Hi guys, so I wrote this with a friend of mine, but we never got to finish it, so I decided to give it a go and get it done as a surprise. Romantic I know. Please review, feedback would be totally awesome. Hope we've done a good job of a crackship, I like to think we made it as real as possible. Have fun. Free hugs! Em.
It had started with a text, Naomi had been flipping through Heat, minding her own business, when who of all people should set her phone off? Princess Katie Fitch, demanding that "Campbell meet her because they have shit to discuss". She almost ignored the text, her and Emily weren't together and she didn't own Katie a God Damn thing, but something was nagging in the back of her mind, and for whatever reason, she couldn't say no. Naomi had left Bristol almost a year ago now, she had gone to Mexico, gotten some work in a bar and then headed up to the West Coast of the US, just doing as she pleased, her and Emily had fallen apart not long after Freddie died, it was all too intense. Sighing, she agreed to meet Katie.
Katie walked quickly to the coffee shop, millions of questions swimming through her mind. She wasn't Naomi's biggest fan, that being an understatement, but she hadn't talked to Emily in quite some time and she needed to know what was going on with her. If that meant having a coffee with someone she wasn't fond of, she would do it. Her heels clicked against the concrete as she approached the shop, opening the door slowly. Her eyes scanned the room as the strong smell of coffee engulfed her, looking for a familiar face, or a good looking one at least. Katie walked up to the counter, examining the menu. Latte, Mocha, Chai, Caramel, Americano, she cringed at the choices that were presented to her, none of it sounding the least bit appetizing. "Fucksake" she whispered to herself as she sauntered away from the counter, pulling her phone out of her pocket to send Naomi a text. Change of plans, pub right next to the coffee shop. Her finger glided over the touch screen before sliding it back in her jacket. Katie walked into the near empty pub, going right to the bar, the leather seat making a peeling noise as she positioned herself on it. She set her elbow on the counter and rested her chin on her palm, waiting for the bartender to approach her. A short man appeared in front of her face, his expressions indicating he was all too eager to take her order. "Hey beautiful, what will you be having today?" He winked at her, being a bit too forward for Katie's liking. She offered him a smile, hoping to make the most of the shit situation she had put herself in. "Well, if you are feeling nice today, two vodkas on ice." She offered him a wink, leaning her chest on the bar counter to give him a clear view of her assets. His eyes scanned her before looking back at her, "My treat" he responded, turning around to make her drinks. Katie smiled, she had almost become too good at coercing lonely men to get any enjoyment out of it. Her eyes became fixated on the door, waiting for Naomi's arrival.
Naomi literally had no idea what Katie could possibly want, maybe she would bash the blondes head in with one of her monstrous stilettos, or maybe just flat out smash her face in, what ever scenario came up, none of them ended well for Naomi. Still, she agreed to meet with the twin, on the grounds that Katie hadn't been a total cunt to her in the last few months before they all went separate ways. Her friendship with the older Fitch girl had always been strained, Katie blamed Naomi for Emily's sexuality, she could have murdered the blonde when she discovered the whole cheating saga and then to top it all off, Naomi ran half way around the world to escape everything. But in all that, her and Katie had come to some sort of understanding, all they wanted was the best for Emily, the both loved her to ridiculous extremes and they had always shared that in common. Heading for the coffee shop Katie had told Naomi to meet her at, she had her hand on the door when her phone vibrated and Katie signaled a change of plans. Rolling her eyes Naomi turned on her heel and set off to the pub, at least there she could have something nice and strong to drink, she wasn't sure how Katie would take Naomi being back, but there was also the encounter with Emily to explain, how she had told the girl it was over forever, that would sit really well with her over protective, brash sister. Naomi would be lucky to make it out of there alive. Pushing through the creaky door she was hit with the smell of stale beer and piss, classy place really, but the bar looked well stocked and there were a few patrons dotted around, keeping to themselves, cradling their pints and talking over pointless things like football and desperate housewives. Naomi craned her neck looking around for Katie, and soon enough saw the girl with her tits hanging out over the bar as the bar man swooned over her, somethings never change right? Naomi chuckled but made a bee line for Katie, noticing the girl had ordered her a drink, wow. A peace offering it would appear. Naomi silently took up the battered stool next to Katie, looking straight ahead, not quite brave enough to face Katie directly. "Alright?, what did you want to discuss?" Naomi took a long swig of the vodka and welcomed the sting it brought.
