Hello lovely readers. (Am I updating too quickly for you?) Hehe. I guess right now the only thing I take pride in doing is writing these chapters for you, so it's the only thing I've been doing.

Right now, I have no direction for this story, however, it seems it's been that way the past few chapters. Have no fear though, I shall keep writing whatever spontaneous words come to me while I sit and stare at the computer screen in front of me.

I've come up with a plan to avoid this story becoming boring, every time the plot seems to relax I'll do something to kick it right back up again… maybe add a new character, with a new backstory that some how relates to one of our favs, or… bring Harrolton back… who knows. –Evil Smile (Let me know what you think…)

Without further nonsense, I give you… (warning: a little bit of hot stuff in this one. Just a taste.)

Chapter 21: Taking Romance to New Heights

Naomi's PoV

Jesus. This kitchen is too fucking big. How the hell are you supposed to find anything in here! OWCH! Fucking stupid drawers… I could be sleeping in a warm bed right now, but no, you decided to get the fuck up anyway and do something nice for once. Shame the stupid fucking kitchen can't just be nice to you just because you feel like being a better person… fucking hell.

"Naomi, you want some help?" I turned around to see the one person who didn't seem to mind mornings standing by the kitchen table.

"You know how to cook?" I didn't exactly take Panda for the smart type and cooking kind of seemed like it required at least a bit of knowledge. I smiled at her trying to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"I've picked up a few things here and there, practiced at school y'know... I'm brill' at making waffles!"

"Alright, go ahead Panda." Fuck it, it's not like I could do a better job… hardly ever cooked a damn thing in my life...

"Whizzer!" She never fails to slip that word in every conversation she has. It could even be at a fucking funeral, and she'd find a way to say it amongst all the depression without disrespecting the mood.

After finding the ingredients and successfully spilling a fair portion of them on myself, and watching Panda put it all together in an over the top dandy mood, there were ten plates filled with waffles. More than enough for Emily; Panda just can't help but go overboard when she is 'over-stimulated' as Effy put it.

"Wow. We could have a waffle party!" Her smile was bright and cheerful, looking at the hefty piles of waffles sitting in front of us.

"Actually Panda, I was going to bring them to Emily…"

Shit. A large frown appeared on Panda's face. Fuck it. She just made me a ton of waffles, wanting nothing but a party in return. How can you burst her bubble… don't be a grump Naomi.

"Tell you what Panda, I'm only going to need one plateful so all the rest are yours to do what you want… waffle party and all. Just um, wake up the others… If Emily is feeling better we'll come down later, okay?"

"Thanks Naomi!" She jumped up clapping her hands in excitement. "I'm so flippin' excited."

I took a plate and feeling guilty that I was leaving Panda to clean up by herself, but as I've been saying lately, fuck it, Emily is more important than cleaning a mess.

I placed the pancakes on the nightstand before crawling back into bed next to Emily. I thought she was asleep, however, she turned over and two brown eyes were blinking at me with a small tired smile underneath.

"You're up early." She mumbled.

"Yes, had to go to the bathroom, got lost. Scoot over, you're hogging the bed." Emily remained still and her smile grew. I didn't want to tell her about the waffles yet, but the desirable aroma wasn't doing anything to help hide their presence.

"Fine, don't share the bed with me. I won't share the waffles I made with you."

"You made waffles? I don't believe you." How can she not smell them?

"Why not? I could be a five star chef for all you know." I hadn't ever made anything for her before, so she had no reason not to believe me, aside from the corner of my mouth giving me away in a failing tight-lipped smile.

"Because those smell like Panda's chocolate chip waffles. I don't think you can cook, let alone replicate her special waffles." She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Fine you caught me. Now scoot."

Emily moved over so we could both sit up on the bed. I started to give her the plate but she folded her arms so as to not take it from me.

"What now, Emily? I thought you wanted them…"

"I want you to feed me."

"Excuse me?"

"You gave me a black eye so now you have to do what I say. Feed me." She stuck her tongue out at me again. I was going to lean over and kiss it triumphantly when Panda came in.

"Good morning Emily!"

