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Emily walked into the kitchen and sat down, chucking her bag on the table. All she kept thinking about was Naomi's rejection, because that what it was to her no matter what Naomi said. How could she kiss her like that, make her feel so wanted one minute, and then make her feel like this? Emily pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a heavy sigh.

"Well?" A voice asked. Emily looked over her shoulder and saw Katie approach the kitchen table, wrapped up in a huge duvet, mascara smeared down her cheeks. Emily fought the urge to laugh aloud.

"It went fine, you should get at least a B."

"Thanks." Katie said. Emily smiled sadly and walked over to the counter.

"Tee?" She asked. Katie nodded.

"What's up with you anyway? You've got a face like a slapped arse." Katie always knew how to complement her sister, Emily thought. She stopped herself from commenting on how her sister was looking though, she was pissed off, but not suicidal.

"I ask.. i...i just had a shit day, that's all." Emily opened the cupboard and took out two mugs and set them down on the counter. She looked at Katie. Emily couldn't even remember that much about their argument they had once Katie had dragged her outside of the club the other week. But she didn't recall her sister saying anything about her being gay. It was just your usual shit that Katie would say every time they had fight. It was killing Emily not knowing what her sister thought about it all. She hated herself for it, but the truth was, she needed Katie to be OK with it. She just wanted to know that she still loved her now she knew who she really was. Beacuse no matter how many fights they got into, she's her sister and she still loves the moody bitch.

"Look, about the other week, what JJ said..." Emily was interrupted by the doorbell, "For fuck sake." Emily said under her breath and she walked out to see who it was.

It was a couple of minutes until Emily walked back in, she went over to the cupboard and got another mug out.

"Who's that for?" Katie asked before seeing Freddie walk into the kitchen.

"Get the fuck out! Emily what the fuck....get out you dickhead!" Katie Screamed at Freddie, who held his hands up,

"Please Katie let me..." He tried to explain.

"NO!" Katie shouted, "Get the fuck out of my fucking house."

"Katie, come on just let him talk..." Emily pleaded. Katie barged past Freddie and ran upstairs.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Freddie said exasperated. Pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"That's Katie for you. She either loves you or wants you dead...no in between." She said. Freddie gave Emily a wry smile.

"So she's not just in love with me then?" He asked sarcastically.

"To be honest, I've seen her just as mad when my bother got marker pen all over her favorite top." Emily laughed to herself remembering that day, how Katie chased him around the whole house, while hurling abuse at the poor little bastard.

"And he survived?" Freddie asked mockingly,

"Barely." She said.

"Guess i got off lightly then. Just....just tell her to let me know when she wants to talk." Freddie said, getting up to leave. Emily went to see him out.

Freddie stopped at the door suddenly, he turned on his heal and opened his mouth. Emily stood waiting for Freddie to speak.

"I.....um...i....."

"Yeah?" Emily laughed, after an uncomfortable silence.

"I just wanted you to know....i....i know....don't be mad but..."

"Freddie what is it?" Emily asked looking concerned.

"Jay, he...he let slip about what happened, he had something written on his board and..." Freddie trailed off, Emily closed her eyes and shook her head,

"Don't worry about it." She said after a short pause.

"What you did Emily, it was...it was really good of you. He...He's like a different guy, he's not putting himself down anymore, getting locked on ya know? and...what you did for him was...." Freddie sighed, giving up trying to say what he meant, "I mean i love the bloke but.. i don't think i could have slept with him." Freddie joked, they both laughed.

"Yeah." she said opening the door for Freddie.

"I promise, though, i won't tell a soul." He assured her.

"Thank you." She felt relieved, knowing that he meant what he said.

"See you later Emily."

"Bye." She replied. Emily closed the door and walked back into the kitchen.

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A little while later Katie finally reappeared, but minus her over sized duvet and panda eyes. She was fully dressed and was smiling at Emily.

"Glad to see your back to normal." Emily stated, "Look you should listen to Fre..."

"Come on," Katie smirked, "We're going into town to get our dresses."

"What?" Emily asked, confused, "If it's for the prom, I'm not..."

"No excuses, come on bitch." Katie teased. Emily sighed and picked her bag up from the table.

"Come on then, lets go."

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Naomi sat back on her sofa in her living room and tucked her knees up and rested her chin on them. She enjoyed finally having her house back to herself again, if she never saw a dread lock again in her life it'd be too soon. No more conventions over the breakfast table or sharing her toilet with a bunch of strangers most of which had drastically low hygiene standards. She reached into her bag and pulled out the school poster. She played with the corner slightly staring at the big tacky lettering.

She felt like such a bitch turning Emily down. But it was a prom! Naomi thought to herself, 'hideous puffy dresses, shitty 50 year old DJ's and not to mention having to tolerate all the twats in her year; minus a few exceptions'. She heard a key in the front door and quickly shoved the poster down the side of the sofa.

"Hi honey." Her Mum said from the hallway.

"Hi." She replied, greeting her mum as she walked out of the living room.

"Don't worry, I've got these." Naomi said, picking up the shopping bags and taking them into the kitchen.

"Good day at school?" She heard her mum shout from another room in the house.

"How can i have a good day, when it's full of poxy exams?" She protested, putting the food away in the fridge. She heard her mum chuckle and she smiled to herself. She walked into the front room,

"I think i did well th..."Naomi's mum was sat on the sofa looking at the piece of paper, "though." She finished.

"I'm not going." She said snapped, seeing a smile form on her mothers face.

"awww why not? I used to love my school disco's" Naomi rolled her eye's,

"Disco?...mum, seriously..." They both laughed.

"Aren't all your friends going?" She asked. Naomi looked down at her feet,

"Yes." She said quietly.

"Has no one asked you? Is that it?"

"No, someone asked me, but...if....if i said yes then...." Naomi sighed and sat next to her mum, a lump started to form in her throat, she realized that she couldn't keep this to herself any longer.

"I'm scared." her mum looked at her not quite sure what her daughter was talking about, she pulled her close and let Naomi's head rest on her shoulder.

"I'm scared to let myself love someone." Naomi's mum kissed the top of her head.

"That's my girl." Her mother chuckled, Naomi looked up at her, "Stubborn as usual." She continued. Naomi smiled slightly.

"You can't help loving someone Naomi, you can try....but you'll just end up making yourself miserable."

"That's true. But...what if....what if it's more complicated than that, what if admitting you love someone...means..." Naomi sighed and place her head in her hands. Her mother was silent for a few minutes, before taking her daughter hand in hers.

"I love you." her mum said, "And nothing in this world will ever change that." Naomi felt the tears run down her face, she knew what her mum was saying, she'd probably figured it out by now.

"So just, give yourself a chance...to be happy."