Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 20

Author: kreia03

Rating: M

Warnings: Some swear words.

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

Summary: "They met each other's eyes, that familiar glint dancing on both the pristine blue and the chocolate brown pairs, yet like almost always, Naomi would break her hold when it all became too much for her to grasp."

A/N: Thanks for the lovely comments! More Naomily for you guys! XD

"Em?" Naomi called out, her head popping out of the threshold. "What are you doing?"

The red head, who was squatting down and had her back turned from Naomi, peered over her shoulder. She smiled upon seeing the blonde's face. "Gardening." She answered. "You wanna see?"

Naomi's lips curled up to the side as she stepped out of the door and walked towards Emily, crouching down beside the red head as well, her hands propped against her knees. She watched the red head turn her attention back to digging the soil, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead with the back of her hand, causing her to smudge some dirt into it.

"Erm, Em." She called out again, motioning to Emily with her hand, that she had something on her forehead. "You got-"

"What?" The red head lifted her gaze and asked with a confused look on her face.

Naomi sighed. "Never mind. I'll do it." She reached out to wipe the dirt off Emily's forehead, making the red head blush, her cheeks turning bright red all at once, which Naomi found absolutely adorable.

"Thanks." Emily softly mumbled, gnawing on her bottom lip.

They met each other's eyes, that familiar glint dancing on both the pristine blue and the chocolate brown pairs, yet like almost always, Naomi would break her hold when it all became too much for her to grasp. She'd pull away when she'd feel that she's getting too lost in Emily's eyes, afraid that she could never resurface and come back to reality. For looking into Emily's innocent eyes was like looking into perfection, the perfect escape from all the harshness brought by reality. It's in Emily's eyes that all things surrounding her become pure and beautiful. And Naomi didn't want to get used to it, because in three months, all of this would be over. She averted her gaze and pressed her lips in a tight line, yet she could feel Emily's eyes boring into her, reading her. They fell in silence for a while, her watching the flowers absentmindedly, Emily fidgeting with the handle of the shovel she was holding. The silence became unbearable that she had to clear her throat just to break free from it.

"What's your favorite flower?" She asked.

It took a short moment before Emily could answer, Naomi's question registering in her mind a few seconds later than usual. "Uhm, lilies." She mumbled.

The blonde's head quickly turned to face Emily. "Really?" She asked in disbelief, her brow arching up. "Not roses?"

Emily softly shook her head. "Actually, I'm allergic to roses. I can't stop sneezing if I smell one." She chuckled while a light blush formed in her cheeks out of embarrassment. "Besides, I think lilies are prettier."

"Lilies are indeed pretty." Naomi nodded her head, picking up the small rake lying on the ground and toying with it, lazily scraping the soil beneath her.

"What about you?" It was Emily.

"Hmm?"

"What's your favorite flower?"

Naomi snorted, to Emily's surprise. "I never liked flowers."

"Why not?" Emily's forehead crumpled.

"I'm not sure." The blonde shrugged. "I just don't." She looked around the garden, her eyes passing by the countless flowers planted to the ground. There were daisies, daffodils, sweet alyssums, dahlias, dandelions and lilies, all of them set into various spots of the huge flower garden. She wondered how Emily managed to do it, grow such a nice looking garden, what with all the things she had to carry out each day, like cleaning the house and many others. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"This?" Naomi gestured her hand towards the vast flower garden.

Emily smiled, feeling smug. "I've got lots of free time."

"You're shitting me right?" The blonde asked, her eyes squinting.

The red head fell into a soft snigger. "I guess when you love to do something, you'll always have time for it."

"True." The blonde replied, her lips curling up into a smile. "That one's pretty." She lifted her hand, pointing towards a well blossomed red dahlia near them.

"Oh, that one's my favorite, aside from the lilies." Emily grinned. "Her name's Katie."

Naomi's head snapped sideways, throwing an incredulous look towards the red head. "You name your flowers?" She grimaced.

Emily nodded exceedingly, eyeing the blonde with a skeptical look, like naming flowers was a weird thing to do. "Yeah, why?"

Naomi snorted out loud. "Really Em?"

"No shit." The red head answered truthfully. "I name them after people that they remind me of." She explained. "Like that red one." She pointed. "It reminds me of Katie's hair. See, the shade's almost the same."

"Oh right." Naomi answered, biting her lip to stifle her upcoming laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Emily pouted.

"No, I'm not." The blonde shook her head, trying to keep a straight face but was utterly failing. She could see Emily frowning at her, the red head's lower lip fully thrusting out. "I'm just, erm, I mean, I haven't met anybody who names their plants."

"They're not plants, they're flowers." Emily retorted, her once happy mood changing into sullen and fast.

Naomi rolled her eyes. "What's the difference?"

"If you're just going to laugh at me, just go inside." The red head spat out, returning her attention back to the soil, digging it with much force due to her rising anger.

