LALALA Skins isn't mine

So I'm sitting here with my cow of a mother, hoping she'll let me slip away unnoticed from the table. I slide out of my seat and run towards the stairs.

"Stop, Naomi," she calls out, tapping the table imperiously.

Fuck. I sigh and turn around. "What do you want, mum?"

"I want to talk to you. No, I need to talk to you."

I breathe out, trying to keep it steady. "Alright." I take a seat at the table and look at her with a scowl.

"I want to talk about Emily, hon."

"What's wrong with her? You don't like her?" I ask worriedly, because despite my facade, I do care what she thinks.

"No, no! Of course not. She's lovely. You'd do well to keep her, you're not going to do better."

"Gee, thanks, Mum."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, I'm just saying I like her."

"Well then what do you need to talk to me about?"

"I need to talk about your relationship with her."

"Jesus, Mum, it hasn't even been a day, I don't know if it's a proper relationship."

"See, that's the issue. You've been shagging her regularly for what, three or four months?"

My face turns a violent shade of red, "Mum," I hiss, "Not okay. We are not talking about that."

"It's okay, love, when I was your age I was very lustful. Emily seems like a firecracker, too, bet she keeps you going."

I didn't think it was possible for my face to turn any redder, but I was wrong. "Jesus Christ, please stop talking."

"Yes, I think I'll be at Kieran's at lot more now, give you some privacy. But anyways, you better not mess her about any more. I've seen her leave here hurt too many times. Why, just the other day she came down smelling of sex, mascara smeared, and looking like shit. I can only look to you for explanation. I know you, I know you're closed off and secretive, but you need to man up and let someone in."

"Okay, I says slowly, hoping she'll take my agreement and shut the hell up.

"That's all, sweetie. Anywho, I'm off to see Kieran. It's our four month."

"Congratulations," I reply, standing up and going up to my room. Emily is sitting up there on my bed in a towel, water dripping off her skin. My mouth grows dry. I sit down next to her, putting my hand on her leg.

"Stop perving, dear," she says with a cheeky grin. "Katie's been texting me nonstop since I got out of the shower and I need to get home apparently."

"No time to fool around?" I ask sadly, my hand drifting up her thigh.

"No!" she squeals, slapping away my hand. "I was wondering if I could borrow some more clothes. Don't want to just wear my slip home, that would cause questions."

"Of course." I pull out out some clothes and hand them to her. She takes them, then starts looking at me funny. "What?"

"Are you going to watch me change?" she asks shyly.

"Oh, uh, no. Sorry." I turn around and make a show of covering my eyes. I hear her laugh, which I can fully say is one of the best sounds in the world.

"Well, it's not like you haven't seen it before," she reasons. "Done."

I turn back around and take her in. Even though she's just wearing a T-shirt and some jeans, I don't know if I've ever seen anything as beautiful. It's really nice not trying to suppress and bottle in my feelings for her. I tell her this and she blushes.

"Who knew you'd be such a sweetheart," she murmurs before capturing my lips. The kiss soon turns heated, and just when it's getting really good, she pulls away.

"You have to go," I say, pouting.

"Yeah. My mum is apparently flipping her shit and harassing Katie."

"Mmm, yeah. Your mum is kind of scary. She has that intimidating gleam in her eye."

She frowns "How do you know what my mum is like?"

"Er, because I kind of went to your house before the Love Ball. I was going to say I was sorry, and that I would like to go with you. But she intercepted me."

Emily's eyes widen, "Christ, what did she say?"

"Just that you and Katie were the same person and that your dad, and I quote, 'loves you like fierce'. And that I was turning you gay when you weren't really gay at all. She seemed to know who I was, though, which was weird."

"Fucking hell. What do I have to do to show them that I'm gay? Fuck you on the dinner table? And I may or may not have told them that I was nailing you."

I inhale sharply, "That would explain it then."

"Yeah, well now I've got to tell them I'm gay." She looks down nervously. "Fuck, Naomi, I'm scared. I don't know what they're going to say?"

"Do you, uh, want me to go with you? Provide some moral support?"

She gives me a kiss on the cheek. "No, I need to do this alone. But maybe you could meet me afterwords in case it doesn't go well?"

"Done. Good luck."

"Thanks. Well, I better get going." She sounds hesitant.

"Look, it might be shitty at first, but I'm here for you and I'll support you, okay?"

"Okay. Bye." She gives me one final kiss on the cheek then walks out the door. I flop onto the bed and contemplate what I should do while she's gone. I pull out my phone and text her:

Hey, miss you already~N xoxo

I sit there pathetically and wait for her to text me back. I get ridiculously excited when I feel my phone vibrate. Flipping it open, I see that it isn't from Emily.

Hi. Can we meet?~Effy

I think about it. On one hand, she one of my best friends. Okay, one of my only friends. On the other hand, she beat up my girlfriend's sister. I have no idea what to do.

Please Review, it makes my day. What should Naomi do? How should Emily's coming out go? Emily's POV next