So here is chapter 4. Sorry about the wait again.
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DAY 2.
Today is the same as any other day during the holiday club. I woke up at an ridiculous this morning, arrived at the church at around 8 as usual with my mum and again, we set up all of the equipment. Todays agenda consisted of parachute games and generally pissing about. Again.
Right on time JJ arrived, followed by Cook and Effy. But I didn't care about them. Not that I don't love them but today I was looking for a certain little red head. This kind of behavior is completely foreign to me. I've never been one to look out for someone in particular, I've never felt the need, until now. I enjoy Emily's company. I like seeing her face. I like knowing that she's near me. I've realised that I feel more secure when she's around. Last night, once she'd left my house I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't tell if I was coming or going. I was just "there" but when she was with me I felt at ease, being with her just felt right to me. I can't believe one girl has had such a huge impact on me after one day.
Freddie and Katie arrived 10 minutes ago and still no sign of Emily, it's also nearly 9.30. I need my team mate here to help. I've been trying to convince myself that the only reason I want her here is because she's my team mate but secretly I know that's not true. I want her here because...well because I like her.
"I like her." I whispered it to myself, just once. I needed to make sure what I was thinking wasn't my mind fucking with me. Verbalising my thoughts made it all seem so real.
"Alright Campbell?" FUCK ME! I instantly jump out of my own skin the minute I hear her voice. I thought I was alone. FUCK! Did she hear what I said? Shit!
"You scared the shit out of me!" Maybe I said that a bit too loud. There is now a total of 4 children gathered around me with they're mouths almost touching the floor. I just quickly tell them to go back to the team table, hoping that they would forget what they had just heard.
I turn around, and of course, standing before me is Emily, her eyes now fixed to the floor. I know I've said this repeatedly in my head but she really is completely and utterly adorable.
"You're adorable." Her eyes instantly snap to mine, shock evident in her stare. I can't see my own facial expression but I'm assuming it holds a similar look. I manage to pull my eyes away, trying to look at anything and anyone but her and find myself being stared at by Cook and Effy. Fan-Fucking-Tastic! The two people that know everything about everything have now seen me making a complete twat of myself. I can now expect a couple of awkward conversations coming my way soon.
Thankfully this really, really awkward moment is broken by my mums own booming voice.
"Right everyone! Are we all listening?" She's so fucking patronising. "Outside for the parachute!" Oh shit the parachute.
All of the children have now evacuated the church within seconds of being told where the parachute is. Cook had also run off with the rest of the young leaders chasing after him. This leaves Emily and me in a very awkward silence. We're both obviously trying not to look at each other. I don't see why just two words have caused such a problem. They weren't that earth shattering were they? I move my eyes back to Emily, she's again reverted back to being her quiet little self. This gives me a chance to look her over. Her hair is scraped back into a messy ponytail which shows off her array of piercings quite nicely. My eyes slowly move down and then stop at her torso. Not because of her boobs but because she's still wearing my t-shirt. My pig t-shirt is on Emily Fitch? I instantly smile, I can't help it, it just creeps across my face involuntarily. Her head finally rises and she meets my eyes, noticing the smile that has graced my own lips. She looks so confused right now but eventually smiles back at me.
"Come on Em, parachute?"
So parachute games. They are really not my forte. Mainly because, again, I am really uncoordinated. I have fallen over a grand total of 5 times due to little children running all over the place and have been trapped under the parachute because it's so fucking amusing and to top off my epic failure, little Fitch has been laughing at me throughout this whole ordeal.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Emily and me went about our business as usual. Helping the children, and working as a team. We both seemed to have conveniently "forgotten" about my little verbal indiscretion this morning which I was more than thankful for. For now on I will keep these thoughts inside my brain.
Again the day has reached the time that is known as: END OF HOLIDAY CLUB FOR THE DAY, yes it's an imaginative title I know. And here I am, outside, in the sun trying to get the parachute back inside the fucking bag. Now I've never been good at camping and I always used to get my friends to put my sleeping bag into the bag because I just failed, so obviously the best job for my mum to give me is the one that requires putting a huge parachute into a little bag.
I have spent at least 10 minutes battling with this pissing parachute and I'm probably further away from getting it inside the bag than when I started. Fuck it. I give up. The parachute has beaten me. I've been well and truly defeated by some material. I'm just going to sit on the floor and mope cos this is fucking ridiculous. On my way to the only shady spot about I manage to slip on the parachute itself!
"CHRIST ON A FUCKING BIKE!"
"You alright Naomi?"
Following the voice that has just addressed me I am met with those beautiful brown eyes and that, now familiar, smirk.
"You know, this isn't amusing, I smacked my head with something? Possibly my own arm, I don't know."
"Come here you daft sod."
Emily places herself on the floor next to me. She's a lot more graceful. She looks at me, squinting her eyes just a tiny bit, probably looking for my war wound.
"There's nothing there." Again that amused smirk is back.
"Then why does my face feel like it's been hit with a fucking frying pan?" I frown. It's all I can manage at this moment. My face actually really hurts right now.
The next thing I know a soft hand is cupping my chin and tilting my face to the left just a little bit. I look towards Emily and catch her eyes. They're so soft, she really seems to care about me. It's nice. Having people care.
"Thanks Em." I say this with as much sincerity as I can muster, I really am grateful, for everything. Not just her looking at my war wounds but for just being there. Even if I did only meet her yesterday.
"I was only checking your face Naomi, it's no big deal really." She just shrugs this off like it doesn't matter, but it really does matter.
"Come on, let's get you home." Now Emily is taking me back to my own house, I really must have hit my head hard.
"In you come my little invalid." I can't help but laugh at this. Yesterday she was my Lady Muck. Now I'm her little invalid. I've now known her for a grand total of 2 days and we already act like a fucking couple. An involuntary smile appears, Emily sees and just does the same, obviously not knowing what I'm smiling about.
I may have only hit my head, but I really do feel like complete shit now. Fuck it, I can be a bit of a drama queen, sue me. Emily walked behind me up the stairs with her hand placed lightly on the small of my back, supporting me just a little bit. Not that she needed to do this, but I wasn't really complaining.
"I have to go Naomi. Where's your phone?"
"Hmm?"
"Your phone?"
"Oh right, here." I pass the phone to her.
"Right done. Text me if you need me."
"Why would I need you?" I think that came out harsher than I meant it to.
"Anyway, I'm off. See you Naoms."
SHIT!
So it's now 2a.m. and I am still awake. Why was I such a bitch to her? It makes no sense. I honestly do not understand myself right now. I've been sitting here for hours just thinking "why" but enough of thinking, I'm going to do something, and she gave me her number. It's worth a try.
Naomi: Hey Em? Awake? xx
Fucking hell, why would she be awake at 2 in the morning? Why am I awake at 2 in the morning? Oh wait, because I'm a horrible person. A dim light shines in my room and I practically jumped at my phone to see the reply.
Emily: Yeah. x
One word answer? That's fine, I deserve it. I was horrible.
Naomi: Meet me on the park? At the entrance please? xx
Again she replies. Well this is good obviously?
Emily: Now? x
Fucking hell, I knew this was a stupid idea. Persist Campbell, persist.
Naomi: Yeah, please? xx
Emily: Okay, i'll see you in half an hour. xx
Right. Operation "something involving Emily but I don't know what yet" is a go.
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