So here is chapter 2. I'm glad this story is going down well, your reviews are lovely :).
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Much to my surprise Emily and I make quite the team. After getting past introductions, and the hilarity of her appearance after I shoved a t-shirt over her head, which she found quite amusing after the initial shock, we were getting on like a house on fire. We had decided to take turns on shuttling the children back and forwards to the toilets, it's a lot easier that way really.
During the morning we had managed to get the children to build a small team mascot. It was sweet, purple of course, as that's our team colour, I have to admit Emily looks good in her purple t-shirt, it compliments her fair skin and shockingly red hair perfectly. After the team mascot we got on with our first proper activity. Skipping. Every year we get a "professional" to come in and occupy the kids for about an hour, in an intense skipping session. It's not that intense but considering I'm 17 and I hate any kind of exercise all together, skipping is quite the workout. Now you would think any child would be able to manage skipping quite easily but honestly, I have never seen so many children get wrapped up in their skipping ropes and then topple over. It was really quite amusing, and the kids didn't seem to mind too much.
For most of the skipping session me and Emily had managed to avoid taking part so we decided to sit on the window sill and just watch, and laugh at how rubbish the children were. I know it's mean but we have to amuse ourselves somehow. Up until this very moment we were perfectly content with watching but the "professional" had other ideas.
"Come on you two! The kids want you to join in." This guy really has a right nerve asking two 19 year olds to join in with this shit, we're adults for fucks sake. I mean honestly I'm not making a fool out of myself.
"We're alright here thanks." I turn to Emily and just smile at her, she returns the smile obviously appreciating the fact that I just saved her from the embarrassment of skipping. She's sweet, nice smile. I should remember that, for when I feel like shit. It's just such a pure, thankful smile. Why can't all people be so genuine. I hardly know the girl, but you can tell that she is a genuine human being. I like that.
This guy is having none of our abstaining to skipping, so of course he marches over, grabs us both and passes us one skipping rope. Don't we need two skipping ropes?
"Excuse me? Don't we need a skipping rope each?" Moron.
"Nope, we're doing paired skipping if you two hadn't realised." Prick
Honestly I hadn't noticed at all. While we were sitting at the window, giggling I had been completely oblivious to anything else going on. Yes I did notice the odd child make fall onto the floor, but most of the time I was completely distracted by Emily's laugh. Fuck me it's contagious. I don't think I've ever laughed this much before in my life. She became even more adorable when she snorted just slightly, it was delicate and lady-like. Sweet.
Paired skipping? With Emily? Why the fuck am I panicking it's just skipping. With Emily. Why does that even matter, Come on Campbell pull yourself together.
"Come on Naomi, what are you scared of?" Wait what? Did she just raise her eyebrow at me? I raise the eyebrows here missy. Okay I've known her for like an hour and I haven't realised she can be sassy, well really she has been really quiet, and hasn't shown herself to have any attitude in her at all. I think I like attitude Emily, a bit more than sweet quiet Emily. I wonder how many other sides there are to her?
"Don't worry darlin' I'm not the one that should be scared, I'm quite the master at skipping actually." Yep take that Miss...well I don't know her last name yet. Dammit Campbell learn her last name.
"Oh really, a bit up yourself as well are you?" Oh she's funny.
"You just wait, I will skip you out of next week." And just to put the cherry on the cake, I think I'll add a wink, and I don't wink at everyone so she should be honored. I receive another grin from Emily, I really am starting to like making her smile, what has gotten into me?
So we skipped, I tripped a lot, she laughed at me repeatedly. I don't have good co-ordination, I should have remembered that when I was bragging about my non-existant skipping skills. We were close, like really close. I could feel her eyes on me constantly and once I actually looked up into her eyes, I couldn't bring myself to look away again. That's when I noticed how warm her eyes are. They're a dark brown around the edge of her iris, but closer to the pupil they become lighter. They are mesmerising. At some point during this time of just staring at each other, we had stopped skipping and gotten a lot closer. When did all of this happen? Her eye line kept switching from my own eyes then to my lips, and then back to my eyes. I couldn't help myself from doing the same. I have to say her lips are perfectly formed, with a slight flick at each edge of her mouth. I wanted to be closer to her.
We were snapped out of our moment by the big skipping guy, shouting. He seemed to always have to shout. He must be a bit insecure. As soon as we both became very aware, of how we must have looked we practically jumped apart. She was still holding the skipping rope while staring intently at the floor. I followed her lead and looked towards the floor also.