"Um, good morning Panda?" Emily said it more like a question, unsure why Panda had burst into the room. The cheerful girl took her hands out from behind her back revealing whip-cream, a bowl of strawberries, and maple syrup.

The red-head next to me let out a small moan reassuring me that she was thinking the same thing as I was.

"Hungry Emily?" Panda asked quizzically while I laughed. Panda must've mistaken that for Emily's stomach.

"Oh. Yes." I could swear Emily's voice as ten notches huskier than usual. Shivers crept down my spine.

"Thanks Panda." I took the items from her to get her out of the room as soon as possible.

"All right, I'll leave you to it." She skipped out of the room before shutting the door, humming to herself.

"She is so innocently dirty." I mumbled. My heart leaped when Panda's head popped back through the door.

"I forgot, David said try not to make a mess! Something about getting the sheets filthy… I didn't quite catch it all. He also said don't be too loud, but I'm not sure why, nobody is still sleeping…" Panda looked really confused.

A blush started heating my neck and cheeks. Funny David. Real fucking funny. Send Panda to say something dirty without a clue. "Right, thanks Panda."

She disappeared again, and I turned to face Emily. I laughed to see she was blushing much harder than I was. "One of these days I'm going to get him back really good. When he least expects it." She muttered.

"Are you?" I rose an eyebrow and popped a strawberry in my mouth.

"Yes, I'm going to fucking shoot the fu-" Emily let out a shaky breath when she saw me lick the strawberry juice of my lip.

Honestly, that wasn't my intention at all, which shortly changed to being my only intention. Heat rushed through me when I saw her eyes change from brown to black. Holy shit.

Emily crawled across the bed onto my lap pushing me so my back was flat on the bed. She opened the canister of whip cream and shook it. "Don't move your mouth." My mouth was closed, while my eyes watched as she made a mountain of whip cream on top of my lips. She slowly bent down and licked it away, licking up the side of my face as well.

"Em—" before I could say anything, her mouth was attacking mine, her lips swallowing my own. I was about to sit up and fully allow my hands to tangle into her hair before she pulled away, licking her lips.

"Why'd you stop?"

*Rumble*

"You're sweet but I want my waffles" Emily pat her stomach, got off me and sat criss-cross facing me.

"Fuck." I sat up, breathing deeply to try and relax. I picked up a fork and cut a small piece of waffle before holding it out to her. Her soft hand held my wrist and guided it to her mouth. She chewed it then kissed the hand she was holding. We repeated this for about five waffles, staring into each others eyes, until Emily said she was full. I was too; every now and then I gave my self a couple bites of hers while she just smiled at me.

I watched as the red-head removed the food from the bed, turned to me to give me a devilish smile before getting off the bed. What the fuck is she up to?

"Don't think you can bed me for a plate of waffles Miss Campbell. I'm a much worthier shag than that." She winked before running into the bathroom, and turning on the shower.

I sat there bewildered for a minute before getting up and changing my clothes. Another one of Emily's games I see, well I'm just going to have to make her beg to shag me then. I took my time looking for the perfect outfit. I was wearing small jeans shorts where the pockets were even longer than the jean itself, and were visibly hanging out a little in the front. Then I slipped on a black bra with a shirt that was starting to get too small the way it clung so tightly to me, perhaps it was supposed to do that... It showed a little bit of my lower back and toned stomach while hanging off of one of my shoulders. I found a mirror on the wall and stared at myself for a few minutes, deciding I was very satisfied by my overall look. Beat that Emily. Not that I don't think you can… Fluttering fucking butterflies.

I left the room before Emily finished her shower, taking the plate and other stuff back to the kitchen to wash and put away. I wasn't surprised to see everyone sitting at a large table the majority of the waffles gone.

"Damn, Panda you make some good waffles." David belched and rubbed his stomach enthusiastically, with a content smile.

"God, you remind me of Cook." Katie scoffed.

"Who's Cook?"

"My boyfriend."

"Oh, so you aren't just a free shag?"

"Fuck you."

"Sorry, men only." He winked, before coming around the kitchen island to descreetly slip his plate in the pile in the sink where I was currently washing a few things. "So, speaking of shagging…" His attention was on me, as was everyone else's in the room, aside from Panda who was licking syrup off her fingers. Not sexily, mind you.

