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So here's chapter 14 I hope you enjoy :) I suggest listening to Sink into Me - Taking back Sunday, while reading this chapter.

I DON'T OWN SKINS.

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Sitting on the edge of the pool watching the ripples that are being produced from kicking my legs confused me. Water looks really harmless. It's delicate, and peaceful, but it scares the living shit out of me. The logical part of my brain tells me that water can't hurt me and that I'm safe with Emily by my side but those thoughts are completely silenced by the deafening thoughts that water isn't safe. Far from it actually. Even with Emily saying that I can do anything couldn't get rid of the growing feeling of fear rising in my stomach, threatening to make me regurgitate the contents of my stomach. I swallow loudly, trying to get rid of this feeling. This audible swallow also prompts Emily to rest her hand on my back, tracing invisible lines along my exposed skin.

As soon as Emily rests her hand on my back it's moved again as she stands up and removes my hoodie, revealing her perfectly toned stomach to me again. Fucking hell it really is beautiful. I can't even try to bring myself to look away. I remember when I just thoughtthat she had a nice stomach but now I know that she has the perfect stomach.

"Naomi, stop perving. We did come her for a reason." My eyes quickly snap away from her stomach and look into her eyes, pure amusement shining through her pupils which then changes to sympathy. She knows I'm scared. Well I am guessing that it's pretty obvious because my usual whit and charm has all disappeared and all that's left is some pathetic blonde girl who can't get into a large expanse of water.

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?" My eyes snap to hers, giving her a questioning look. I'm not doing anything really wrong am I. I'm just sitting. How can that be offensive to anyone?

"Being hard on yourself." She simply states this. Like I've been saying all of this shit out loud, instead of in the safety of my own thoughts.

"Fucking hell, how do you do that?"

"I know you Naomi, better than you think I do. And your facial expressions just give everything away. If anyone just simply looked at you...well not that I just look at you, but you know...It's just fucking obvious anyway now stop putting off the inevitable."

"I'm not." I say this so quietly that I can't hardly hear it. I can't even convince myself that I'm not putting this off. Of course I am. I'm fucking stalling. I don't want to get in the water.

"Come on." Emily extends her hand to me. I want to take it. God knows I want to take her hand and put all of my trust in her right now, but I can't get my arm to move up to meet hers. It's just not happening. I look back to the water in front of me. It's still. Silent. Yet so intimidating.

I've now spent an hour sitting on the edge of the pool, pretty much in silence. Emily's been sitting with me. Putting up with my silence. I lean my head onto her shoulder, which seems to be a recurring action between us. I just feel safer there, like she's shielding me from all of my fears. I feel Emily place a lingering kiss on top of my head, I close my eyes, so all I can feel is her kiss. I don't want to feel anything else right now. I don't want to feel the fear, the anxiety, the continuous feeling of foreboding. I just want to feel safe. That's all. Emily then turns her body so it's facing me, I raise my head and my eyes connect with hers. Emily's eyes are sympathetic and warm, unconsciously I search for both of Emily's hands and hold onto them, feeling her squeeze my own hands in response. I send her a small smile, letting her know that all of this means a lot to me, even if I haven't managed to enter the pool yet at all.

"Come on Naoms. It's safe I promise."

"I'm trying to believe you but..." I allow my head to swing back and let out all of the air that I've been holding in for the whole time I've been in this building of terror. "I'm so fucking pathetic." My eyes fall to our hands that are resting on my legs.

"You're not pathetic." I look up at her, in shock, she has the most sincere expression on her face that changes my expression of shock to a more cheerful picture. She really, honestly thinks I'm strong enough to do this. Fucking hell. No pressure.

"Listen to me Naomi. You're going to go in the water, and I'm going to be with you all the time, okay? You're going to be safe with me." She leans forward and places a small, yet meaningful kiss on my lips.

Emily moved away from me and walked down to the deeper end of the pool. She placed herself facing me directly and gave me a cheeky grin just before diving into the pool. It was actually beautiful, watching her body stretch out and for a split second lying in the air, just before she became completely submerged in the water. It appeared to happen in slow motion. Her hair became a blur of red while she was suspended in the air but once she entered the water she just became a distorted image. I could see her, swimming towards me, kicking her legs delicately. As much as water frightens me it really can hold the most beautiful of images.

