Two times in a day, not bad huh? The only explanation is that I have a lot of free time on my hands this weekend. It's a short chapter, I know, but it felt right to end it where I did. Also, thanks for the reviews and follows!

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Chapter 3: Lost in your eyes, drowning in blue

Naomi PoV

She blinked.

Once.

Twice.

She seemingly snapped out of her thoughts and averted her eyes from mine. I'm pretty sure I saw a deep crimson color rise up her throat and cheeks. She lifted her injured hand to inspect it. I raked my eyes over her petite frame. She was wearing short black denim jeans, a blue skinny hoodie over a white top and some black ballerina shoes. No wonder she smashed into the concrete, those shoes and biking are a match made in hell.

"I think I'll live" her husky voice snapped me out of staring at her well toned legs. God, her voice. I'm sure it could have melted icebergs and stopped world wars among other wonders. I wanted to hear it again so badly that it took me by surprise. My prayers had clearly been heard because she stumbled to her feet and lifted her bike before gesturing to the road fence.

"Just lost control for a second, and the road fence … it-it suddenly was there and…" babbling and embarrassed. I let out a low chuckle and gave her an understanding smile. Her eyes snapped to mine, she returned the smile. Flip. I ignored my stomach and noticed her hand again, lifting my hand to lightly point at it.

"Are you sure you're alright? It seems to be bleeding quite a bit."

She looks down at her hand "Yeah, I think it's just some scrapes."

I opened my mouth to ask if she was alright getting home, but another voice beat me. "Emily, are you coming or what?" the girls that rode past me a minute ago had stopped at the top of the hill and was obviously waiting for Emily. Her name is Emily. It was the one in leopard print shouting, and she didn't sound very happy. Figures, after the look she gave me earlier.

Emily hopped on her bike and was about to start pedaling. My heart sunk a bit in my chest at her bending to her sisters (or maybe twin, they were quite alike) commands that easily. Or maybe it was because she was about to leave me here at this godforsaken road after she just found me. Thankfully she stopped in her tracks, foot on the pedal and turned back to me with an intense stare. She looked me up and down and I felt the strange feeling in my stomach return again. Then she speaks in a low pitched voice, the words almost lost in the breeze

"I'll see you around?" it comes out as a question. A few seconds pass before I understand that it may be wise to answer instead of standing there gaping.

"Yeah. You will" I whisper back, because for some reason she makes me breathless. For a moment I'm unsure if she heard it, but the satisfied twitch at the side of her mouth told me she had. I got lost in her eyes for a small eternity, losing focus of everything but that brown ocean. It was making my heart beat out of control.

"For fucks sakes, Emily, you're such a slug. Get you head out of your arse and speed up, you cow!" was yelled from further up. Emily broke our staring contest, stood up on her bike and started pedaling away from me. I suddenly felt cold and wrapped my arms around me while watching her wobbling from side to side up the hill. She certainly wasn't a natural at riding the bike. The thought made me grin despite myself.

"Fucking hell Katie, what got your knickers in a twist? One should believe a little more compassion from my own sister was in its place after I fucking crash my bike!" Emily yelled back. I grinned a bit wider before turning and heading home, their bickering fading out behind me.

After searching through some boxes in the hall to find the essentials I needed, I headed to my room. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring into my own eyes. Get your shit together I scolded myself. The reason for my flustered state was the flashes of brown I'd seen every time I shut my eyes on my way home. She's just a fucking girl, no reason to drive yourself crazy over a single insignificant encounter.

I went to bed and Tiger made herself comfortable in the crook of my arm. "Stop fucking flipping" I muttered angrily to my stomach when I couldn't manage to calm myself. One should think that after such a day I would have a lot on my mind but the only thing haunting me when I closed my eyes was the memory of her shocked face. I sighed, unsure of what this meant. Sleep wasn't going to come easy tonight.

I had no idea that across the village, in a red house at the end of 'Wisteria Lane', a certain redhead was laying awake listening to the soft breathing of her twin sister sleeping, drowning in blue.

So I've set the scene and our lovely girls have finally met, even though Naomi seems a bit shaky about the whole thing.

I'll try to make the next chapter longer. Have a nice night! - M.