Naomi observed Emily work for a minute, peering from under her lids as she gauged the red head's mood. She felt a fresh pang of guilt rising on her chest when she saw Emily's lips pursed, her eyebrows running along a straight line as she frowned. She pressed her lips in a tight line, chewing on the bottom lip when Emily turned her back completely from her, ignoring her altogether. She paused for a moment before slowly reaching out, tugging the hem of Emily's sleeve. The red head jerked her arm, pulling her sleeve away from Naomi's hold. But the blonde didn't give up. She reached out again, tugging on the sleeve once more. "Hey Em." She called out. "I wasn't laughing. I swear."

"Whatever Naomi." Emily retorted, not bothering to throw even a single glance.

"Come on Em." Naomi tugged again. "Don't be mad."

No response. And she just couldn't take it.

"I wanna meet them." She blurted out, desperate for Emily's attention. "Who's that-" She scanned the whole garden, trying to find the prettiest flower in her eyes. "That, that one!" She exclaimed, jiggling her forefinger as she pointed to a certain dandelion. She threw sideway glances to the red head, surreptitiously praying that she could catch her attention. "What's its name?"

Emily lifted her head to see what she was talking about.

It worked. Epic win.

"I'm not gonna tell you."

Naomi's ear to ear grin dropped into a lopsided frown upon hearing Emily's retort. Her mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish's, as she searched for something to say. "B-but, I wanna know its name."

"Go ask it then." Emily replied sullenly.

"But it's a fucking plant Em." The blonde grimaced. "It's never going to answer back."

"It's not my fucking problem whether it answers or not. You're the one who wants to know." The red head spat back. "And it's a flower not a plant for fuck's sake."

Naomi blew out an exasperated breath and closed her eyes, her fingers rubbing the smooth skin of her temple. She kept her mouth shut, knowing that another word she'd utter would just piss Emily off more at this rate. She stood up instead and quietly walked away from the red head, her quick steps taking her back to the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge, taking out the bottle of mango juice, a pack of M&M's, and a plateful of brownies she found. She placed them on the kitchen counter and took out a glass, pouring some juice onto it. She tore the chocolate pack open and fished them out one by one as she carefully arranged the pieces on top of the brownies, until they formed the word she had been meaning to spell out.

Sorry.

She rubbed her hands together and smiled at the sight of her brilliant work, feeling smug.

Take that Rachel Ray.

Placing the glass of mango juice and the plate of brownies on a tray, she took a deep breath before heading out to the garden once more. She cleared her throat and called Emily's name, waiting patiently for the red head to stand up and turn around.

If this wouldn't work, she swore she'd smash her precious Ferrari against a lamp post.

Her grip on the tray tightened as she watched Emily spin on her heels. She bit her bottom lip and stretched her hands out, handing the tray over the red head.

"What's that?" Emily asked, eyeing the tray.

"Just eat it."

Emily rolled her eyes and took the tray, her eyes circling wide when she saw the brownies and read the little note. She lifted her gaze and stared at the blushing blonde, whose eyes were falling everywhere except at her. "JJ." She spoke. "The dandelion's name is JJ."

Naomi brought her eyes towards a now smirking Emily and let out a small smile in return. She inched closer, so that they were no more than an inch apart, and stood beside the red head. They both sat down and crossed their feet, Emily removing her gardening gloves to pick up a brownie. "Why's it named JJ?"

"Because it reminds me of his hair too. You know, bushy." The red head snickered, her contagious giggle getting Naomi as well. She pointed out other flowers once their laughter died down, the daffodils being her mum's favorite, the daisies in which James picked to give to a girl he liked, and the sweet alyssums that her dad once mistook for another kind of flower and gave her a fit when she tried to correct him.

"What about Cook?" Naomi asked.

"I don't want to plant a Venus flytrap on my garden." Emily replied, causing another fit of roaring laughter between them.

"And the lilies? What'd you name them?" Naomi didn't miss the blush that had suddenly spread across the red head's cheek as soon as she asked. She wondered why it took quite a while before Emily could answer, her question seemingly catching the smaller girl off guard. "Well?" She asked, giving Emily a light nudge.

"Nai-nai." Emily softly mumbled that the blonde wasn't able to hear it.

"Sorry?"

"Nai-nai." She repeated, not being able to look Naomi in the eye.

"Nai-nai?" Naomi blurted out. "What kind of name is that?" She snorted out loud. "Sounds like a horse's name."

Emily lifted her head and threw an annoyed look towards the blonde who was howling with laughter beside her. "I actually got it from your name." She spat out, covering her mouth not long after as soon as she realized what she had just said.

Naomi stopped laughing all of a sudden, her eyes growing wide in surprise. "What did you say?"

"I got it from your name." Emily murmured almost inaudibly, her face getting redder as she spoke.