"We didn't shag, you twat."

"Shame. Betcha she's good."

Emily walked into the kitchen and my jaw dropped. She was wearing a purple shirt that had slits across the stomach and black jeans that were tighter than skinnies. I was almost positive I saw the glint of something reflecting the light in her belly-button between the slits. Not to mention the black bra with fucking glitter peeking through, that didn't fail to grab my focus.

"What makes you say that David?" she had a sly grin, making sure not to look at my expression directly, but knowing entirely the surprise effect she was having on me.

"Fucked a red-head once." He had a cheeky look on his face.

"Please, spare us." Katie quipped. Effy was just watching all the banter with an amused smile.

"So Emily, what activities will it be today?" David took his usual spot on the counter. That boy had a thing against chairs.

"Today I'm spending a day with Naomi." My stomach fluttered. Maybe the butterflies didn't completely die last time she almost asked me out on a date and then rejected me?

David laughed at the surprised look on my face. Before he could say something dirty, Effy intruded the conversation for the first time.

"How about the rest of us go into town for the day."

"That'd be great. I could see Cook!"

"We could go to the pet shop!" Panda was elated.

"Why would you want to go to the pet shop…?" David inquired.

"I've always wanted a puppy!"

"A puppy?" The boy's face dropped any sign of happiness or excitement.

"Fine Panda, we'll get you a puppy. David relax, we have more than enough room for puppies."

"It's not that." He mumbled, avoiding eye-contact with anyone, even though everyone was thoroughly curious in his sudden change in demeanor.

"Then what is it?" Effy didn't miss a beat.

"I'm afraid of dogs." He whispered. We were all quiet enough that we heard him, and I quickly covered my mouth to avoid the laugh I was trying to swallow in my throat before it came out and embarrassed him. I could tell Emily was doing the same out of the corner of my eye. Katie just had a look of 'what the fuck' on her face.

"We'll get a small one and let you help Panda choose one so it's less scary. Any other comments?" She looked around and saw David nodding to himself muttering 'a small one'.

"Good, everyone get ready to leave in thirty." The group dispersed and I told Emily I'd be right back while she would look around and decide exactly she wanted to do today. I caught Effy in the hallway.

"Uhm, Effy, would you mind getting me a few things while your in town?" I was slightly embarrassed.

"Sure. I'll just add it to the list. If it's tampons, don't be embarrassed. David being a boy and all, forgot to stock the bathrooms with them, so those are already on the list."

I let out a nervous laugh, "No, uhm, a few things I wanted to get Emily." Effy raised her eyebrows and put on a smirk while I pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper from one of my pockets.

She un-crumpled it and read it with great amusement. "Alright, consider it sorted Campbell."

I started to go back downstairs to Emily when Effy called out to me, "Enjoy yourself today Naomi!"

I laughed to myself and started the search for the girl with the red-hair. This factory was huge and it might just take me an hour, who knows what places her curiosity would take her. This place is fucking endless when it comes to things that can easily grab that childlike attention of hers.

…

…

"There you are… should've fucking looked in here first."

"Yep. I always work up a hunger after my showers… even if I've only just eaten an hour ago…"

"Would've been nice to know that an hour ago."

I hopped up on the counter to the right of Emily and leaned back on my arms. She turned herself, pulling her feet up to put on my lap while she leaned her back against the fridge to her left, and continued munching on a piece of toast.

"Not very good manners to eat with your feet up."

"Not very good manners to make the girl ask the guy out on a date."

"What makes me the guy in this relationship?"

"Because you're taller." She laughed, munching away.

"Really, because I'm fucking taller… since when does height constitute gender… fuck sake." No point in arguing a pointless battle. "Emily, will you go out on a date with me today?"

"That was so unexpected. I'd love to." She smiled and acted dramatically taken aback, touching her heart and batting her eyelashes. Her act disappeared and the curiosity came back, "So what do you have planned?"

"Not sure, I'm thinking of winging it." I smirked.

"That's not very romantic."

"Who said I'm a romantic?"

