I have all the excuses in the world but you don't want to hear them (except maybe that I'm writing a lot of Til I Drop so I can post lots of that at once) so here it is. The Final Chapter. It feels weird after all this time, even if I haven't updated often it's always been here- anyway, Imma shut up now so you can read. Please review because this is it and I think you should throw out a final hurruh, ya know D

Disclaimer: I don't own these girls I just like to put them where I know and make them do sexy things.

I think the styles a little different in this one but I enjoyed writing it and besides, I thought this chapter called for something just a tad out of the norm.


11.

I wasn't one hundred percent sure where we were, Cook having dragged me halfway across town after we got kicked out of the last club. My head was spinning from alcohol, Cook's voice yelling Tequilaaaaaaaaaa still echoing around my head, whatever pills Cook had managed to convince me to take and the intense make out with...with...that chick from before. I couldn't really remember her; her face or name but I definitely could remember her mouth. If it wasn't for Cook I was considering throwing any kind of caution to the wind and finding out what else that mouth could do. He yelled though, loudly in my ear and brought reality crashing down around me, not the blurry, happy place I had been in before.

"Fucking lezza Naomikins!" he yelled bouncing up and down like the idiot on drugs he was and my mind instantly flashed back to her. The way her hands burnt and her lips tasted like honey and how she was the most beautiful person in the world. The girl attached to me then didn't hold the same appeal. I pushed her away and stumbled back to the bar.

"I need to go home!" I screamed at Cook, the loud music preventing any actual conversation but he must have heard me because his giant dolphin smile instantly turned to a thunderous look. He shook his head, handed me and shot and bounded off.

I checked over my options; I could ignore the shot and catch a taxi home now. I wouldn't get into anymore trouble by trying to shag a girl and I might be able to be half conscious the next day. Or I could take the shot, take away the constant thoughts of her and just let myself feel because it was never going to happen and I had to stop reliving that night.

I threw the shot down with barely a grimace and climbed into the fold after Cook.


I think I groaned. My ears weren't working right away. I wiggled my fingers. They were still attached. I tried to roll over. My back cracked and I gave up. I tried to open my eyes but they were glued shut and I was pretty sure that it was in protest of the light they would soon be objected to. My hearing slowly came back with a gentle buzzing throughout my head. I breathed in. And listened with great curiosity as a an exhale filled the room. I breathed out. It was definitely not me.

I tried to move my hand around to see if I could hit anyone but while the bed was warm beside me I couldn't reach mystery person. I tried to remember what the hell had happened.


I had been looking for Cook, dismissing him as I watched him grinding lecherously with a short blonde and turned to see if there were any doors around the edges of the room. I was sick of sweaty, moving bodies and needed a bit of fresh air and to wait until the effects of the last shot would kick in.

With a gasp I came out at a smoke area, cursed the very un-fresh air but lit up a cigarette anyway. I breathed in, breathed out and watched the smoke bend and curl in the cold night air.

Cook opened the door with a slam, walked around to me with a shit-eating grin.

"Naomikins!" he yelled. "What you doing outside?"

I considered asking him but didn't. The chemicals were still running rampart in my brain and she wouldn't leave. I felt like I needed to puke.

"Woah Blondie." His voice was unusually caring. "You don't look so good. Take one of these yeah. Pick you up in no time."

I didn't even think twice about swallowing the small white pill, I had already committed myself to the night with that one shot and I was keen to forget the red-head having a party in my head. I smiled as I felt it working, loosening my limbs and my head and making the sweaty, stale inside of the club seem like the best place in the world to be. I pushed myself off the wall but fell back down. I had seen red, just a flash, but my drunk and obsessive brain had already taken it and run with it and so all I could see was red. Cook was pulling me by the arm, laughing manically and leaping full force into the crowd and I could do nothing but follow and ignore the red creeping in from all sides of my vision.


They were moving. THEY WERE MOVING. I tried to calm my head down but I couldn't for life of me remember who it could be. The slight sigh they let out let me know that it was a girl though. A girl. A girl like Emily was a girl. And I maybe slept with her. I maybe slept with a girl who wasn't Emily. I tried to breathe and tried to remember.


I was dancing with someone. Their hands were soft and they slid across my body easily. To my boiling skin they felt so cool, I could almost see the steam rising as those hands moved faster and faster across my heated body. I turned around, her face blurry from the movement and her dark hair tickling my face and making me laugh. I felt like crying because I couldn't stop thinking about her. I clearly had an illness. I pushed closer to...blurry face girl and revelled in her coldness.


