God I drank far too much last night. I reallyneed to stop drinking whisky. I also need to stop waking up naked in bed with one of my best friends. Effy's still curled up beside me, fast asleep. It's only the second time we've fucked each other, the first was this time last year, on the first anniversary of Freddie's funeral. It's starting to become something of a habit. I suppose it could have been worse; I could have ended up waking up beside Naomi this morning. At least when Effy wakes up it's not going to be all weird. Sex isn't a big deal to Effy. It's just sex, a way to feel good when your head's fucked up; and this time of year Effy's head is more fucked up than usual.

Mine isn't feeling much better right now, and it's not just the drink. I can't believe I fucking kissed Naomi back last night. Seven fucking years I've managed to hide how I feel about her and one stupid kiss is going to screw everything up! It's all herfault; as usual! Why can't she just stay the hell away from my family?

Effy starts to stir beside me and I roll on to my side to face her. There's a moment, in the mornings, when she wakes up and just for a moment she looks peaceful. For a few seconds each day she's forgotten all about Foster and Freddie and all the other shit in her life; but it doesn't last long and as she blinks away the fog of sleep her mask of indifference slips over her face and she's ready to face a new day. "Hey." She croaks as she rolls over to face me, resting her head on her arm. "What time is it?"
"Late." I grumble as I check my mobile. I've got a text from Lara and a missed call from Emily. I decide I'll call her later and toss my phone back down beside me. "We're supposed to be at Karen's in like two hours." We've slept most of the day away and my legs feel stiff as I climb out of bed.

"Good." Effy rolls back over and pulls the blanket over her head. She'll probably climb out of bed an hour before we're meant to leave and be mortal by the time we get to the shed. She'll drink herself in to oblivion so she doesn't have to think about Freddie. I leave her in my bed as I pull on my dressing gown and go check on Cook. He doesn't handle this time of year any better. Sure enough when I walk in to the living room he's sitting in his boxers on the sofa, drinking what's left of my Jack Daniels. His eyes are red and unfocused. He's either just woken up, he's stoned, or he's been crying; maybe all three.
"You two sleeping beauties finally up then? Drink?" He holds the bottle out towards me but I shake my head at him. I'm not in the mood to drink. I'll probably take the car over to Karen's tonight.

"Me and Eff are gonna hit town later if you fancy it?"
"Do you think that's a good idea? Ef's-"
"Effy needs a distraction." Cook cuts me off like he knows best and I want to slap him. He wasn't even around when Effy was coping with Freddie's death. When she was trying to hurt herself so often that they had to sedate her for days on end. Cook's been out of prison for about six months and he's spent most of that time drunk or high. I think he's on a mission to drink himself to death and I don't want him dragging Effy down with him. "She's a big girl Katie, she doesn't need a babysitter."

"Fuck off Cook." I roll my eyes at him and sulk off back to my bedroom. I've got enough on my plate without him being a dick. I've spent the last two years looking after Effy, picking her up after every knock down, holding her hand and getting her through one day at a time. She's doing better now, and I won't have Cook fucking her life up again. Just like I won't let this thing with me and Naomi get in the way of Freddie's day. "Put some fucking pants on Cook! And call Campbell; tell her not to be late tonight!" I slam my bedroom door behind me and Effy jumps with a start. I flop back in to bed and let out a sigh. I'm really not looking forward to tonight, but I've got to go, for Effy and for Freddie. I meant what I said to Naomi last night. I really did care about him too, and I know he'd want me looking after Effy, keeping her safe. Right now looking after her involves pulling the blankets off her and ordering her in to the shower.

Somehow we all manage to be ready in time to go over to Karen's for six and I drive the three of us over. We're the first ones there and we find Karen alone in the shed. She's already started drinking and Cook and Effy quickly join her. I ask Karen if she's got anything non-alcoholic since I'm driving and she curses. "Fuck, sorry Katie, I didn't think. JJ's going to want orange juice-"
"It's ok. I'll nip out for some." I pass JJ on the way to the car and let him know I'll be back with something to drink in five. Lara's at home with Albert, she knew Freddie, but not well enough to impose. I might drop JJ off home later and pop in to see her. Along with Effy she's my best friend and I know she'll listen to me whinge about Cook and Naomi and everything else that's pissing me off.

