- not your standard dirty look, mind you, but the kind where it seemed to say 'you just killed my gran with a fork and now I must avenge her.' I'm not sure why they seem to be so hostile towards us- lovely, one of the fatter tossers in a tracksuit just tried to throw his rubbish at me. Fuck's sake, he chucked a full, unopened bottle of fucking fizzy drink at me! That could have done actual damage if Freddie hadn't managed to snatch the bottle out of the air before it could hit me. It was kind of funny, really, watching the usually mellow Fredster smack the tail of his board to the ground and come to a screeching halt right in front of the group.

He didn't say anything at first, just pretended to inspect the bottle before cracking it open and taking a gulp. He swallowed with a grimace, "Cheers, mate, I was feeling rather thirsty. It's a shame this tastes like complete shit though." With that, he tossed the bottle into the air with a spin, effectively showering the boys in a bright red, syrupy rain.

They didn't say anything immediately, apparently they were a bit too shocked to form words.
Freddie laughed when the bottle hit one lad on the head before it dropped to the floor.
"So, would any of you care to explain why you tried to pelt my mate with a bloody litre of juice?"

The boy who threw the bottle stepped forward and assumed a 'menacing' stance. "Little fucking dyke deserves a beating, she acts like she ain't a fucking abomination! It's disgusting!"

Now I was the speechless one. Did I really just hear that?

Freddie looked back at me to gauge my reaction, waiting to see if I would want to speak before him. He took my uncharacteristic silence as encouragement for talking.

"Do you actually believe what you just said, or are you taking the piss?"

The chav grew angrier, "It's God's honest fucking truth!"
Freddie was bent over in silent laughter, I knew that it wasn't genuine though, that he was actually fuming just as bad as I was, but he was doing the perfect thing to push their buttons.

"Whats so fucking funny, fairy boy?"

Freds straightens up then, walking forward until he is face to face with the ringleader of the boys, the one who's instigated everything.

"You're what's funny, mate. Here you are spouting some homophobic bullshit at my friend; she goes home to a gorgeous woman every night... you go home and wank that little pencil dick of yours to a video of random slags fucking."
The boy is now red-faced in both anger and embarrassment, even his mates seem to be laughing silently at him.
"I don't care if she goes home to her bulldyke fucking girlfriend, she's going to hell-"

You know what? Fuck this shit, enough is enough. I interrupt his rant mid sentence.
"Alright cunt, I'm done listening to your pathetic excuses of 'morals' and 'justice'... It's the 21st fucking century, not the bloody Stone Age."

I stay on my bike, attempting to keep up my relaxed appearance even though my blood is boiling right now,
"Plus," I add, "If anything is a sin here, it's your fucking tracksuit."

Nice one, Campbell! That comment actually garnered a few laughs from the apparently benevolent mates.

I pretend to wince and squint at him in disdain, "Honestly mate, it really accentuates your feminine figure... if you had better tits I might even give you second glance!"
More snickers ensue, Team McClampbell 3, Tosser 0!

Out of nowhere the leading chav charges towards Freddie; I suppose he was going for the element of surprise, but it failed spectacularly because Freds was already ready and waiting to headbutt the kid into a mild concussion.


After Freddie's one-hit knock out, we proceeded to roll away completely composed. I could tell he was worried about me because every few minutes he would remind me that there're at least seven people who would happily listen to me vent until my voice was hoarse. I appreciated the sentiment of his words, I really did, but I was still shaken up about the whole thing.

I mean, yeah, sure, I've been through the standard amount of bullying and ridicule one would be expected to experience when they come out, but this just hit me straight in the chest.

It might have been because that boy yelled his bigotry with such conviction, or perhaps it was because he dragged my relationship with Emily through his shit... I'm not sure, but this situation just stung me at the very core of my being.

I sat at home on my bed for three hours once I had finished my journey with Freddie. I wish I could say I did something useful, but all I accomplished was some very intense wall-staring, a good deal of self pitying, and letting the pain in my heart grow into a right bloody mess.


I even managed to forget that Emily had promised to come over at six. But, I remembered once she came skipping happily in to my room. Her carefree gait stopped as soon as she saw my broken form huddled into a tiny ball in the centre of my duvet.

She didn't say a word as she climbed onto the bed, scooting up to me until she was able to wrap her slender limbs around my hunched body. I love that she didn't force me to talk... she sat in silence with me for the better part of an hour, just waiting for me to blurt something important out.
Once I was able to speak, I recounted the day's tale to Emily. I did actually feel a little better once I had gotten the situation out into the semi-open.

That night, my beautifully irreplaceable, incredible, girlfriend used just her mouth and fingers to show me how much she loved me... three times, actually.

During our second round of ridiculously good girl sex, I found myself laughing out loud at the thought of the boy who had upset me just hours before. Freddie was right, that twat is probably alone in his house ranting on the internet; I've got a sexy redhead between my legs lapping at my centre like it's her job. It kind of is, if you think about it...


So, what'd you think? Let me know what you're interested in reading in the last chapter! Thanks.