Disclamer&Notes:

Uhg, no matter how much I wish I did, I do not own, claim or take credit for Skins. Just admire, adore and obsess ^^ Like many of you, yes?

Jesus, I won't lie I was shocked when my inbox was flooded with "favourite alerts" and "review alerts" with that last chapter. You guys REALLY made my day. To be honest I wasn't happy at all with that last chapter so I'm glad you guys enjoyed it. Read on and you might be pleasantly surprised to some degree. Oh Alcohol, how we love your sweet nectar and the things you let us do.

This ones slightly longer then the others but come on, I had more to fit in!

Hopefully I didn't dissapoint TOO much. But I didn't want Naomi running in with ALL her "guns a-blaising".


[Naomi]

I get ready for the party and think back over the last few days. I don't understand why I think about her so much. I guess it's because I've never had another girl look at me the way she does. It's fucking uncomfortable, but nice in a way. Not that I'd go for her. I'm not a lesbian, I'm fucking not. It's dick. Lots and lots of dick for me. Always will be. Of course, that's sounds all to funny and now I'm laughing, as if a part of me doesn't believe it.

I have to admit, I did have fun at the coffee house, I wish she didn't look at me though. I hate it when she looks at me. Stupid Emily. She's wasting her time if she wants more than friendship.

Anyway, I should be thinking about this party. Freddie found it. He always finds the parties. I think we have his sister to thank for that. And Effy got me invited, of course. I don't know if it's because of the stuff I can bring or because in a way she's one of my very few friends. Either way, as a budding activist I have to put my face out there, right?

I can still see Cooks face lighting up when I said I got everything and that he'd have to sell some. In fact pretty much everyone seemed to warm to the idea of me going along after that. Emily of course had nothing to say on the matter. Pandora pulled out her usual "Whizzer" line, Effy just smiled at me sideways. Freddie smirked and JJ jumped up and down; cute really. Like a puppy.

And of course Katie had to have her say, "Nice work, I suppose lezzers are good for something." I swear I wanted to hit her. I always want to hit her. Skank.

Uhg, this party, it's in the richest part of town, at least a three hour bus ride out but I don't mind that. I'll catch an earlier bus and be there first, give me a chance to look around. I always did want to live around there, in the prestigious neighbourhoods. Perfect little lawns and political neighbours. Yeah right, like I'd fucking fit in there. Swearing "lezzo" druggo Naomi. I'd get good conversation but that'd be about it.

I kind of want to look nice for this party, I don't know why. Just got a good feeling it'll pay off. Fuck knows why.

I practically dive into my draws. But I already know what I want to wear.

I sprawl my clothes across my bed before giving a final nod. Yup, looks good enough to me. My shirt might be a bit too big for my liking but anyone who doesn't like it can get fucked, baggy is always more comfortable.

Looking at my alarm clock I sigh, time to go, already. Fuck.

I grab my handbag, knowing exactly what lay inside, a good grands worth of green and a small handful of ecstasy. It's not a lot, not as much as I've brought with me in the past, but it's enough to get a good buzz and make some money. I got it for cheap anyway. So I'll make prophet regardless. So long as I have a good time it should hardly matter, should it?

I arrive at the house at least half an hour later than I thought but I've still got a good 40 minutes before everyone else will turn up. Fuck me this is flash.

The lawns are green, perfectly green. No brown patches or scraps flittering around like my neighbourhood. The houses are white too, all finely decorated with elaborate curtains and white picket fences. Fuck me, this is more than I expected. Freddie really knows how to dull down a place when he describes it. I regret coming early now. I look out of place, I FEEL out of place.

There's an elderly women looking at me too, just standing at her fucking mailbox.

I light up a fag and can hear her gasp, muttering something about 'disgusting youth'. I just smile and wave. Old bag.

It's been a bit but now everyone's here. Everyone but the twins that is.

"Where the fuck are those two sex pistols?" Cook asks, I can hear both irritancy and glee in his voice. He knows I won't dish anything out until everyone here and we all know he like looking at the girls, Katie specially. Disgusting.

"Look!" JJ's the first to see those familiar red-heads popping around the corner. For a moment it looks like all we can see is two Katies, then it hits me.

Shit, I never knew Emily had a body. Fuck me she looks good.

I gulp as she walks over, it's obvious she knows we're all looking at her.

"Cor, Cookie likes." He's just saying what we're all thinking. Well... I know I can't help but think it. It's okay though, right? For a girl to think one of her friends looks good. Perfectly normal.

Fuck no it's not. And I know it's not. But for now I won't pay attention to that.

"Cookie can't touch." Shit, it just slips out and I don't know why. I just hated him looking at her like that. I could feel detest towards him bubbling in the pit of my stomach as he ate her with his eyes, practically raping her. I didn't like it. Not one bit. But fucked do I know why. I wish I did. But I've never felt so... so... well I don't even know what I'm feeling.

All I know is Emily looks great, shaggable. If I was a guy of course, or her way inclined. But I'm not. Am I? No. I can't be.

"So, I've got about a grand worth of pot here, and fourteen ecstasies. Let's get selling, and let's get wrecked." I talk to the group, trying to distract myself from the slight tingle I can feel near my waist. But I can't help but smirk Emily. She looks awkward, as if she's dreading this. "We'll work in pairs." I say it on her behalf; I can bet double or nothing that she doesn't know shit about the dealing world. I don't want to lose money after all.

