Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 4

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.

Summary: Things are just unpredictable.

A/N: We're almost near the interesting part :D Please review on your way out, if you can :)

"You and Cook are dead meat when I see you."

Katie played the voicemail a couple of times more before turning to Cook, her face creased with worry. "That was Emily."

Cook's head snapped up at the mere mention of the younger twin's name. "What did she say?"

"We're dead meat when she sees us." Katie barely whispered, her free hand quickly flying to her tummy. "I think she found out that we lied about the promo."

Cook rushed to Katie's side, seeing his girlfriend's face turning pale. "Hey. Stop worrying yeah?" He whispered in Katie's ear, brushing her fringe away from her eyes as he gently rubbed her back. "It's bad for you and the baby when you worry too much."

"We should've just told her Cook." Katie replied, meeting her boyfriend's eyes. "She'd help us. There's no way she wouldn't."

"But we don't want to add anymore burden to Emily." Cook countered. "She's had enough."

"Still, we should've not lied. Sending her to Paris just so we could sell her house." Katie settled on Cook's neck. "And now, we're hiding from her. I'm the worst twin ever."

Cook leaned in to kiss the top of Katie's hair. "Shhh, babe, don't cry. If you cry, the baby will cry too."

"I feel like a fucking horrible person right now." Katie muttered in between her sniffs. "There's nowhere for her to stay."

"Emily will understand. She'll be mad, but she'll definitely understand."

O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O+O

Naomi had been inside her car for God knows how long now, yet she couldn't muster all the confidence to step out and approach the brunette girl who was busy going back and forth around the shop, fixing things. A small smile crept on Naomi's lips, seeing the other girl by the glass window smile contentedly as she smoothed a hanged top. The blonde had been watching her for hours. In fact, as soon as her plane landed in England, this was the first place she headed to. She tipped her head up, breathing several deep breaths before finally deciding to step out of her car. She quietly entered the shop, stopping a few steps away from the brunette who had her back turned from Naomi. She cleared her throat, patiently waiting for the brunette to turn around, her heart pounding out loud.

"Naomi."

"Hey Ef."

"Back so soon?" The brunette asked, the corner of her lips curling up into a classy smirk.

Naomi answered with a warm smile. "Yeah. Figured, I'd stay here for a while."

"Good." Effy replied. "How was Paris?"

"It was nice. Romantic." Naomi scoffed. Better if you were there, she wanted to add but eventually stopped herself from blurting out.

Effy snorted. "You know what's romantic now?"

"I learned a few things." Naomi shrugged. "I, uhm, I talked to Freddie." She didn't miss the sudden glint mirrored by Effy's piercing blue eyes, that abrupt sharp intake of breath at the sound of Freddie's name. She would never ever miss that. She had been best friends with Freddie and Effy for ten long years. She knew the brunette inside and out.

"Oh." Was all that Effy could come up with.

"He says he misses you." The glittering sparkle evident in Effy's eyes brought a thousand pangs of jealousy to Naomi, making her heart clench tight. She averted her gaze, looking out the window to somehow lessen the pain that was consuming her. She bit her lip, probably too hard because she could taste blood on the tip of her tongue. She heard Effy scoff.

"Why didn't he call me then?"

Naomi snapped her head towards Effy's direction. "He's probably busy. You know, too many things he wants to do. All of them at the same-" The blonde was broken off by the noisy clattering of the door chimes, the sight of the new comer clenching her heart tighter, so much tighter that she felt like choking.

"Effy!" Freddie shouted.

Naomi's gaze flickered to the brunette, the surprised yet beaming look on Effy's face killing her. Suddenly, it was all too much for her that she just wanted to run away, especially when Effy ran and enveloped Freddie into a hug while she had got the lamest fucking welcome ever. She painfully watched the exchange of grand welcomes, her gaze staying at Effy's beaming face. She cursed herself for staring too long, for torturing herself more. Sometimes, she could just be so stupid.

"Naomi."

She watched as Freddie made his way to her, his arms circling around her shoulders. She smiled at him, shoving the thoughts of pushing him away and hitting him in the face. She had no reason and definitely no right to. Effy wasn't hers. Fucking hell, why must the truth hurt most of the time?

"You ladies free? I haven't had lunch yet."

"Sure." Effy answered instantaneously. "Naomi, you're coming right?"

"Erm, yeah sure." She had no idea where her answer even came from. All she knew was that she'll waste no time to be with Effy, seeing Freddie as someone of competition for some reason.

The ride to their favorite place was uncomfortably quiet, though Naomi was pretty glad that Effy had chosen to take the ride with her. She racked her brains hard for any kind of small talk she could think of, yet, every time she tried opening her mouth to speak, she would find herself pressing her lips in a tight line instead, unable to articulate whatever was on her mind. Effy, on the other hand chose to fix her gaze on the window instead, her eyes occasionally flickering to the rear view mirror to check on Freddie's car which was trailing behind them. This made the ride unbearably painful to the blonde, her mind battling between stopping the car and dropping Effy off or ignoring the obvious. It would seem that she chose the latter instead. Upon arriving at the place, to which the blonde was very thankful of, she braced herself for more painful moments that she could possibly witness as they settled on the table and had their orders taken. She watched the gleeful conversation between Effy and Freddie while she chose to keep quiet, living up to being the third wheel among them three.