When Emily emerges from the water in front of me her hair is fixed to her soft features. It's become a darker shade of red, but still holds the brightness of her personality. She looks stunning. The water suddenly looks a lot less scary and certainly more inviting with her in it. I've got my legs in the water again, just hanging limply with Emily standing in between them looking up at me, her hands running up and down the inside of my lower leg lightly. Emily gracefully rises out of the water, using my legs to support her, her face becomes dangerously close to my own. I can feel her breath on my lips, the tip of her nose making contact with my own. Her lips meet mine so easily. Her hands move to my waist and I feel myself being slowly pulled in some kind of direction but I can't work it out. All I can feel is Emily. Nothing else matters. My hands are firmly clasped around her neck, pulling her closer to me. Her own hands are attached to my hips, traveling across my stomach and further up my rib cage. She pushes me up against a wall. But how the fuck did I make it to a wall. I was sitting down, with my legs in the...water. My eyes literally snap open and practically burst out of my head. She got me in the water. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I push Emily off of me and push myself out of the water. Once I'm out I run out of the pool area. I'm out of breath. Scared shitless and now sitting on a tree trunk freezing my tits off.

"I'm sorry." A small voice makes me look up. Emily's standing there in my hoodie holding a towel in her extended arm.

"You don't have to be sorry Em. I panicked." She moves and sits next to me while simultaneously placing the towel lightly round my shoulders. She lets her hands linger on the back of my neck but swiftly moves them away. I lower my eyes and keep them fixed on my hands. Alone. I don't like my hands being alone. They're supposed to be connected to Emily. Always connected to Emily. I really am not happy with this situation of my hands being single entities. I move my hand over quickly and take Emily's hand in my own. Like I own it. We sit like this, me tracing lazy circles over the top of her hand with my thumb and Emily sitting quietly, watching me. I know she's watching me. It doesn't take a genius to see it, and to be fair, I'm very perceptive. I've had enough of this slightly awkward feel. I make sure I've got a firm hold of Emily's hand and pull along behind me.

"Naomi where are we going?" I stop and look at her.

"We're going back to our room, it's cold out here and also it's late and I'm tired."

"Naomi, wait. Where are we going?" Why does she keep asking, didn't I just tell her that we are going back to our room. It's quite simp...Oh.

"Our room." I send her a genuine smile, lifting our entwined hands up in between us. I lean forward and place a light kiss on her lips, lingering for a moment before I begin to pull her along again.

"I guess I'm officially moving in then eh Campbell?" I turn back and see a cheeky smile playing on Emily's lips. Fucking hell she is beautiful even when she's being cheeky.

"Indeed you are." I wink at her and then start pulling her along again, our hands firmly connected, like they are supposed to be. They are now one single entity, not separate entities.

DRUMS START. MY HEART RACES.

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY!

You're all I see, sink into me.

We came crashing through the door to our room, smiling into every kiss that was put into play. Emily's hands wondering along my stomach, up my rib cage again. My own hands fixed to Emily's features, caressing her jaw line. I move my lips from her own and bite down on her neck, making sure that I leave a mark. She grips my face forcefully and pulls it back so that my eyes meet hers. A sexy smirk forms on her lips and I raise my eyebrow, challenging her.

Come on and have your way with me.

"You're going to pay for that." I go back to attacking her neck with a smile on my face. Emily grasps my face in her hands again and she kisses me strongly and then bites my bottom lip. Hard. I taste blood slightly and I pull away from her for a minute, with a slight look of disbelief on my face. Emily bit me? Since when has she been this feisty! Jesus! I look at her again and begin to pull her back to our bed. When my legs meet the edge of the bed I fall back and land, with a bit less grace than I had hoped, on the mattress. Emily straddles me, still attacking my lips with her own. I quickly remove my hoodie that she's wearing, revealing her perfect torso. My hands are firmly fixed around her waist, traveling up and down, sending shivers shooting through Emily. I feel her shudder. I love that I do this to her. I bite down again, but just on the curve of her breast that is revealed by her bikini. Again I make sure that I leave a mark. She's mine. No-one else will make a mark on her like I do.

I'd like to be a note, the kind you could sing but don't because you're shy. That way I'll live inside your throat and hang from every word you spoke...

Sharpen your teeth, sink into me.

I'm about to remove Emily's bikini when a big thud makes me realise that we are not as alone as I thought we were.

"OH SHITTING HELL! LEZZER ACTION! YES!" Shit.

"Oh bobbins." Oh double shit!

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Triple shit! Emily's landed on the floor as I bolted upwards. To say that the mood is completely ruined would be quite true.

Emily looks at me, clearly embarrassed by what has just occurred, I extend my arm and help her up so she is positioned next to me on the bed. I also grab her hoodie that had been discarded earlier and give it to her so she can keep her dignity. I grab the covers on my bed and wrap them around me, covering up my own dignity, well what's left with it.