"You named it after me?" The blonde asked, watching the red head slowly nod in answer. She was dumbfounded for a moment, totally surprised by what she had just heard, her mind working things out at the same time.

Emily's favorite was lilies, and the lilies in Emily's garden were named after her.

Oh my dear Lord.

"Do I look like a bloody horse to you?" She blurted out instead, ignoring the musings her mind was dwelling at. She didn't want to think, didn't want to overanalyze things. It's giving her a fucking headache.

The red head frowned at Naomi, her lips pursing. "It doesn't even sound like a horse's name!" She retorted.

"Yes it does!" Naomi shuffled on her sitting position to get a better look at Emily. "It sounds like that bloody noise horses make."

"Hey! It took me a while to think of that name!"

"Why am I not surprised?" The blonde rolled her eyes. "It took you a while, but still you couldn't come up with a better name."

Emily took the tray and angrily shoved it back to Naomi before standing up, the mango juice spilling out a little bit from the force. She turned around and marched towards the kitchen. She was fuming with such anger that she missed the puddle before her, slipping down to it as she took another step, and she ended up covered with mud. She could feel her teeth gnashing together when she heard Naomi bursting into another fit of howling laughter. She let out a muffled scream before heaving herself up, only to land flat on her bum as she slipped again, causing Naomi to crack up all the way. She peered over her shoulder and threw a heated glance towards the blonde, who didn't notice it at first as she was still laughing out loud, her hand draped over her tummy and her fist pumping against the ground. "Shut up." She shouted with a glare.

Naomi slowed down and calmed herself, letting her laughter die down before springing up to her feet. She bit her lip, stifling another round of laughter as she walked towards Emily, holding out her hand for the red head to take. "Come on, let's get you up."

"I don't need your help." Emily spoke exasperatedly.

The blonde watched in amusement as Emily angrily wiped the smears of mud from her fingers and her clothes, but instead of being mud free, she only added more smudges in them. She pressed her lips on a tight line and struggled to keep a straight face, not wanting to push the red head over the edge. She sighed and smiled before sitting down beside Emily, smudging mud on herself as well.

"What are you doing?" The red head grimaced as she looked at Naomi, silently agreeing with the thought running in her head. She was indeed the strangest person in the world.

The blonde shrugged. "Being fair." She replied casually, her eyes spotting some mud on Emily's cheek. "Oh, you got mud on your face." She motioned her hand and patted her own cheek, not noticing that her fingers were now already covered with mud as well.

Emily giggled upon seeing Naomi pull a face when the blonde realized that she had smudged some mud on her cheek too. She lifted her hand and let her fingers brush along Naomi's cheek, adding more mud in them. "Oops."

"Hey!" The blonde cried out, doing the same to Emily.

They took turns on putting mud onto each other's faces that they ended up almost covered by it, laughing each and every time they get smudged on. They met each other's eyes, eventually stopping, their hands slowly dropping down to their sides. Naomi's mind started to spin, her thoughts swirling inside as she continued to stare at Emily's own pair, basking at the feeling of delight when she saw that familiar sparkle dancing in them. That sparkle that she never saw when Emily looks at someone else, that sparkle that was just for her. Her thoughts spun even faster, turning into a giant whirlpool of blurred words, images, scenes and sounds.

Brunette. Red head. Blue. Brown. Playground. Lilies. Nai-nai. Emily.

She could feel herself slowly leaning in, her breath turning into quick and short huffs, her eyes never leaving Emily's brown ones, never breaking her hold for the first time. She felt her heart beating loudly under her chest, her blood pulsating wildly in her veins. She could feel Emily's warm breath against her skin as she drew nearer, could hear Emily's sharp intakes of breath and loved it, every sound of it. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she waited for a warm pair of lips to meet hers.

"Ah, there you are love. I was looking all over for-"

Naomi and Emily quickly pulled away from each other, averting their gazes towards their opposite sides as they both tried to hide the blush fast spreading across their cheeks that even if they were covered with mud, could still be seen.

"Oh my." Gina muttered. "Did I interrupt something dear?"

"What are you doing here mum?" Naomi grimaced in embarrassment.

"Hi Gina." Emily greeted with a timid wave.

"Hello Emily." The older woman smiled, ignoring her daughter's question. "What are you two doing down there?"

"I, uhm, slipped and Naomi tried to help me stand up but she slipped too." The red head bit her lip, hoping that Gina would just take the excuse and stop asking questions.

"Well you two best clean up. I'll be waiting at the living room." Gina winked at Emily before turning around, leaving the two girls on the most awkward situation they have ever been into.

"We better do what she says or she'll do a bloody Sherlock Holmes on us." It was Naomi who heaved herself up first, holding out her hand for Emily to take. She pulled her up carefully, her fingers intertwining with the red head's as she led her inside.

This hand holding thing, Naomi could get used to it.