"Listen Naomi." The blonde jumped as Freddie suddenly called her out, breaking her reverie.

"Yeah?"

"When I was in Paris, I met this really funny girl."

Naomi's eyes instantly flickered on Effy's direction, gauging the brunette's reaction. To her relief, Effy remained nonchalant and stoic, hiding the hurt and disappointment in her face. She was pretty thankful to Effy's reaction because she was entirely sure that seeing the pain in Effy's face would totally break her apart, break her resolve. Her eyes then fell back to Freddie, who had this excited look on his face. "Oh, really?" She replied. "Where did you meet her?"

"At the hotel. She's really amazing." Freddie stated. "Her name's Emily. Emily Fitch."

The name struck a certain memory on Naomi's whirling thoughts. "You're dating her right?"

Freddie shook his head. "No. I'm not." He chortled. "I just met her. Bumped into her when I was leaving the hotel. You know, after I paid you a visit."

Naomi let out an exasperated sigh, her nostrils flaring as realization hit her. That pestering girl fucking lied to her. And she, being the ultimate fucking fool, believed the red head's perfectly constructed lie. She felt her teeth gritting, unaware of the worried and flustered looks Freddie and Effy was throwing her.

"Naomi, are you alright?" Freddie spoke.

"You really aren't dating her?" She asked instead.

"No. I'm not. I swear." He answered. "Why? Do you know her?"

"No. I don't." She lied, thinking of protecting her pride. She couldn't let anybody know that somebody had just made a fool out of her. Besides, this thing was between her and Emily. Just the two of them. "I was just asking." She stood up and reached for her bag. "I think I've got to go."

"But Naomi, we've just had our order." Effy protested.

"I just have to fix some things." She said before storming out of the restaurant, leaving her two companions flustered.

On the bright side, she had to thank Emily for momentarily distracting her and pulling her out of the pain filled hole she dug herself into.

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Emily skipped her way to her house, basking at the relief that settled on her stomach. She was just happy to be home at last, safe from the high cost of living Paris had and the unfamiliarity of it. For once, she was pleased to hear the ear piercing honks coming from the cars and buses passing by the main road, which used to annoy the fuck out of her. Reaching the gates, she dropped her bag and hooked her hand between the metal bars and flicked the lock. She gleefully dragged her bag along with her as she scrambled on her feet, for she can't wait to feel the comfort of her bed, only to be greeted by a newly decorated house, the interior and stuff entirely different, sending her in a state of shock. She slowly stepped in, still amazed by her house's sudden transformation, racking her brains hard and searching for reasons of how something like this could happen. Surely it wasn't Katie and Cook's doing, where the fuck would they get the money to pay for everything. She let her fingertips brush on the brand new stylish couch now placed on the living room, the softness and smoothness of it making her giggle uncontrollably. She could feel her heart frantically pounding on her chest, like it wanted to burst out. Maybe she had won another contest, but that would be impossible because she hadn't signed up for anything. Right! Maybe she was in this reality show where people get to be fooled, tricked into believing something that was entirely untrue. Maybe that's why Katie and Cook had sent her to Paris. She broke into another fit of giggles at the thought. Maybe the people were waiting for her in her room, ready to surprise her and welcome her to whatever bloody show she was at. She sprinted up to her room, leaving her phone that had started to ring incessantly, and burst to the door, only to find it totally empty, except for another suitcase lying on the middle with a white envelope on top of it. She grabbed the letter and tore it open with her nimble fingers.

Emily,

I want you to know that we're awfully sorry that we had to do this. Cook and I, especially me. I know how important this house is to you because it's important to me too, but we were left with no choice. I'm having a baby and we can't afford it. Even if Cook and I could manage to find jobs, we still can't afford living on our own. Selling the house and everything was the only solution we could think of. We badly need the money Em. Believe me, it was the fucking hardest thing I had to do.

I know you'd be so mad at me after you read this letter. Still, I want you to know that I'm really, really sorry. We are.

I love you Emily.

Katie

P.S. There's a picture of the ultrasound, in case you want to see your future niece/nephew.

Emily read the letter twice, the small piece of paper shaking in her hands, her tears dropping on the thin sheet. She could feel her knees wobbling until they finally gave up as she dropped on the floor, the weak feeling surging within her. She thought about how Katie could do this to her, of all people, Katie who was her fucking twin. She would probably understand if it was Cook, but it wasn't. It was Katie. She felt utterly betrayed that she scrunched the letter on her hand, imagining it was Cook's neck she was strangling. She was pretty sure it was that fucking boy that gave her twin the silly idea, making her hate Cook more than anything else in this world. She spent a few minutes, though it felt like hours to her, before heaving herself up and dragging the suitcase downstairs. She headed to the front door, sitting on the stair steps while she looked at the captured image of Katie's ultrasound. For some reason, the picture lifted her mood a tad bit, she was happy to have an addition to the family but she was in no mood for celebrating at all. She buckled her knees, pressing her forehead against them as she broke into another set of tears. Where the hell was she going to stay for the night?

The sudden opening of the gate interrupted her thoughts, her head snapping up to see who just came in. Her eyes grew wide with shock and surprise at the sight. It would seem that the new comer had the same exact reaction.

"You!" Naomi cried out. "What are you doing in my house?"

"You?" Emily blurted out in disbelief. Of all people who could possibly bought the house, why her?

Life was just so unpredictable.