Title: Love Accidentally - Chapter 36 Part 02
Author: kreia03
Rating: M
Warnings: Swear words.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I hate that fact. Seriously.
Summary: "Naomi's mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish's, ceasing the retort she was planning to throw, thinking that it was just plain lame and absurd, because, really, it was hard to drive and process things at the same time, especially things that were pissing her off the moment she found out about them. "Do you have to eat spaghetti now?" She shrieked over the phone instead, grimacing upon realizing how silly she actually sounded."
A/N: Next part. Hope you all like this. ^^ (Next chapter would be full of Naomily times)
"Your car is fucking mint."
"Mint?" Cook snorted out an objection. "It's a fucking Ferrari, babe." He exclaimed as he spread his arms wide open and gestured towards the car, eyeing it with immense adoration and a matching huge grin evident on his face. "Mint-- is not even the word for it."
Katie begrudgingly tore her gaze away from Naomi's car, as she was still amused by the metallic and quite glittering color of it, which reminded her of sparkly nail polishes in some way, throwing her boyfriend a 'what are you even talking about' look afterwards. "God, you know that I don't speak, like, car and driver." She snapped back at him. "It's just that, the color's real nice, and it looks so cool."
"It being cool is an understatement."
"Why thank you, Katie." Naomi backed away from the red head for a few steps and clutched the hem of her skirt, her foot soon brushing along the ground as she dragged it behind the other, carrying out a curtsy with a rather smug grin plastered across her face.
The older twin rolled her eyes before exhaling a loud snort. "You're so cute don't you know that?" She retorted with a sneer, the words rolling out of her tongue in such a sarcastic manner.
"Oh, I do." The blonde replied, grinning back widely. "I get that all the time, in fact."
"Right." Katie drawled out dismissively, feeling her hormones wind up once more, eventually getting her on the verge of lashing Naomi out again, which, undoubtedly, wasn't such a good idea as much appealing as it would seem, especially right after just having been landed her dream job. "First of all, I think we should get going and second," She paused and dragged her eyes up and down Naomi's now upright form, as if scrutinizing the blonde and her entire look, her eyes squinting clearly of disapproval or something of the same kind. "Less skirts, more tight jeans." She quickly followed with a raised eyebrow as she folded her arms over her chest.
"What's wrong with skirts?" Naomi asked in a slightly raised tone, her brow quirking in confusion. "I love wearing them."
"Because you've got, like, long and fit legs yeah?" Katie answered with another roll of the eyes, sounding rather irritated, because, really, she couldn't see the need to point out the obvious. "And the jeans kind of accentuate it. You've got to flaunt them."
"You mean, like the way you flaunt your-- you know." Naomi drawled out hesitatingly, her hands gesturing along her own chest to show what she actually was referring to.
"My what?"
"I think she meant your tits babe." It was Cook who answered, his lips pulled up into a sly grin, sending Katie into a fast spreading blush which rarely even happen, and Naomi to quickly avert her gaze away from Katie's wide, abashed eyes.
"Well." The older twin replied upon recovering after a few beats, her face equipped then with a smug and somewhat flattered expression. "I guess you've found the perfect girl for the job."
"Whatever you say Katie." Naomi answered in between her snorted laughter, slightly shaking her head in the process. "Whatever you say." She turned around on her heels and headed towards the driver's side of the car, stopping right by the door after she had pulled it open. "Well?" She called out, mainly to catch Katie's wavering attention. "Get in then."
"Oh, right." Katie scrambled on her steps as she hurriedly reached for the door, by her side, hopping in on the passenger seat immediately while Cook loudly voiced out a protest just before she could even close it.
"Oi! What about me?" He ducked his head low, desperately searching for an empty seat, which, unfortunately, was impossible to have since the Ferrari California that Naomi owned was, in fact, a two-seater car. "Where do I sit?"
