Title: Right kind of wrong – Chapter 4

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins. I just wish I do. I seriously need a genie.

Summary: Just some talking :D

A/N: Not beta'd so mistakes are purely mine. Thanks for all the comments! They really do keep me going!

It might have been hours that had passed, yet, Naomi and Emily was sat side by side, an uncomfortable silence settling between them, the blonde's hand still holding the smaller girl's. Naomi knew she had to break the awkward quietness and explain or at least tell the red head why she had asked her to stay. But her brain seemed to stop working just at this very moment, her thoughts turning into a massive, swirling whirlpool of nonsense, her gaze transfixed on the ground. Although, among her whirling thoughts, there was one thing she was fully aware of, her hand on top of Emily's. She ransacked her mind, making an effort to find something sensible to say but she ended up with nothing. She couldn't even count how many times she had tried to open her mouth to say something coherent, eventually failing to do so. Instead, she'd let out a deep sigh each time she tried.

"Erm, what happened to you?"

Naomi's gaze shifted from the ground, eventually meeting Emily's mesmerizing eyes. "What?" She couldn't help but ask as she was confused of the red head's question but equally thankful for her breaking probably the longest silence she had ever been under.

Emily lifted her finger to point out the adhesive bandage now stuck on the bridge of the blonde's nose. "That." She mouthed.

"Oh, erm, yeah. I-uhm, tripped and got a cut. It's just small though." Naomi answered.

"Does it hurt? Sting or anything?" The red head asked in concern.

"Not really, it's pretty small. I just happened to place an oversized bandage. I guess for some dramatic effect." The blonde bantered.

Emily let out a soft giggle at Naomi's words. "Let me see." She shifted, supporting herself on her knees, yet not taking her hand off from the blonde's grip, to Naomi's delight. She stretched her hand and slowly peeled the bandage off, even being more gentle when she saw Naomi wince a bit.

"It's an open wound." She stated.

"Yeah, but it's just small so don't worry about it." Naomi let out an assuring smile.

Emily answered with a nod and put the bandage back into place, her gaze then falling from Naomi's nose down to her still smiling lips. She felt herself swallow as she stared. There was a sudden urge rising from inside her, an urge to inch closer, a sudden unexplainable desire to claim the blonde's lips into a kiss. She swallowed once more at the thought as she felt her mouth beginning to dry. She lifted her gaze up, settling at Naomi's calm, blue eyes or at least it used to be calm because Emily sees a hint of burning desire in them. Taking that as an encouragement from Naomi, she found the will to finally lean in and close their distance. The blonde on the other hand, her eyes wild with desire, waited patiently as she sees Emily slowly inching closer, making her way to claim her lips. She closed her eyes, anticipating a soft pair of lips touching her own any moment from now.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Naomi jumped at the sound of JJ's voice, her sudden movement sending Emily to a halt. She opened her eyes and they were met by a pair of brown ones. She stared on them for a moment, later on realizing that Emily was so close, very close that she could feel Emily's breath against her skin, their lips almost brushing. Almost.

"Boobs! I mean, I mean bust! Fuck! Shit! Twat! Fucking twat!" Naomi jumped again as she heard JJ get locked on. She heaved a frustrated sigh, looked Emily straight in the eye and murmured.

"Hang on a sec." She stood up and walked a few inches away from Emily, leaving her dumbfounded. She fished her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans and dialed JJ's number, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for him to pick-up.

"N-N-Naomi?" He stuttered.

"Shut the fuck up JJ. Just shut the fuck up." She replied in a grave tone, hanging up on the poor boy as soon as she was done. She then realized that she had left the camera pen on, which might be the cause of JJ suddenly getting locked on. She yanked it from her top and flicked the switch off before turning back to Emily, who was now sitting cross-legged on the ground. She made her way back, dropping herself beside the red head, the awkward silence settling in once again. With a deep sigh, Naomi decided to break the silence.

"So why are you here?"

"I-I, I was just passing by and I saw you sleeping and..and-" Emily answered in a stutter. She herself wasn't sure why she was here in the first place. It's just that she feels a certain kind of the pull when Naomi's near. It was really weird, a good weird.

Naomi snorted, cutting the red head off. "I mean, why are you in this place? Are you a detective too?"

Emily bit her lip, figuring out that she nearly gave herself away. A flush of pink began spreading around her cheeks. She lowered her head down, to hide her blush from Naomi's eyes, and shook her head to answer the question.

"I'm a witness to a murder." She spoke, her usually hoarse voice now becoming hoarser as her thoughts begin to take her back to that dreadful night.

"What murder?"

Emily paused for a while, composing herself as she felt the goose bumps slowly make their way all throughout her body. She looked up at Naomi, afraid to close her eyes, afraid that the image etched and burned in her mind would show up again, and in those pair of blue eyes, she found solace. Naomi's eyes had this certain effect that calmed her nerves down, although she doesn't even have the faintest idea why, it just does. In those pair of blue eyes, she felt herself opening up, letting the fear go, trusting. She felt like it was so easy to confide when she stares at those pristine eyes.

"I was on my way home." She started. "I was walking down the street and I passed by this abandoned building. Then I heard a man shouting, no he wasn't shouting, he was begging. He was begging to spare his life. I couldn't just ignore it so I decided to check it out. As I was nearing the building I saw a man, his gun was pointing at this other man who was kneeling down, his hands above his head. That was when I hid behind the bush. I knew there was something terribly wrong going on. I was calling the police when I heard a gunshot. I was so afraid that I screamed. Then I saw that guy with the gun running towards me so I ran away. I had to hide from him because I was so afraid he'd kill me too." Emily wrapped her arms around herself as she felt that familiar shudder that rushes through her whenever she re-tells the same exact story. She shivered at the memories of it, her breath quickening, her heartbeat racing. It was Naomi's sudden pull that broke her from her reverie. She felt the blonde's arms wrapping around her shoulders, embracing her. She sighed in relief as she felt her breath slowly go back to normal, her fear suddenly being washed away.

"Then what happened?"

"The next morning, the police were at my house already and they told me that they'll bring me here so I can be protected." The read head answered.

"I see. Why is your sister here too?"

"Because we're twins. They figured she might be in danger too."

Danger. The word rang in Naomi's ears, throwing her back to reality. The twins were really in danger, because she was the danger. Her hand then suddenly recoiled from Emily's shoulders, startling the red head. Naomi kept her gaze down, afraid to look Emily in the eye, afraid that she'll see through her false pretense. No. Wait. This wasn't false. This was real, she may not want to admit it, but this was definitely real.

"I-I, I have to go now." Naomi suddenly blurted out, which she regretted soon as she sees a flash of pain and rejection at Emily's eyes and face. But she had to do it. She can't start caring about anybody, can't give a damn about anybody. It just wasn't her. She's alone, always better off alone. She quickly sprang to her feet and left, not even throwing Emily a backward glance.

She just couldn't care because care is overrated. She can't give a damn especially to someone she was supposed to kill.