Chapter 2
The two drinks appeared in front of her, the short man lingering for a bit longer than necessary. She offered him a small smile of appreciation, keeping quiet to assure him that she had no interest in talking to him. He reluctantly walked away, heading towards a male customer who looked like he hadn't showered in weeks, wearing a dingy beige button up that she assumed was white when he bought it. She shuddered at the thought, but then was quickly brought out of her daze when Naomi took the seat next to her, speaking in a low somber tone. Katie opened her mouth to respond to the blonde, but found herself searching for words. Katie hadn't got this far in her plan, she wasn't exactly sure why she was talking to Naomi in the first place, but for some reason she felt that the blonde was the only one who would tell her the truth about what was going on with Emily. Despite the fact the thought of Naomi and her sister made her sick, she knew that Emily really loved her. Why? That was something she may never understand, Naomi had always been a rude bitch, always on her high horse with something to prove. On the other hand, she also knew that Naomi loved Emily, her mind wandering to the time the whole group was in the shed, listening to Naomi's heartfelt confession. She lifted her drink, throwing the whole thing down before signaling over the short man behind the bar, assuming her provocative position on the counter once again. "Two more please babe, thank-you." She said in a sweet tone, before turning her body towards Naomi."I need to know what's going on with my sister." Katie said straight away, cutting the couple snide remarks out that she had planned to start the conversation with. She assumed a muff muncher joke probably wouldn't give her the answers she was looking for. She took the second vodka drink that she was served, taking a sip before setting it down. "I'm sure you being back has caused some sort of turmoil, and Emily most likely won't talk about it because she thinks-" she paused, a small smirk snaking on her face, "Well because I'm a bitch. But I love her. And I figured after some time apart we could engage in a mature conversation, yeah?" She offered Naomi a smile, taking another sip of her drink.
Well Katie hadn't changed one bit, still a bossy bitch as ever, but Naomi was too tired to even argue with her in any form. She swallowed both drinks in front of her, she'd need them to numb her down before Katie most likely beat the living shit out of her. Naomi looked around the darkened bar, in all honesty, looking for the exits, this was the last place she wanted to be, how the fuck was she meant to explain to Katie that she had once again torn Emily's heart out and walked away. She picked an ice cube from the glass and placed it in her mouth, trying to find anyway to delay what she would reveal. She moved the cube around around with her tongue before crunching it with her teeth. After Katie huffed next to her, she breathed in, and knew her time was running out. "I don't know. I-I-I can't be with her Katie, we're not the same. We don't work" Naomi slumped in her seat leaving the twin looking slightly shell shocked at that admission, but Naomi couldn't be the hero everyone wanted, she wasn't going to ride in and save Emily, whisking her off into the sunset. They were totally different people and no amount of thinking or trying to convince each other differently would change that. Naomi gestured to the bar man for another round, Katie hadn't finished her second so Naomi drank both of them in one. She had been in the bar ten minutes and already gotten through 4 double vodkas. Very productive. She sat back and just waited for the slap she was certain would follow.
