So, hello...I must say it's been a while, and for that I apologise! College got in the way, but I'm quite settled now so HOPEFULLY *fingers crossed* if you still want me to carry on then I am back :)
I hope you're all well :) and if you're still reading this then thanks.
I DON'T OWN SKINS.
enjoy,
"Come to London." What?
"Come to London." What?
"Come to London." What?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
"Naoms?"
"What?"
"Come to London."
"I can't just come to London."
"Why not? Katie and Me have a flat, you can live with us."
"Shouldn't you discuss something like this with Katie."
"I have."
"What?"
"I spoke to her yesterday, that's why I went to talk to her."
"Em. I'm really lost. You want me to come to London with you?"
"Yeah."
"And Katie is absolutely fine with this?"
"Yep."
"She hates me Em."
"Why are you being so awkward about this. I thought you'd want to come."
"I do."
"Then why are you making excuses."
"Cos I'm confused!"
"Why are you confused?"
"Last week you told me that you were leaving Em and now today you're telling me that I should just come with you."
"I thought you'd want to come."
"I'm not saying I don't want to come!"
"What are you saying then."
"Fuck knows."
"Naomi..."
I push myself onto her. My lips moving against her own. I feel some resistance from her at first, obviously out of confusion on her part but it soon disappears and the familiar feeling of Emily's lips moving against my own perfectly replaces all confusion clouding my brain. It's the only thing I can do. I continue to push Emily backwards towards my bed until her knees hit the bed frame and she involuntarily falls onto the mattress with a slight laugh escaping her lips. I smile against her lips at how adorable she is and hold myself above her, our lips still moving in tandem. My hands roam a little bit, mainly out of habit. But let's be honest, who's hands wouldn't roam when faced with the body of Emily Fitch? Eventually though our lips slow and we gradually move into a familiar comfortable position on our bed, my head tucked underneath her chin and Emily placing a final long kiss on my forehead.
"So Naomi, is that a yes then?" I smile against the neck of her skin. I know I'm going to say yes, she knows it too but obviously still feels the need to ask.
"Of course it is you dickhead."
Short and sweet to get back into this. Please read and review and such :)
lots of love withlegslikethat xxxx