By the time I go to the shop and get back to the shed I find Naomi standing outside of it. She's standing there staring at the door of the shed like it's about to bite her. It's not like the shed holds many fond memories for her. It was here that she poured her heart out to Emily, admitted she had loved her since she was twelve; only to be shot down by Ems and told it was too late. I don't think it's just memories of Emily that's stalling her though. "Are you just going to fucking stand there all night or what?" I snap at her, and she jumps. Her eyes widen as they land on me and a blush spreads over her pale cheeks.
Katie-"
"Save it Campbell. Tonight's about Freddie, yeah?" The last thing I want is to be having a conversation about what happened last night so I shove past her in to the shed, hoping she gets the the shed it's dark and the smell of weed is overpowering. The others are all sprawled around on the tatty old chairs and upturned crates. Effy already looks wasted as she pulls Naomi down for a hug and ends up pulling her on to her lap. She shoots me a pointed smirk behind Naomi's back and I roll my eyes back at her just as Naomi glances my way and catches me. Fuck. As if things weren't awkward enough. Cook hands her a beer and she moves so she's perched on the arm of the chair. I take a seat beside Karen and end up picking up a beer instead of the coke I've just bought. One won't hurt and I need something to take the edge off. While the rest of them share stories about Freddie and roar with laughter, particularly Cook who has already had too much, I sit quietly ripping at the label on my bottle. We're supposed to be here for Freddie, but all I can think about is the blonde sitting across from me. She can't look me in the eye and hasn't said a word to me since I got here. God knows what she's thinking, but at the end of the day shekissed me first. I might have wanted to kiss her since we were fourteen but I wasn't the one who started it last night.

I remember when I first noticed her. We'd been at the same middle school for a couple of years and I'd never really noticed her much. She was quiet and kept to herself, but one night she turned up at the same house party as us. She'd had on this pretty summer dress with her hair loose and curled and she had looked absolutely stunning. I'd tried to talk to her, but she'd just looked down on me with those big blue eyes of hers and walked off. Later that night I found Emily kissing her and I went mental. I wasn't used to being second best. I was the one who always got the attention, not Emily. Of course it made more sense all those years later when Naomi had stood in this very shed, pouring her heart out. She'd already been in love with Emily that night, had been for years before I'd even noticed her. I'd never had a chance.

I'm really not in the mood to be around the others right now. I'm tired and cranky and it's Effy's fault for slipping in to my room last night. She looks happy though and it's nice to see a genuine smile on her face as she's surrounded by people who love her. She catches me looking at her and offers a knowing smile. She knows exactly where my attention is tonight. I just can't get my mind off Naomi. When you've denied yourself something for so long and it throws itself at you, and slides a hand under your skirt, it's pretty hard to just forget about it.

By the time we all decide to leave the dark dank shed is like an icebox and I'm more than ready for my nice warm bed at home. Shame I've got it all to myself tonight. Effy and Cook declare they're going on to a club and try to get Naomi to go with them, but she declines. She looks just as tired and distracted as I am and it makes me wonder just what's on her mind right now. Is she thinking about last night? About just how close we came to fucking on that sofa? I'm pulled out of my own thoughts as Effy comes up to me to give me a hug and whispers in my ear.
"You should scratch that itch. It might put a smile on your face." She winks at me and it rubs me up the wrong way. She's already off her tits and I don't like the idea of Cook dragging her off to a club; but Cook's right, she's a big girl and I can't keep coddling her forever. I squeeze Cook a little too tightly as I hug him and hiss a warning in his ear that lets him know just what I'll do to him if anything happens to Effy.

When I pull away from Cook I'm facing Naomi and thoughts of scratching that itch flash through my mind. I could offer her a lift home and see where it leads, but I've already promised JJ a lift home and said I'll pop in to see Lara. "Good night." I snap at her a little too harshly and don't miss the flash of hurt on her face. I try to brush it off, but as I climb in to the car all I think about is the look she had in her eyes last night, when she'd crushed her lips against mine. Her eyes hadn't been glazed over or unfocussed, she hadn't been looking at me and seeing Emily; her sharp blue eyes had been intently focused. She had been kissing me, not Emily. For a second I feel a little flicker of hope in the pit of my stomach and I'm so distracted that I almost drive past JJ's house."Are you coming in Katie?" He questions as we pull up outside and as much as I'd like to see Lara I shake my head and promise to pop over in the morning to see her and Albert. JJ waves cheerily as I drive off, but my attention is elsewhere. When I get home I toss my keys on the table by the door and go straight to the kitchen to dig out my other secret stash of drink. The whisky burns my throat as it goes down and spreads a fire in my stomach that burns away the last of my resolve. "Fuck it." I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts, bringing up Naomi's name to send a text. I bite my lip, trying to think of what to say to get her here. A life time of being a bitch comes in useful as I type a short sharp message that will guarantee she comes over.

'We need to talk. Get your arse here or I'll tell Ems."

