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?

Frick. Shoot. Bother. And Balls. Forgive me for this taking soo damn long guys. Life has been far from favourable for me lately and I just completely lost my enthusiasm for literally everything.

I go back to school soon too so I'm hoping to pick up some inspiration there. Fingers crossed the next few don't take so long.

[Naomi]

Sleeping. I know I'm sleeping. I know where I am too. I can vividly remember stumbling through Cooks door and crashing to the floor in a pile of laughter with everyone else. But now I'm sleeping. Sleeping and dreaming. Fuck I hate dreaming. I hate sleeping too for that matter. Wasting daylight and time. I could be planning another night on the piss right now. But no. Instead I'm sleeping, on the floor with fuck knows who next to me.

"Mmmmm." I moan, I know it's outloud but I can help it, I mean, I'm fucking asleep aren't I? Wake up Naomi, wake the fuck up. Not working. This is frustrating. But why am I smiling?

I can see images flickering through my mind. Part of my brain knows what story they're playing out, the words are there, it just doesn't make sense to my conscious what so ever. Emily's there. In my head. Like normal. Bitch. Why can't she get out?

I can feel someone touch me. I can't tell if it's in my dream or not though. Still, I lay, sleeping. Just fucking sleeping. I mumble some words, chuckle really, but even I can't make them out. And again, I mumble, this time I can feel the crap blanket moving over me as I pull it over my head.

I can hear voices, a few of them. But I'm too tired. Too influenced by a concoction of alcohol and drugs. Still. Uhg, I hate the morning after buzz when you hit it hard. Nothing makes sense. I know I know those voices, but their names are just a blur let alone faces. Only Emily's is clear. What the hell is with that girl?

The voices are growing louder. I can feel my eyes fluttering open. Thank fuck. It's like coming conscious from a coma or some shit like that. "Some people are trying to sleep, you know that right?" I prop myself up on my elbows, "prats." Emily laughs. I still like that laugh.

"Breakfast anyone?" Freddie pops his head around the corner, waving a pan in the air and completely oblivious of what just happened.

"Fuck yes." I throw my hands in the air. I love Freddies breakfasts. The very few times I've had them they never failed me, despite how fucking simple they are.

Emily says something but I'm not listening. Not even paying attention really. Not until she sits with me again. Fuck it, she had to sit with me. My guts urging me to do something. Touch her in some way or form. I procrastinate the idea of course, her hands are always so inviting to hold. But no, I can't do that. I'm not gay.

Half an hour later and we're all crowded in the small lounge, with the exception of Cook who's still asleep in bed, typical. Anyway, we're all here; Katie, Pandora, JJ and Effy crammed on the couch tightly and the rest of us sitting on the floor; each with beans on toast.

Emily looks at me and I can't help but erupt with laughter. Shit. She's got sauce on her face. I reach out a rub it away seeing as she can't see it there. Why let it go to waste? I lick it off my thumb, not really thinking anything of the action.

"I think I just lost my appetite." Trust Katie to talk crap. Can't she ever just let me be?

"Really? I'm starved, mind if I eat you?" it's the first thing that I can think of and I touch Katie's leg, extra effect of course. Even JJ laughs as Katie retreats further into her corner shouting "get the fuck off me you creep."

I think we've all come to terms with the fact that Katie will never accept me, but I know everyone else doesn't care anymore. We all know the truth; Katie just needs to accept it.

Cook's up now and he comes out of his room in nothing but jocks. For a guy he's not too shabby, so long as you only look between his waist and shoulders. Rubbing the back of his head he limply points to Emily and I, "you two looked fucking cosy at that party last night."

"What?" Emily and I speak in unison. I can't remember if any more than that kiss happened. Please god tell me it was only a kiss.

"On the deck, I saw you. Don't lie Naomi-kins." He teases, surely he's bluffing.

"Must've been someone else." I shrug but wink at Emily; I'd feel guilty if I let her think it meant nothing to me. Which it didn't of course, I mean, I'm not gay. It was just the drink.

"Whatever. Now, give Cookie some food." He speaks loudly, I wish he's shut up, my head hurts. But he heads into the kitchen only to return with a fork and the near empty bean can, "So, what's the fucking plan for today?"

We all just look around blankly.

"What? No fucking plans?" Cook asks again. "You're telling me you're just going to do fuck all at my house all day?"

Katie laughs. I hate her laugh. It's soo cold and scrutinising, not at all like Emily's. "This dump? No thanks. I'm waiting for Emily then we're going shopping and out for lunch. Aren't we Emily?"

Uhg, shopping. Yes yes, Katie always was the materialistic type.

"Actually." Emily speaks up, "I was going to see if Naomi wanted to catch coffee with me." She smiles at me, Katie glairs and everyone else looks to me expectantly.

"Sure." I shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of it. We're only going as friends, right? I mean. Friends have coffee, right? I know they do.

Emily smiles "Awesome."

"Fuck you, lezzer." Katie gets up and stomps out the front door.

"I'm not a bloody lezzer!" I yell after her but I doubt she listened.

"I beg to differ." Cook talks with his mouth full. Disgusting.