"I just thought you'd be a gentleman is all." She took her feet of my lap and started to walk away, trying to rile me up with the whole classic boy meets girl thing.

"It's the first date, you're not supposed to be romantic yet, the first date is all about loosening up around each other and having a good fucking time."

"Hmm. Shame."

"Shame?" What are you doing to me Emily?

"Romantic dates always end well in my book." A game it is.

"Yes, well you haven't been on a first date with me before, so you wouldn't know how the Campbell charm works. Romantic dates are for the needy who need an excuse to kiss someone they like."

"I see, go on."

"I won't need an excuse to kiss you, you'll be begging me by the time I've worked my charm." I winked at her and brushed past her gently heading out of the kitchen, knowing she wasn't far behind.

…

…

"That movie sucked."

"Yeah, so much for the fun date, Naomi." She nudged my ribs.

"Yes well how the fuck was I supposed to know it would be poor American comedy."

"It was called White Chicks, and you found it in David's stash labeled 'American Comedy.' That should've been hint enough."

"Yes, but it didn't have in parenthesis 'not fucking funny,' or 'shit humor' on it. There was no way to know."

We were both sitting in the large theater furnished with individual leather recliners.

"Bad choice, Naoms, bad choice…"

"The plot had fucking potential, you read the back of the case, they just mucked it all up. It's not my fault they did a miserable job with it and gave false pretentions hinting to a good movie on the case."

"It's fine Naomi, I'm just teasing you." Emily reached over and unfolded my arms before turning my cheek towards her and pecking it. "What's next on that charming mind of yours?"

Pull yourself together Campbell. She's asking you what's next. She's not going to dump you just because the movie was a disaster. It's another challenge remember? Think of something that can't go wrong.

"C'mon Emily." I got up and took her hand, taking her out of the theater with me. It only took a few minutes to climb the stairs and get to the exact place I had in mind.

"Fuck, we're high." Emily's red hair was dangling over the railing looking down at the factory. We were close to the top of the coasters and waterslides to practically touch them, and not too far from the high ceiling itself.

"Scared of heights?" I smirked and then noticed she was gripping the rail with white-knuckles.

"Yes, actually. I hate them."

"Good, then you'll love what I have in mind." Emily knew what I was doing, and as soon as I pulled her away from the rail she gripped tight onto my waist, trying to hide from what was scaring her.

"I'm want to go down." She mumbled.

"Come on," I waddled with her attached to me to the other end of the track, until I found a few go-karts. I was happy to see that there were a few that had two seats in them. I plucked Emily off of me and buckled her in, smiling at her nervous look, before getting in on the other side.

"I really fucking hate you for making me do this."

"You know you love it." I laughed, before turning the ignition.

"I do. But my racing heartbeat is telling me otherwise."

"It's an adrenaline rush. Going fast really high in the air, kind of like flying. I'm give you the ride of your life, babe." Before she could say anything back I floored it and enjoyed as the go-kart accelerated at an immense rate. When we got to the turn I made it sharp and exhilarating. The track was long, and I knew it would be a few minutes before Emily would start freaking out on me.

"This is fun." She had a happy look on her face now, less scared of how high we were.

"Oh yes." I laughed, I give it one minute.

"Naomi. What the fuck is that?" Emily's hands gripped the side of the go-kart tightly and looked at me with anger and fear written across her face after seeing what was up ahead.

"It's a dead end."

"I know it's a fucking dead end. You're going to KILL US. FUCKING SLOW DOWN."

I just laughed.

"NAOMI, WHY ISN'T THERE A FUCKING RAILING! STOP! WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

"Hold on tight." I smirked, before hitting the gas as hard as I could keeping my eyes on Emily as soon as the tires lift off the track and into the air. Her face goes from scared to petrified to relief to scared again when she's sees the foam pit beneath us, waiting to catch us. It was the speed that we were falling that was making her scared again. Right before we hit our destination I felt her hold onto me and watched as she closed her eyes and screamed.

*FOOMP*

I unbuckled myself and threw a couple of the foam pieces out of the way so I could see her. She was staring at me, her nostrils flaring and her eyebrows scrunched down, her teeth biting her lip.

