Just to clear something up, they are 19, sorry about the confusion. So basically college has just finished and now it's summer.
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I DON'T OWN SKINS.
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So we walked home, it was nice. We laughed about the paint fight, I occasionally smudged the paint on her nose. I couldn't help myself. She is very sweet, every time I reached towards her nose it would scrunch up just a little bit and she would giggle. She's is so fucking adorable.
It's nice to see Emily so at ease with herself. Just thinking that the girl I met this morning was ridiculously quiet and I had to pull her own t-shirt over her head and she still said nothing. But throughout the day she seemed to have relaxed and now it was like I was talking to a completely different girl.
"You know I'm not always that quiet, I mean I used to be, but I grew out of it." There's that voice, her voice. It's like she could read my mind, she is very perceptive. "I just thought I should make that clear, I was just...I don't know...never mind." Something that I had noticed about her is that when she gets uncomfortable she just stares at the floor. She wouldn't shift her gaze at all. Not even for all of the spliff on earth I should think.
"Thanks for telling me." I continue looking at her, willing her to just look up at me so I can see her eyes. They're beautiful. Fucking hell, that's new. I don't think I've ever described anything, or anyone as 'beautiful'. Finally she looks up at me her eyes as warm as ever. I just flash and smile at her and of course I get one back. I'm liking this. What we are doing. Just smiling at each other. Fuck's sake, I already feel like I'm getting too involved with her and I've only known her for less than a day. I just can't help myself.
Once we made it my front door, her mood changed all over again. It really is the weirdest thing. One minute she's really comfortable, just being herself and then she can't stand still and she loses all use of her vocal chords. She's interesting. The mystery that is Emily...what the fuck is her last name? Good god, how am I supposed to be witty without knowing her last name?
"In you come then. By the way, this is bothering me. What is your last name then? Or are you one of those types who only has one name, like Madonna or Cher?" She giggles at that comment and then just looks at me, I of course raise my eyebrow, faking slight annoyance. "Fine. I'll just have to call you Lady Muck, considering the state you're in." Now I'm the one laughing while she is obviously faking an annoyed look. I think I'm going to continue this teasing, which is bordering on flirting. It's not like I mind that much. It's fun. Now time for the walk away, with a slight smirk thrown into the mix, but feisty Emily has obviously decided to make an appearance. Finally.
"Excuse me love, have you seen yourself? And if I remember correctly you're the one who "accidently" got paint on my arm. I was just defending myself." And instead of me walking off, it's Emily who just walks straight past me, through the open door and then turns back with a smirk to address me. "It's Fitch by the way. Where's you're shower?" I am gobsmacked, and honestly I'm lost for words, so I simply point while I try to get my jaw off the floor. No one has ever done that to me? And fuck me that was probably the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my life, and it is now walking up my stairs and going to use my shower. What has gotten into me today?
After I regained composure, I headed upstairs and left a couple of towels by the door for Emily to use when she was finished. I doubt she knew where the towels were so it was just the nice thing to do right? Nice, fuck me. Now Naomi Campbell is being nice. Maybe I'm getting ill. It is a possibility.
After about 15 minutes Emily returned and somehow managed to locate my bedroom. I should really have shown her where everything was, not just the bathroom. Of course she was just in a towel. Well I wasn't expecting that.
"Naomi? Do you have anything I could borrow to wear as all of my shit is covered in paint." A slight redness starts to creep across her cheeks and she just smiles at me, if not in an embarrassed manner. How could I resist such a sweet face?
"Well Lady Muck, or Miss Fitch, whichever you prefer. I happen to have an abundance of clothing in my wardrobe." I throw her a cheeky grin and head towards the other side of my room and dramatically wave my hands around the wardrobe I just mentioned. She just giggles. Yep it's official, I love making this girl laugh, even if she is still standing at the door, either waiting for an invitation into the room, or planning her escape once she has some clothing. I don't see why she is so intent on covering herself up really. I mean she looks good in a towel. Not that I've been looking or anything, I just happened to notice this. And upon noticing this my eyes have wandered from the task at hand to the red head by the door. My eyes are met this those brown ones again, and I cannot for the life of me will myself to look away. I should really stop making a habit out of staring at this girl, it must be starting to get weird, for her, not me, it doesn't bother me what-so-ever. I just happen to appreciate her eyes that's all.
