Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 12

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

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

Summary: How could one person possibly have mood swings as much as Naomi had?

A/N: Next chap ^^ Hope you all like it. Comments and reviews would greatly be appreciated.

Emily woke up with a very sullen mood and feet that were fucking aching from all the walk she had done last night. She slowly sat upright and stooped a tad bit to reach for her legs, massaging them gently as she let out a soft groan. She glanced at the wall clock and found that it was way past seven in the morning, quite wondering why Naomi hadn't badgered her to wake up and make breakfast. Though Emily felt her anger fueling again at the thought of the blonde's name, remembering what she did to her last night.

"Serves her right." She murmured to herself. "I won't make any dinner for her either."

She slowly stood up, wincing a little at the sudden surge of ache rushing through the muscles on both her legs. She was pretty sure she'd have a hard time cleaning today. She walked over to her bedside table, which was fairly ironic because she had no bed just a sleeping bag, spotting a white envelope on top. Emily grabbed the envelope and opened it, revealing a plane ticket and a folded note. She took the note and unfolded it as she read the scribbled letters out loud.

Em,

We're leaving tomorrow so pack your bags by tonight.

xx

The note had no name of the sender, yet she knew right away from who it was. Wouldn't take a genius to work it out. She placed the note back to the envelope and took out the plane ticket, her eyes circling wide when she saw where they were heading to.

Barcelona, Spain.

Oh my God.

Emily had to stifle her squeal as she clutched the ticket on her hand, her excitement overwhelming her thoughts. Barcelona had always been a blinking dream to her. She pursed her lips and folded her arms over her chest, thinking. She needed to get a grip and constantly reminded herself that she was still mad at Naomi, angry about what she did to her. That was definitely unforgivable. She carefully placed the ticket back and hid the envelope on the drawer, almost running down stairs at the sound of the doorbell ringing, if only her legs weren't badly aching. She opened the door and was greeted by three girls, who appeared to be house cleaners, and Clark.

"Good morning Miss Emily."

"Erm, hey Clark." She greeted back. "Am I up to visit Gina today?"

Clark let out a small chuckle. "No. But I'm here to drive for you."

Emily's forehead folded in a crease. "Drive for me?" She asked in confusion. "Where?"

"To the spa."

"Spa?" Emily blurted out. "But I'm not going to the spa."

"Naomi told me you were. Apparently, you're scheduled to be there at around nine." Clark answered with a smile and glanced at his wristwatch.

"But, but I'm supposed to be cleaning the house."

"They'd be doing the cleaning." The chauffeur motioned to the three ladies standing beside him.

"Erm, right." She replied, scratching her head. She opened the door widely to let the four in and led them to the couch. "Would you like something to drink?"

Clark shook his head. "Don't mind us. I'll just wait for you here until you're ready."

Emily answered with a nod and headed upstairs to clean up and prepare. She slid under the showers, the warm water instantaneously soothing her as they spattered against her skin. She could feel the throbbing muscles on her legs calm a little under the warmness that was filling her whole body. It felt so relaxing that she would've opted to stay in the shower for a much longer time, if only it didn't cross her mind that someone was waiting for her downstairs. Grabbing the towel, she wrapped it around her and ran to her room to get dressed and fix her hair. It took her a good forty minutes to finish, running down the stairs as soon as she was done.

"Oh, you're ready then." Clark said and he stood up.

Emily nodded sheepishly, feeling a little shy for making the good man wait. In turn, Clark offered his friendly smile and escorted the red head to the limousine, driving away to head to the spa. Upon arriving, Emily was quickly ushered by the female attendants, having been asked for her name.

"Would you like to tell your chauffer to come back instead of waiting for you?" One of the attendants asked.

"Why?" The red head replied.

"Because you were scheduled for almost every service the spa could offer. It might take you the whole day."

Emily's mouth flew open. "I was?"

The attendant nodded. "I take it you didn't know?"

"Erm, yeah. I kind of had no idea."

"Well, this might be a surprise from your girlfriend then." The kind attendant replied, smiling wide.

Emily bit her lip, lowering her head a little as she tried to hide the sudden blush that was spreading across her cheeks. Yet, she could feel herself smiling. Sometimes, she just couldn't get Naomi.

What a nice way to make up though.

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It was nearly six in the evening by the time Emily had gotten home, seemingly pleased with the relaxing feeling the spa treatment had given to her. On her way to her room, she spotted Naomi, lazily sitting on the couch and constantly flicking on the channels like she wasn't really into what she was watching. She bit her lip, stifling the grin that she had been wearing.