I moved my hand a little bit further back. Trying to see if the skin behind me was as cold as I remember. I bit back my gasp as it burnt, a fire slowly spreading through my fingertips. I tried to convince myself that it was because we had been in bed all night, because she had a fever, because she was a mutant alien with a freakily high skin temperature but I was lying to myself. I knew that burn. I had been playing it over and over in my head for months.


Her hands started wandering lower and I watched curiously as her dark hair looked against my pale hands. I hadn't even realise I had pulled her face to mine until after, a smirk slowly overcoming the look of shock on her face.


My hand moved further across the bedspread. I wanted to be sure because if I wasn't then I wasn't sure I could face the mystery person without being a complete bitch.


We started to grind together, her hand gripping my back tightly, stopping me from slipping off the planet. My brain was still racing but the way her chest was moving in the frantic movements and the way she bit her were slowly distracting me from the red-head who had been in my head for months. I still wanted the burn, I wanted the burn so much but I knew that having that wasn't possible so it wouldn't be totally out of the question to play around a little, would it?

The room was closer in tighter around me and I knew I had to get out there. I moved my head until it was right next to her ear, my breathe blowing that dark hair around. But then I felt it. It was undeniable and it made me lose my breath for a second and just press into that beautiful burn more.

I flung myself around.


I stopped breathing as a hand slid across my ribs. I pictured it, small, pale and perfect before settled right under my breast. I was breathless because the burn was travelling around me whole body and setting me on fire all the while I was too tired and hung-over to even open my eyes.

"One," a husky voice said in my ear, perfectly in time to the banging in my chest. "Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

I ignored my protesting eyes and back and body and rolled quickly to face her, just to be absolutely sure that I wasn't having some weird come down symptoms.


She was standing perfectly in front of me; eyes wild at the possibility of what might have happened but also soft like she was almost as glad to see me and I was her. I felt the familiar nerves creep up, the familiar tightness in my chest and throat but I also felt her. Her soft skin as I ran my hands down her cheek, her hair as it slid through my fingers.

She was real.


She was here.

I let out the breath I was holding and breathed her in.

"You're here." I said because none of the other millions of words I wanted to say would come out.

"Yeah," she replied and I was fairly sure she had the same problem.

I looked down at her, each second I spent solidifying the idea in my head that she was actually here. And in my pig shirt. I may have just died inside. I smirked lightly and tugged at the offending garment.

"Wearing my clothes?" She laughed and I drank in the sound, watched the way the muscles in her neck moved and making sure she was actually here.

"Well you were in a bit of a state last night and after you collapsed I didn't feel like staying in my club outfit." I looked down at myself and indeed saw the same clothes that I had been wearing. My eyes then flickered to the floor, at the scrap of black that was lying there. I really wished I hadn't drank so much so I could clearly remember exactly what she had looked like.

"I'll show you another time," she said with a smile thick in her voice.

"Another time?" I asked, teasing to conceal that I wanted to know if she was staying here. If she was staying with me.

"Yep," she said while stroking my cheek gently. My skin caught fire at the contact and I smiled because it felt so beautiful. "Because we have all the time in the world."


So that's it. Now I just have to say goodbye to you all.

GOODBYE.

You guys have made me smile so many bajillion squillion times when I've been having a grumpy day just by reading and appreciating this story. It started out as me needing to get this out of my head and has ended up fairly nicely I would say, what about you? It's been a long journey (mostly because I am the worst updater in the world) but also because they have a BIG FREAKING STORY that needs to be told. So big that it's not just contained to this piece but that it's been told by every single person on this site and many others. That's what this story is first and foremost about. Emily and Naomi. They are the reason by brain goes nuts with ideas at odd times in the morning and they are the reason I've spent the last terms Maths lessons furiously writing this.

They are the reason it started but (to throw out another ridiculous cliche) you guys are the reason it went so far. Seriously though, I would have given up right away if I didn't have you guys reviewing and yelling and me to get my ass into gear. So this is my final thankyou to all of you, especially to those people who have reviewed all the way through! You guys always make posting a chapter so much fun and now that my final thankyou is over I am going to ask for yours ;)

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PLUGGING OVER.

Now my beautiful people, I will be seeing you very soon (if you choose to return of course...oh...well now it's just awkward)...

Jules.