Everyone pairs up. Effy with Pandora, JJ with Cook, and Katie all too happy to cling to Freddie's arm. Just leaves me with Emily. Perfect, someone decent needs to teach her the fucking ropes.

I split everything evenly between everyone and still pull some aside for us later. It's funny watching them all shuffle off to their own corners as the music starts pulsating through the house.

Emily and I have done good and I shove a wad of cash in my handbag. Not bad, rich kids really don't know crap about what something's worth and we managed to con a few of them into over paying.

Fuck I pity this boy's parents. The place is already a mess and it's not even midnight yet.

Sighing I roll a spliff, Emily's watching me. It's making it increasingly hard to focus on what I'm doing when I can feel the warmth of her gaze on my fucking face. But I get it done in the end and light it up, bringing it to my lips and inhaling deeply. I reach out and grab a nearby bottle, god knows what it is but any alcohol is good alcohol. Emily seems to do the same.

It smells like apples and tastes like vodka, strong vodka, but it's too dark to read the label. Fuck it tastes good though. I'll pocket the label for later so I know what to look out for next time I'm buying.

I offer Emily the spliff and she takes it, gently. Guh, her hand brushed across mine and I can feel that tingling feeling again. Pull yourself together Naomi, fuck.

It's clear she's new to this, she puffs pathetically and breaks out in a coughing fit.

I take another gulping swig of my drink and pat her on the back till she stops. She just smiled and whispers, "Thanks."

First word she's said to me tonight.

I feel hot; it's humid in here with everyone dancing. All these people make the big sitting room look smaller. "Come outside." I tug on Emily's arm as she attempts to smoke it again, this time more successfully.

By the time I reach the back porch I can already feel my head clouding and spinning. Fuck I love that feeling.

I sit on the steps and without a word take the spliff from her and inhale again, exhaling slowly after a while and then I take another swig of my drink, finishing it this time. Emily went through hers faster than I did. Fuck me she looks good. No, shut up Naomi, I think to myself.

"You know, they say second hand smoke is worst than first." Emily pipes up again. I envy her voice, it's so... feminine.

"Yeah? Where'd you read that?"

"Common sense." She shrugs.

I raise my eyebrow at her. Brains too. Interesting.

"Well, you exhale carbon dioxide, right. Combine that with the toxins smoking already gives off and you can only imagine how bad it is."

I'm impressed but I don't see the relevance of her comment.

"So," she goes on, obviously certain I have nothing to say. Which I don't. "Wouldn't second hand smoke from a spliff have a different effect then first hand?"

I don't know how to answer her, it's never something I thought of. But fuck me isn't that a good topic? "I suppose, I don't know really." Obviously. It's not like it's something we fucking cover in class now it is?

"Should...Would..." She's stuttering, it's cute. "Would you like to put the theory to test?"

"And how would you propose we do that?" I'm grinning stupidly but I don't know why. It's the drink, I tell myself.

"Well, you take a puff, and then..." She struggles with this last part, I can tell. "You get it near enough for me to take it in." I'm still grinning.

"Are you trying to get me to kiss you Emily Fitch?" I giggle slightly. Since when did I fucking giggle? It's the drink. It's got to be.

She's blushing. I didn't mean to embarrass her, but it's not like anyone can hear us. Everyone's inside dancing or shagging to the rhythm of music.

"You look nice tonight." She's trying to change the subject now.

"No, don't change the topic. Are you trying to get me to kiss you. Yes or no?" I'm intreaged now. "And thanks."

She smiles slightly but refuses to answer my question, she simply drops her chin and apologises.

Fuck I hate that, I feel so bad looking at her. It's like looking into the eyes of a beaten pup and not being able to help it. But I can help her, so to speak. I think I can anyway.

I take another puff, inhaling, and hold my breath this time. My hand reaches out and lands on her cheek. I pull her face closer to mine and our lips meet.

This is new.

Now I exhale, slowly pushing air and smoke from my mouth to hers.

I can feel her eyelashes on my cheekbones. Fuck. There's that tingle again. I'm trying to ignore it but it won't go away.

I'm done blowing into her parted lips but something's forcing me to linger at her mouth a little longer. It's the drink, I tell myself yet again. The fucking drink. And I'll blame it on the drink in the morning. After all, we all do stupid things when intoxicated, right? Just look at Cook and Effy.

I feel her breathing through her nose, her mouths too preoccupied. With my own, that's what surprises me the most. I'm letting this happen. Why the fuck am I letting this happen? I'm not a lez, I'm not even bi.

But I like this. The softness of her lips.

I let my tongue dart into her mouth slowly and meet her own. It feels like I've been fucking electrocuted. But I can't control myself. I don't want this kiss to end. But at the same time I do.

I can't help but groan a little.

Maybe I am gay, maybe. Just a little bit.

Emily snaps back, smiling uncontrollably. Why the fuck did she have to stop.

We can hear voices, people approaching, or more like running. And sirens.

"Come on you lot." It's Freddie. "Parties been pigged."

He pushes us as we hear voices of authority at the front door, "We've had reports...is that marijuana we smell?"

Fuck it. Police, always spoiling everything.

And now we're running, all of us as a group, cascading down the street with smiles on our faces and throwing laughs in the air.

It's apparent I'm not the only one who had a good time tonight. And now I realise, Emily's fingers are entwined with mine.

Fuck it, I like holding her hand.