"Had dinner yet?" She called out.

Naomi turned her head and looked at Emily. "No." She replied nonchalantly.

"I'll just go get changed and then I'll make dinner."

"Yeah, whatever."

Emily huffed and rolled her eyes as she went upstairs, thinking how could one person possibly have mood swings as much as Naomi had. That's just weird. Maybe Naomi had some kind of disorder or something. She laughed at the thought, which didn't really seem impossible to happen, at least for her. After changing into a pair of boy shorts and a loose shirt, she hurried back and busied herself in the kitchen.

"What do you wanna eat?" She asked, her head popping out from the threshold.

"Anything." Naomi replied, eyes glued to the telly. "S'long as its edible."

Emily chuffed out, looking like a fish as her mouth opened and closed. "Who gives an answer like that?" She mumbled to herself as she rummaged on the fridge, searching for something good to eat. "Fuck's sake." She blurted out. "Naomi!"

"What now?" The blonde answered from the living room.

"Could you just call for pizza delivery or something? We're out of anything good." Emily heard no reply. She rolled her eyes and popped her head out of the threshold once more, a smile crawling in her lips upon seeing Naomi dialing on the phone. She headed over the living room and dropped herself on the couch beside the blonde.

"What did you order then?" She asked as soon as Naomi hung up.

"Pizza."

Okay, Naomi wasn't up for small talks. "Hey, thanks for the spa treatment today." She replied instead.

"It's nothing." Naomi answered nonchalantly.

Yep, not up for small talks. Emily busied herself on the telly instead while they both waited for the pizza to arrive.

"Got your bags ready then?" It was Naomi. Well, that was a first.

"Shit." The red head blurted out, her eyes circling wide. "Not yet." She sprang up to her feet and was quickly leaving when she felt a strong tug on her hand, which sent her sitting back on the couch. She turned her head and eyed her wrist, Naomi's fingers circled around it.

"Packing's done." Naomi stated.

"How?"

"I asked somebody to pack for you. Figured you might come home late."

"Oh, right." Emily replied. "Thanks."

Disorder theory, plus ten points.

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Barcelona was indescribable, even at night.

The first time she laid her eyes on the city, and that was when she was still inside the first class plane, Emily had wanted to scream. If only Naomi hadn't been giving her a look that said "don't fucking embarrass me", she would've probably done it. Maybe, she would've done something more, like running around the plane with hands in the air and screaming like crazy. That's how excited she was. Yet, instead, she just bounced on her seat, letting out strangled squeals and giggles as she waited for the plane to come to a full stop.

"Jesus Emily!" Naomi hissed. "Stop bouncing yeah?"

"I can't help it." She replied. "I'm excited."

Naomi covered her face with her hand and let out a soft groan. They weren't even there yet. What more if Emily saw the places they were supposed to be going to?

Dear lord.

She might need to bring a straight jacket along with her, for the red head's sake.

Emily quickly unbuckled her safety belt as soon as the plane had taken its full stop, bolting straight up from her seat to retrieve her bag from the cabin. As she got to the aisle, she felt a smooth hand slipping alongside hers, their fingers intertwining together. She snapped her head up, her puzzled eyes falling on Naomi who was standing beside her. As if she was able to read the question from the red head's gaze, Naomi lifted her free hand and pointed past the plane windows and to the airport's glass walls. Emily turned to see and snorted out loud at the sight of the flock of people with cameras in their hands, whom she guessed were reporters nonetheless, seemingly waiting for their arrival. That moment, she understood why Naomi held her hand, not that she was hoping for another reason. (She was kind of hoping, but utter denial of that thought was involved.) She tried not to flinch as she felt that familiar sensation Naomi's touch was giving her ran down through her spine. They both took deep breaths at the same time, preparing themselves as if they were going inside a lion's den rather than the airport.

Dazzling lights was what welcomed the two girls once they got in, something that Emily still wasn't used to. The constant click of cameras were starting to sound annoying to her ears, as well as the same set of questions thrown at them as they passed by. This led her to wondering if Naomi thought the same, and somehow felt a trifle of compassion towards the blonde, seeing how hard it is for her to deal with the limelight.

"Don't forget to smile." Naomi's hot breath against her ear broke Emily's reverie. "You're supposed to look happy."

It took Emily seconds before she could process what Naomi was saying, the feel of the blonde's hot breath lingering in her skin. She took a swallow before forcing herself to smile. This would take some getting used to.

If this was what was waiting for them in Spain, how the fuck was Emily supposed to enjoy? But then maybe, she just spoke too soon.