Katie face transformed suddenly from smug to confused as she heard Naomi's words, followed by her attempts to get intoxicated as quickly as possible. She knew the blonde must feel uncomfortable around her, most girls were threatened by the red head so she was used to it, thrived off of it really. But she was throwing the drinks back as if it were her death wish. Katie finished her drink, ordering another one, she didn't want to be too far behind. She sipped it, examining Naomi's face, trying to see if she was telling her the truth. She seemed very serious about her proclamation. The end of Emily and Naomi? She didn't know whether to be ecstatic or infuriated by the news she had just received. On one hand, this meant she would have Emily back, for good. No more being second choice to the arrogant blonde. Not gay, stupid, popped into her mind, maybe now that Naomi was gone for good she would realize that she really isn't and never was a lesbian. At least, that was Katie's opinion. But on the other hand, this meant that once again she had hurt Emily. Despite the fact that the idea of Naomi being out of the picture made her want to celebrate, she knew that Emily must be crushed. She knew that Naomi would do this to her again, told her even, but Emily would never listen to her. She paused before speaking to Naomi, trying to decide which angle to approach this situation at. She didn't want to be nice, but she didn't want the blonde stomping out of the pub in an angry rage either, she needed details. Katie took another sip from her third drink, feeling the alcohol's affects slowly creeping up on her. She repositioned herself on the bar stool, crossing her legs and hooking her heel around the bar that was attached to the chair. "You're done?" she answered, a look of doubt spread across her face. "Well I can't pretend I'm too torn up by the break up." she trailed off biting her lip to make sure she remained calm and in control, making sure her bitchy tone wasn't too strong, she didn't want to scare Naomi away. "Are you okay?" The words sounded foreign in her mouth, a look of confusion and shock plastered on her face. She had never once had a conversation with Naomi that went beyond lesbian digs or bitchy accusations, and she was sure the blonde was just as surprised as she was. She took another drink from her vodka, finishing it before ordering her fourth.
Naomi sat there quietly, waiting for Katie to process the bomb shell she had just dropped, most people expected the blonde to hurt Emily, but nobody saw them breaking up for good, not even Naomi herself had anticipated this one. It cut her up, but it was the right thing to do. Swirling her glass she watched as the ice cubes bounced off the side. When Katie finally spoke, they were not the words she expected, Naomi was ready to be screamed at, punched, slapped and all the lovely things in between, this was different, Katie was being honest with her, open almost. She wasn't being false, or bitchy, it was just different. And then she said something that almost knocked Naomi off her chair. Did Katie Fitch just ask if she was ok? Naomi thought about checking her pulse but that gesture wouldn't sit too well with the ballsy twin."Um… yes.. fine thanks" Naomi answered with the default, of course she wasn't ok, her head was all over the place, she felt like shit, she was constantly crushed by guilt, but she also wasn't about to bare her soul to Katie, they had never gotten on, the girl blamed her for making Emily gay. "It's just a bit fucked" Naomi offered her a bit more honesty that time, it seemed only fair.
Katie watched Naomi as she answered her question, giving the red head an answer that was obviously a lie. She didn't quite understand their relationship, apart from them being a lesbian couple which was severely different from anything she herself had been involved in, Emily and Naomi's relationship seemed confusing to her. It appeared as if one of them was always in tears, one of them is always hurting the other, one of them is always doubting the other, they never seem to just relax and enjoy each other. They claim to love each other yet they can't go an extended period of time without cheating, fighting, or breaking up- it didn't make sense. She knew that Naomi had been the one to dump Emily, and she wanted to know why. Katie took another sip from her vodkas, the affects beginning to really become noticeable. She felt the guard she had been putting up to protect herself from Naomi slowly coming down, the threat she once posed seem to diminish as the conversation went on. "I don't understand." Katie started with, an honest inquiry. "I thought you two like, loved each other and shit." She lifted her drink once again, sipping it slowly, her eyes still locked with the blonde's. "I mean I have never been in a girl on girl thing, minus a couple drunk snogging incidents, but it can't be the much different then any other relationship." Her body swayed a bit side to side as she talked, opening up much more to Naomi than she had planned to. She slid her jacket off revealing her tight black sleeveless top, a design made of sparkles planted in the middle. "If you love someone.." she trailed off, gazing towards the back of the bar. Her mind wandered to the myriad of twats and losers she had dated, all claiming to love her, want to be with her forever- although they never did stay around. Katie was used to it. She started again, "You don't let that shit go."