I have no intention of telling my twin that I kissed her ex, but I know it will scare the shit out of Naomi and get her over here. I sit waiting for her to text back or to call, sipping at whisky and biting my nails. When the buzzer goes ten minutes later I almost jump out of my skin. She's actually come over. Taking a deep breath I stride over to the door and buzz her in. I'm shaking as I hear the front security door slam shut downstairs and try my best to appear nonchalant as I lean against the door frame. I've got no idea what I'm going to say to her; I didn't actually think that far ahead. I just wanted to see her again. I scowl at her out of habit as she approaches me. She looks fucking terrified; and gorgeous.

"Katie-"
"Shut up Campbell!" I surprise both of us by pushing her up against the door frame and kissing her. Her mouth opens in shock and I take the chance to deepen the kiss, my tongue clashing against hers. After a moment of just standing there she finally reacts. Her arms wrap around my waist and her lips start moving at the same time as our legs stumble backwards, in to the flat. She pulls away and her eyes are wide as she looks at me with that same lustful look she wore last night. I feel the throbbing between my legs increase tenfold and cut her off when she tries to talk again.
"Katie-"
"You're not here for a fucking conversation Campbell." I bite down on her lip and she whimpers again. It's my new favourite sound.

I lead her the short distance down the hall to my room and slam the door behind as I carry on pressing her forwards. The back of her legs hit the edge of my bed and I see a flash of doubt across her face. I shove her down hard and climb on top of her, my lips finding hers again. She moans as my tongue slides against hers again and my hips grind down, trying to draw the sound out. I tug off her shirt and push her bra up and I finally tear my lips away from hers to explore the newly exposed skin. My tongue flicks against her hardening nipple before I take it in to my mouth, deliberately letting my teeth graze against it while my other hand rubs between her legs, teasing her through her jeans. They really need to come off.

Naomi has the same idea and within minutes we're a tangle of arms and legs as we pull the rest of our clothes off. The second my bra comes off Naomi sits up to pay my breasts the same attention I paid hers. Her mouth eagerly explores my ample chest as her hands find my hips. I'm still sitting straddling her and one of my own hands lips between her open legs. She's still wearing her underwear and I'm too impatient to wait for her to remove them for me. I run a teasing finger under the thin material, teasing at her already wet folds. She doesn't notice, she's too distracted, and her eyes are closed over. For a moment an ugly thought runs through me; that with her eyes closed she might be thinking of Emily and not me. It pisses me off and I want her eyes open. I want her to know exactly who is fucking her and I want to hear her whimpering my name. I thrust a finger deep inside of her and it gets her attention. "Fuck!" She gasps and her hand grabs my wrist as her entire body tenses. It doesn't feel like she's done this for a while and I try to help her relax by rubbing my thumb against the bundle of nerves at her centre. Her muscles only tighten around my finger as I build up a slow constant rhythm. "K-Katie!" My name finally passes her lips in a desperate plea and I reward her by slipping a second finger inside. I go a little faster, but not fast enough to get her off. I've been waiting years for this and I intend on drawing it out.

She tries to press her legs together when I pick up the pace and I have to use my knees to spread them apart again. She seems to be forgetting just who's in charge right now and I intend to remind her as I push her down so she's lying flat on her back and add a third finger; filling her as I slam fingers deeper and deeper inside of her. She stares up at me with those wide blue eyes and swollen lips, with her platinum curls framing her face as she pants and gasps, every little noise turning me on even more.

I feel her body starting to tense as she gets closer and closer to coming and I replace my thumb on her clit with my mouth. She gasps as I playful nip, flick and suck at her sensitive numb, and I finally tip her over the edge. I smirk as she screams my name and once I've finished drawing out every ripple of her orgasm I slip up the bed and straddle her again as I kiss her. Her eyes are glazed over and don't seem to be focusing properly as she lazily kissed me back. After a while though she seems to wake up out of whatever sex-coma she's been in and her lips grow firmer against mine as she sits up and pushes me down on to my back.

Without a word she kisses a slow trail down from my lips all the way to my hips. She playfully nips at the flesh on the inside of my thigh and my entire body is buzzing with anticipation as she gently spreads my legs. Her breath is hot and ragged as her head ducks between my legs and I gasp as her tongue darts out with teasingly light touches. "Fuck!" I throw my head back as she buries her face between my thighs without warning and sets about repaying me for my efforts. My nails dig in to her back and she hisses against me as I leave deep scratches down the length of it. She tilts her chin up to look me in the eye as a smirk spreads across her swollen lips and she runs her tongue up the length of mine.
"You're gonna pay for that."