Our staring contest is then ended by the sound of the front floor slamming, well mother's home I'm guessing. Now I can get back to the job at hand. Clothing Emily. Right.
"Here we are Miss Fitch."
"What, so I'm not Lady Muck anymore then?"
"Well obviously not, as you are no longer covered in paint Em. Don't worry I'm sure I'll find an excuse to call you Lady Muck again at some point. Have faith in me." I grin at her, yep grin, I full on grin and she grins back at me.
"So clothes Naomi?"
"Oh yeah! Here you are." I extend my arms out towards her which have a pair of joggers on them and an oversized t-shirt with a pig on it. Emily, just looks at it, obviously a bit confused. "I support animal rights." I just shrug it off, I was brought up around this kind of stuff, it's normal for me.
"Thanks, now before I go and change, what's your last name?" Oh shit! My last name, fucking hell she will piss herself. Fucking great.
"Camp..." I just mumble the rest, hoping she won't realise and will just go and get changed.
"Sorry what was that?" Oh I see how it is. She's loving this, watching me squirm. Like I said, it's like she can read my mind. I really don't want to tell her.
"FINE! It's Campbell, my name is Naomi Campbell. Now go and get changed and laugh on your own." She just erupts into a full on belly laugh and walks away.
After 5 minutes of sulking in my room Emily returns looking, well I want to say cute, but I'm still annoyed at her, so I'm not even going to think that she looks cute. NOPE! My brain will do as I wish and ignore all thoughts that involve Emily and looking cute.
"So Campbell eh? Sweet." A cheeky grin spreads across her face and I can't help but smile and as soon as the smile on my face has made it's presence known my brain immediately disobeys previous orders. Emily looks cute. She really does. My clothes drown her. She's so tiny. The joggers are rolled up at the end to prevent her from tripping over the ends of them. And the shirt. Well, she just gets lost in it. It's nice to see her in my clothes, like she is supposed to be wearing them. It's not that I believe in like fate or any of that shit, but meeting Emily has probably been one of the best things to happen to me. I've only known her for a day and I feel like a different person, but in a good way.
Me and Emily lay on my bed for what seemed like an hour waiting for her mum. It turned out it had only been about half an hour. During this time though I managed to successfully come up with a variable multitude of insults that revolved around Emily's size. She hated all of them and consequently I received a pillow in the face repeatedly. I only continued with the insults because well, she looked sweet when she was getting annoyed. Her lips would pull together into a line and her nostrils would flare just a little bit. Her eyebrows would nit together and she would just stare at me, that is until she began giggling.
"See I'm funny even when I'm teasing you. I think that's quite an achievement." I smile smugly at her and she just continues laughing at me. Slowly though her laughter dies down and she just looks at me right in the eye. Again I'm stuck. I should never make eye contact with this girl, it's dangerous.
"What like an achievement that you would get a prize for?" This now reminds me of the incident today while we were supposedly skipping. Her eyes are scanning my eyes and then looking down towards my lips and then back to my eyes again. And again I do the same. I then realise that somehow we were now on our sides, on my bed facing each other. What's going on? Pull yourself together Naomi. Answer her for fucks sake! I manage swallow audibly, and then continue with the original conversation.
"Of course." It's more like a whisper, I didn't intend to whisper but I couldn't manage to get my voice to leave my throat properly. Our eyes lock again and I scan her face. Her face holds an expression that I haven't seen her wear before, but I have seen the same expression plastered permanently onto Cooks face. She's planning something.
Her phone then suddenly vibrates, she takes a quick look, it's probably her mum. Her eyes then come back to mine and she begins to set her plan into motion. Her face moves closer to mine, so close that I can feel her breath on my lips. Slowly a cheeky grin grows on her face and she plants a kiss on my cheeks. I immediately roll over and hit the floor with quite a degree of force. I wasn't expecting that at all. I pull myself up to my feet, and I'm met with the standing form of Emily smiling at me, by the door about to leave.
"Sorry darlin' but you shouldn't tease me about my height" and just to top it off, she throws in a wink. Fucking hell. She got me back for the ice pack incident and she got me back good.
Miss Fitch, may be quiet but she is deadly. Tomorrow is going to be fun.
AND THERE IT IS, CHAPTER 3 :D I hope you all liked it. Let me know what you think.
I'm sorry about the wait for this chapter, but i had exams, but they are nearly over so I will be able to update more often hopefully soon. I will try to get the next chapter done and up as soon as i can :)
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