"Don't stop on my account ladies."

"Piss off Cook. Well first pick JJ up." Cook turns round to see the comical image of JJ completely out cold. Bless him. He can't handle moments like this. Cook just laughs and looks at me again.

"Didn't know you two were so...wild."

"Cook, piss off!"

"Nah mate, I'm going to sleep." He makes his way over to his bed, removing his shirt and trousers as he goes. JJ's just left on the floor. When Cook turns back to me, once he's comfortable in bed her wiggles his eyebrows at both me and Emily. "You two can carry on though, I don't mind."

"Fuck off Cook." Emily speaks up and I'm quite surprised by her sudden bout of confidence after this ridiculously embarrassing incident.

"Alright red, I'm just going to sleep mate. Sleep well my little lezzers." Cook makes himself comfortable. Well he wont be moving any time soon. He sleeps like a fucking log. Probable like multiple logs.

"What are we going to do about JJ?" Emily turns to me, slightly confused by my question. But JJ is situated half in our room and half out of our room. So basically the door can't be shut if he is still there.

"Drag him?"

Emily and me clothed ourselves a bit better, I gave Emily a t-shirt of mine and leant her a pair of shorts and I threw on pretty much the same thing. While Emily puts my hoodie on I can't help but smile. I like that she still wears it, no matter what the situation is. We are such a fucking couple, and weirdly that actually makes me happy.

We dragged JJ, both of us holding an arm each, he's actually surprisingly heavy. Probably because of all of the pills he has to take. We placed JJ at the side of Cooks bed, just to teach both of them a lesson for walking in on us. In the morning, hopefully Cook will stand on JJ and then fall over, so both of them get taught a bit of lesson. It's mean, yes but they interrupted us. Which has just put me in a bad mood.

Later that morning, at a more appropriate time I was woken up by the pained shouts of JJ and Cook. I assume our little plan worked well. I open one eye and look over at Cook's bed to see both of the boys on the floor, JJ clutching his ribs and Cook clutching his head and elbow. I then turn my attention to the red head, who is again, as usual completely dead to the world resting on my chest.

"Alright Blondie? Sorry about the interruption last night." I lean up on my shoulders slightly, careful not to wake Emily.

"Can you just fuck off Cook, we'll be out in a bit. And take JJ with you." I can tell Cook's thinking about giving me some kind of smart arse comment but I think my death glare puts a reasonable stop to that, he just leaves with a wave of his hand. "Alright, alright, calm down muff muncher, we're going. Come on Jaykins."

"Yes yes, we'll be off." JJ stares at his shoes as he walks away. Clearly embarrassed about last night and also this morning. Poor boy.

I lower myself back down carefully again with Emily only stirring ever so slightly but she settles quickly back into her previous position. I really should wake her up, but she looks so fucking peaceful, I need to wake her up as nicely as possible. Not like last time by pulling her off of the bed and causing her to land on top of me. Right I need to think this through, I could speak loudly enough for her to wake up, or, I'm sure I can think of something, I'm an intelligent girl.

"Em? Em?" Well that's not working, time for plan B.

I run my hand down her cheek, she stirs a bit but doesn't wake her. My hand lingers a big over her jaw. I've found that her jaw is probably one of my favorite parts of Emily, along with her flawless stomach of course. I move my hand down, brushing it agains her neck, I can feel the small wounds left on her neck from last night. This stirs her a bit more, but she's still not totally awake. Fucking hell, she's worse than Cook. Right time for plan C. It's time to bring out the big guns, some may say.

I kiss the top of her head, then her forehead, down to the tip of her nose and finally I place a small kiss on her lips. This is finally when she wakes. A huge smile slowly forming, I smile back at her. Well plan C had the desired effect. Well done Campbell. Aha! Plan C. Plan Campbell. I need to remember to tell her about this very witty revelation later. Sadly I think I will be the only one who is amused by this.

"Morning sleeping beauty." I look at her, with only admiring eyes. She's beautiful.

"Fucking hell, you're so cheesy sometimes."

"Yeah well I have my moments." I give her another kiss on the nose, which makes her nose scrunch up a bit. She's so cute in the mornings. I leave the bed and go to change into my clothes for the day.

"Come on, you're stomach has been rumbling all fucking morning, time for breakfast." I extend my hand towards her which she of course takes with a smile on her face. I think if I had known that all relationships would be like this I wouldn't have been so averted to them. But then again, I think it's just Emily herself that makes this so fucking amazing.

