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So team talks. Well they are boring as fuck. My mum likes the groups to have "healthy competition" so she rambles on about some shit about standing up for yourself and for others who support you. I've heard it all before really, and it still has no impact on me, it's still the same old hippy shit that she has been going on about for the past 19 years. Even when I was a baby she took me along to folk festivals and to protests. I just thought they were a party, not a really important event. I was young, sue me. It's not all shit, that's probably quite a harsh term for it. I appreciate her views and shit but I made my own judgement on this stuff years ago. I will stand up for myself and my beliefs. But I don't need people to help me. That's probably why I have lacked "relationships" and "best friends" or "friends" at all. I don't need people to back me up, I can stand my own ground. Well that is until a certain little red head.

I now have someone who I want to get to know. Who I want to be my...well that's the main problem isn't it? I don't know what I want her to be to. I know I like her, that's a given, but what does that fucking mean! This is so frustrating. Looking at her now she looks so calm and happy. Her concentrating face is very sweet. Her eyebrows are slightly raised and her mouth. Well god knows what it's doing. She has the oddest facial expressions. When you look at her, on the outside she looks like this small, innocent girl who is perfect in every way. But when you really looks at her. Really dissect the facial expressions and the body language you can see so much more. She's a fighter, you can tell by how determined she looks while doing even the simplest of tasks. She's also very defensive, but only when her sister is around. But like she said, she wasn't always like this, she wasn't always strong. The first day I met her and walked her back to my house she told me:

"You know I'm not always that quiet, I mean I used to be, but I grew out of it."

I don't know why she told me, but knowing that she used to be...I just want to know why she was. I want to ask her about it. She's intriguing. Her twin is a completely different story. They are so different, it's quite spooky. Katie walks around like she owns the place, like everyone should stop what they are doing and look at her. She craves attention, but when you look deeper she is just an insecure little girl. They way she always goes to Freddie for reassurance that he's there, that he wants her. I feel bad for her.

I have no clue when I became so psychological, probably when I met Effy, but the thing with psychology, it demands a lot of concentration and now I have no fucking clue about what's going on. I probably look like a rabbit coming face to face with a car, eyes popping out and shifting about. Oh that rhymes, shit I get so easily distracted.

"Naomi? Come on." And again, this girl made me jump out of my fucking skin. She's like a pissing ninja.

"Sorry?" I look at her, completely oblivious to what she's talking about. She just laughs at me. With the amount she laughs at me you'd think I was some kind of comedy genius. But sadly I'm just quite uncoordinated and dim witted.

"We're going outside, you know for your favourite activity." There's that smile again, not the warm one, but the one that is mischievous. It's the one I witnessed just before I fell off of my bed because a certain Fitch decided to kiss my cheek. You can't blame me for being shocking, it was shocking. I wasn't expecting her to do that. I didn't think she actually had the guts to. I don't get why I'm over analysing everything. Friends kiss friends on the cheek all the time, it's not odd, it's perfectly normal. But I had only known her for less than a day. Fucking hell Campbell stop making excuses, you know she likes you.

So parachute games, my first attempt at this was actually pitiful. And if I'm being honest this attempt is probably even worse. I just can't concentrate at all. I didn't think that tell Emily that I liked her would bother me that much. All day the same words have been buzzing through all of my senses; "What does this mean?" Fucks sake. This whole situation is more than irritating. It's...well I don't know what is more than irritating. But I know that this situation is worse. I'm glad I told her I know I am, but now I just can't keep my eyes off her. Just seeing her makes me smile. She doesn't even have to speak to me. Why can't I just have the answer. Like Effy said I'm Naomi 'all-seeing' Campbell.

"Naomi, Emily. Can you two pack the parachute up, Effy said she'll look after your group until you get back." We've finished the parachute games? When did that happen? And now Effy's looking after our group, I glance towards her and of course she's just smirking at me. She obviously has something in mind for me and Emily. Effy's like a warped version of Cupid really.

"Naomi, can you try not to cause yourself an injury today? I don't fancy a repeat of last time." I can tell she's just having a joke with me but there's also sadness in her eyes. The last time I hurt myself led to me being a complete bitch to her.

"Why would I need you?"

Come on Campbell shrug it off, you've spoken to her about it, it's fine now. I send a smile her way to reassure her that I'm okay. She simply smiles back at me. And now here is the return of the uncoordinated stomach flips, and they are back with a vengeance. How does one small person have such a huge impact on me.

So somehow me and Em have ended up lying on the parachute giggling about my last accident. She finds it oddly amusing that someone can hurt themselves as much as I manage to. I can't help being accident prone.

"I saw you fall, it was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"It wasn't funny for me. I still don't know how I managed to smack my own head with my arm, or possibly with the floor. I have no clue what happened." This just causes her giggles to grow into a full on belly laugh. The only description I can ever think that describes her perfectly is 'adorable'.

"You really are adorable you know." I turn my head to face her, I couldn't stop myself from saying it to her again. She's stopped laughing. Why has she stopped laughing? Fuck I shouldn't have opened my mouth again. I should learn to just keep it shut. Zip the fucking thing shut. It's bloody useless, just causes trouble.

"I assume you're ranting in your head." What?

"It seems when you rant in your head you tend to flare your nostrils slightly and bite your lip. It's sweet."

"What?" I wasn't ranting. Why would I be ranting? What's she on about.

"And now you're doing it again." She's smiling at me, a smile I've come to know. I amuse her greatly it seems.

"Damn my expressive features." And here come the giggles again.

So half an hour of talking and laughing has now led to a nice comfortable silence between us. I look over at her occasionally. Every so often she's looking at me. I just smile, but I can't stop myself from going back to that fucking question. It's starting to piss me off now.

"It means we like each other, that's all." She's now lying on her side, looking at me properly so I do the same.

"What are you a fucking mind reader?" A soft laugh escapes her lips.

"No but I've been thinking about it to."

"Right."

I'm reminded of the first time I really looked into her eyes two days ago during skipping. I got completely caught in them. And again, I'm caught up in the beauty that is Emily Fitch. For once my eyes are the first to flick down to her lips, and she follows suit. It's complete role reversal. She looks a bit lost, whereas I know what I'm doing. I'm aware of what is going on.

I slowly lean forward, checking her eyes every so often, making sure she's okay. I'm so close that I can feel her breath on my lips. I look back to her eyes one more time asking with my own if this is okay. She simply nods. I bow my head a bit, and meet her own forehead. I just want to saver this moment. This is what 'this' means. I know the answer now. Noses touch, and then our lips meet perfectly. It's slow, cautious, but perfect. She is perfect. I pull away slightly and meet her brown eyes again. Now lying on my back, I search for her hand and lace our fingers together, they fit so perfectly.

"This is what this means."

There we are. I hope you like it so far :) I'll see what I can do about updating soon.

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