"Did you like it?" Smirk returning.

"If I wasn't about to kill you right now for scaring me like that, I'd say that was the best adrenaline rush I've ever had, and it was an incredible thrill. But now you fucking owe me big time for doing that to me, regardless of how I feel about it now that it's over with."

"No thank you? I knew you'd like it, I just had to make you do it. Now what exactly do I owe you Miss Fitch?"

"The rest of the day we are doing what I want."

"But I thought I get to be the boy!" I whined sarcastically.

"You're still the boy," Her playful side returning, "however, you're manly ways of being spontaneous are being put to the side so I can fucking catch my breath which is currently lying in the bottom of this pit."

She unbuckled herself and climb out waiting for me to do the same. I hugged her and told her I was sorry but she told me not to be, that she really did enjoy it, just she didn't think she was ever going to do it again.

"I want to relax now."

"As you wish." I bowed.

"Let's go to the pool."

"As you wish."

"Knock that off."

"As you w—" Owch. "Fine, lead the way."

We both stripped to our knickers and bra's, which was the usual routine now. One of the things I had put on the list I gave to Effy was swimsuits… we can't just keep swimming in our underwear, it's not normal. Not that I minded seeing Emily practically naked anytime she fancied getting wet. She skipped out of the water after having a bit of a splash fight and hit the switch that turned on the waterfall.

"I believe I said I wanted to relax." She took my head and lead me through the waterfall, sopping us before we were inside the cave, enjoying the hot tub. We sat on opposite sides, and I watched as she tilted her head back onto the surface of the tiles and silenced. I found another button nearby that turned on the jets and watched as her head shot up surprised then slowly went back down enjoying the feel.

"Mmm, that feels good." Oh god. I want to hold you. She opened one eye and caught me perving, before smiling and pulling her head back up to look at me. "Come here Campbell." She motioned me with her finger and then brushed her hair back with her hand.

I mumbled something incoherent and allowed the jet currents and my wobbly feet to push me closer to her. She grabbed my hand and pushed me so I was sitting next to her. Those brown eyes are so fucking gorgeous. I stare into them all day and never get bored of them. Our eyes were locked with each other not leaving even once, while Emily moved so that she was straddling me.

She looked at me hard before resting her head on my shoulder. I thought this was leading to something else, but I accepted what was happening and wrapped my arms around her back. I felt water that wasn't coming from the jacuzzi drip onto my shoulder.

"It's okay Emily. It'll be okay." I'll catch you Emily. I'll always catch you if I can't make sure you don't fall.

"I'm sorry Naomi. I'm sorry I'm like this."

"Sssh, it's okay, it's not your fault." I patted down her red hair pulling her deeper into my shoulder, trying to make her body relax. Trying to ignore the butterflies that were screaming at the awareness of the contact I was in.

"I just want to be better Naomi. I don't know how to be happy."

I grabbed her shoulders and held her up in front of me.

"Not always. Sometimes you're happy. I can tell."

"But it doesn't stay. I don't know how to make it stay."

"Emily, it takes time to get better. We only left the school a few days ago, you have to give yourself time to heal."

"Okay." She whispered.

"Just let me help you Emily."

"I'll try." She snuggled back into my shoulder gently kissing my neck. I smiled down at her, knowing this was her promising me she wasn't going anywhere. She was going to do her best and she was going to let me help her. It was everything we both needed right now, and I knew just me holding her was giving her at least a little bit of happiness.

"You do make me happy you know Naomi. I just can't control it."

"I know." Almost perfect.

SORRY HAD TO END LIKE THAT. ;D

Look, they live in a crazy-ass factory, at least the emotional-time line has to be a bit realistic. Can't make everything all better all at once. She's opened up to Naomi, told her the problem at least, and now they are one big step forward.

IMPORTANT MESSEGE:

By the way, I noticed reviews have slowed down a lot, I appreciate the ones I'm still getting, but it can't help but make me worry this story is starting to bore people…

Is this moving to slowly? Too quickly? Bored of the people? Bored of the drama? Bored of the activities? PLEASE TELL ME so I can try and make it better if there is a problem.

THANKS SO MUCH.

-Shira