We went to breakfast, holding hands again until we got to the cafeteria where everyone had gathered. Before we separate I lean forward and whisper in her ear "I'm just going to speak to my mum." She looks at me confused and I simply look down at our hands, showing her that I'm going to tell my mum about us. She just smiles at me, she probably wants to come but I think this is something I need to do myself, to prove to myself that I'm strong and that this is real.

"Mum."

"Yes darling."

"Can I just talk to you about something, out of the way."

"Of course."

We walked over to the door of the cafeteria, away from the ear shot of everyone else, but I wanted to make sure that Emily could see me. I have to prove to her that we are a legitimate couple and of course prove it to myself. I want my mum to know. I'm not scared that she'll judge me, far from it. She's a fucking hippy, it will be fine, she goes mushroom foraging for fucks sake, sometimes she tells people that she's a witch so they wont take her mushrooms. It's hilarious really.

"Mum, Emily and Me...we're, well we're sort of a...well not sort of..." Why the fuck am I stuttering.

"Spit it out love."

"We're a fucking couple. She's my girlfriend!"

"I thought you were going to tell me you broke up."

"What?"

"It's pretty obvious love, now go and eat your breakfast."

I'm actually dumbfounded. I walk back to Emily, in a bit of a haze. She knew? Are we that obvious? I thought we were being discreet. Obviously not discreet enough. Fucking hell, I thought I was a cool customer, like fucking 007. I blame Emily for softening me up, clouding my brain with her beauty. I hadn't even noticed that I'd made it to Emily already, I only realise when I feel her place her hand on my arm reassuringly.

"Are you okay Naoms?"

"Yeah, fuck, I'm fine yeah." I lean forward again and whisper in her ear. "She already knew, she thought I was coming to tell her that we had broken up." I pull myself away from the intoxicating presence of Emily Fitch and look into her eyes, to see sadness?

"Em, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just..." She smiles up at me, it's nearly genuine but there's this nagging feeling in my stomach that something's not right. "Anyway, breakfast."

So today is another day of swimming. Fantastic. I told Emily that I would just probably sit by the river side. Which is where I am now. Emily's gone to change into her bikini. I'm just in some shorts and a bikini top, I borrowed it from Effy, well she gave it to me. Apparently I should tease Emily a bit, which to be fair could be really quite fun.

I'm lying on like a pier that is the farthest away I can get from the general hustle and bustle of the children swimming about. Also I can't get splashed by them. I hear a chorus of wolf whistles coming from behind me so I tilt my head back a bit, pulling my glasses down my nose so I can see clearly. And what I see is probably the most tantalizing image ever. Emily. Bikini on. Hair tied back. Short shorts in place. And my hoodie tied around her waist. And from where I am I can just about see the marks I left yesterday. And she is wearing them with so much fucking pride. The best one of course is the one that is placed, revealingly on her breast.

"Nice Emily." I hear Cook shouting at her. Fucking prick.

I shut my eyes for a minute, reliving the moment I gave her that infamous love bite. Of course I'm also wearing my own, but it's on my lip, a bit less conspicuous. Effy did ask why my lip was swollen earlier though, I just laughed and walked away. I see Emily get dragged off slightly by Katie, it seems that Katie's a bit pissed off, and then the phrase "if looks could kill" pops into my head as Katie sends me a glare that I will not want to see again in a hurry. Emily chastises her from what I can see and then continues to make her way over to me. I lie back down, re place my glasses and wait for Emily to join me. When I feel the wood next to me shudder a bit I know Emily's here.

"So what did Katiekins want?"

"She was just asking about my war wounds." A smirk instantly arrives on my lips. Nice one Campbell. "Really she should just mind her own business."

"Does she know." I turn to her, lifting my glasses off so I can see her eyes properly.

"I think she has an inkling, but she's known I'm gay for a while so it shouldn't be a problem." She shrugs this off like it's pretty normal, which really I'm sure it is for her. One thing I admire about Emily, and slightly envy. She's so sure of herself. She knows who she is.

"You're gay?" I ask. Fake shock apparent in my voice and face. She just slaps my exposed stomach slightly and then lets her hand stay there, stroking my hips lightly with her finger tips.

"Har Har! I'm not the only gay one here."

"I'm not gay, I just don't think it matters too much, girls or boys. It's all love in the end isn't it." I thought this for a while really. Labels just piss me off. And recently love seems to have played a big part in my daily thoughts.

"Love?"

"Yeah. Love."

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