Something that I know about myself is that, I don't care about who I'm with. Boy, girl, it doesn't particularly matter. But the thing that has really surprised me right now is that I "feel" something for Emily. I like her. The things I've noticed about her are completely different from what I usually see in people. That is, I don't ever "notice" or look long enough to appreciate how people look. For the first time in my life, I've looked at someone and noticed their eyes, I've noticed the colour, the size, the emotion behind them. This isn't what I normally do. My "love-life" has strictly been nothing more than a fuck and that's it. I've never been in a proper relationship where I have feelings for someone. I've never relied on anyone. But there's something about Emily. She's interesting. I noticed her eyes, her hair, her amazingly long legs for such a small person. I made sure that I remembered her smile, which I can still see in my head. What the fuck is going on?
Since the whole skipping "incident", not that it was really an incident, me and Emily have been just getting on with what we are supposed to be doing, occasionally catching each others eyes. I'm not going to be weird. I don't want to fuck up a potential friendship or maybe relationship. Now I'm thinking about relationships. Good lord.
So lunch time. Lunch time basically means for the children "lets jump on all of the young leaders and abuse them." I really am not in the mood for this, as I'm quite distracted by all the shit going on in my head. I can't even go and have a fag to calm down, my mum takes away my cigarettes in the morning, so I don't really have a choice. So currently I am being chased around by 3 little boys who want to attack me with ice packs. Really it is bloody warm, but the idea of an ice pack being put down my shirt isn't that appealing. During my failed attempt at escape I have been pinned down by these 3 monsters and they don't seem to want to remove themselves from my body any time soon. I sneak a look at Emily who has been sitting with some of the less restless children, and she is laughing her head off, and I can just guess that it is at my current situation. I just look at her basically saying, "You will pay for laughing at me." This look just makes her laugh even harder. I call JJ over to me, and he manages to remove the children and keeps them occupied while I go and deal with one little red head.
With an ice pack that I had collected from the floor in hand I head towards my target. Emily. She sees me coming of course, and instantly stands up and tries to get away, but I'm fast when I want to be, and I sprint towards her. Now I may be fast but as I have proved I am very uncoordinated and I manage to, instead of grabbing Emily, run into her and land on top of her. To say this is slightly awkward would be an understatement. Again I find myself just staring into her eyes. They really are quite lovely. Get a grip! Fuck it, I pull her towards me, her breath hitches but instead of doing what I secretly want to, I shove the ice pack down the back of her shirt and then just walk away.
"Sorry Em, but you really shouldn't laugh at me, it might get you into trouble." I shout over my shoulder, knowing she was probably in shock. I really didn't know this summer could be so interesting.
With lunch over and done with, our team meets again for the last activity of today, which sadly involves, glue, glitter and paint. I. AM. FUCKED. Every year when the craft materials are given to these kids I end up looking like some kind of sadistic looking clown. Emily doesn't look that worried though, she really doesn't know what's in store for her.
5 minutes into the craft activity, that is basically, do whatever the fuck you want. Be creative. Emily and I are absolutely covered in paint. If I'm being completely honest, this isn't because we were painted on by the kids. I may have "accidently" got some blue paint on Emily's arm, this in turn was the catalyst for an all out, hardcore, paint fight. My mum had watched the whole thing, and just gave me a knowing look. But I couldn't care less. For once I was enjoying myself and I think Emily was having fun too.
So 3.3.0p.m. The children have all gone. Effy and Cook disappeared. JJ had to go to the doctors. Panda and Thommo had to go and see Panda's mum. They may be adults and leading their own lives, but mother moon still worries about Pandora. Freddie and Katie fucked off ages ago, leaving me, Emily and my mum to clean up.
"Look at you two." My mum just gestures towards paint that is covering any skin visible and our clothes. I look down at myself also, fuck me I'm a mess. I then direct my eyes towards the red head next to me. She's also quite a mess, but a cute mess. I just smile at myself. My mum just laughs at us though, she can't be too serious about this, this whole club is just a bit fun really.
"My mum is going to murder me." Emily just looks down again, she does that a lot. Obviously the subject of her family is a sore spot.
"It's fine, come back to ours, you can clean yourself up there, and it's only round the corner." Wait. What? Did I just say that. Since when was I nice to people like that? That's the kind of thing my mum does. And having Emily back at my house, alone really doesn't sound like a good plan.
"Oh good idea Naomi, you two head back, and I'll tidy up here. I'll see you at home." Thanks mum, back me up. One of the rare occasions when I'm nice to someone she chooses to support me, that's just great.
Tonight is going to be...eventful.
So there it is, chapter 2. Let me know what you think.
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