"I could give you a ride." A shrug rolled out of Naomi's shoulders. "That's if you could fit yourself in the trunk." She added, biting her bottom lip as she struggled to keep a straight face. "Or maybe you could, you know, lie flat on the roof and we'll slightly roll down the windows so you could have the frames to hold onto."
Katie's hand soared up quickly to cover her mouth, muffling the laughter that was bubbling up inside her, threatening to burst out.
"Very funny." He squinted his eyes and looked at her loathingly. "You're loving this blondie, aren't you?"
"Oh, please." Naomi rolled her eyes at him. "Obviously, there are only two seats." She flung the door open and ducked her head, hastily hopping in on the driver's seat. After settling herself comfortably, with her seatbelt firmly buckled in place, she leaned forwards to chance a look at Cook, planning to throw another snide retort she had in mind. "Besides." She started, catching Cook's attention. "You're a grown up man and not fucking pregnant, so yeah, stop whining and take the bus." She uttered, before speeding her Ferrari down the road, with such finality that it left Cook scowling and completely discomfited, with his hands over his head, sighing deeply in aggravation.
***
"Are you used to people constantly snooping around and stuff?" Naomi later on asked while driving, throwing sideway glances to the older twin sitting beside her as she juggled her attention between the red head and the road.
Katie averted her gaze away from the car window to chance a look at Naomi. "What do you mean?"
"It gets nasty most of the time." The blonde replied matter-of-factly, not to scare the older twin but to just merely state the truth. "I do mean nasty, you know, with the paparazzi and everything. The stuff you often see on telly? It gets worse than that."
Katie hunched her shoulders and shrugged, as if brushing the entire issue off, since it wasn't that much of a big deal for her. "They can snoop the hell they want, for all I care."
"Good then." Naomi answered, rather impressed, her lips curling up into a slight smirk. "Emily never really got the hang of it." She continued after a short pause, the smirk she was wearing slowly turning into a soft, warm smile at the mention of the younger twin's name.
"She's just not that type of person."
"I know."
"She prefers being out of the scene." Katie added with a light chuckle. "Like, she hates the idea of being popular."
"Yeah, kind of." Naomi bobbed her head in agreement, joining the older red head in her chuckling. "It comes in handy though."
"Really?" Katie blurted out in surprise. "How?"
"She keeps me tied on the ground." The blonde replied in a different tone, more like appreciative, followed by a fond smile she had no idea she was actually wearing. "Every time I come home, just seeing her reminds me that at the end of the day, I'm still a normal person who can live a normal life, without the fame and everything." She chanced a glance to Katie while she brought the car into a complete stop, in accordance with the red traffic light before them, her brow quirking as she breathlessly mouthed "What?" to the older twin, seeing the knowing smirk that brought Katie's lips curled to the side.
"You like my sister don't you." It wasn't a question asking for any confirmation or clarification at all. Rather, more like stating an incontestable opinion, or, the truth, in Katie's eyes.
The light turned green just in time Katie had finished speaking, her words taking Naomi by a complete surprise, causing the car to jerk forwards all of a sudden upon stepping on the gas pedal a little harder than she should initially have. "What are you talking about?" Naomi answered with a slightly raised yet shaky tone, sounding obviously wound up, and was absolutely at loss all at once that she jumped and burst into a fit of curses under her breath when the car behind them honked real loud, out of nowhere. "Go ahead and fucking overtake then tosser!" She shrieked in utter annoyance, even though she knew very well that she had absolutely no chances of being heard, her eyes trained on the offending car until it was out of her sight. "Fucking arsehole." Returning her attention back to the older red head, once she had finally managed to calm herself down, she scowled. "What the fuck Katie?"
"Nothing." Katie raised her shoulders into a light hunch, much to Naomi's further discomfort. "Just saying, you know." She brushed off with a smirk. "God, am I not allowed to, like, talk about my opinions anymore?"
Naomi cleared her throat before she answered to clarify things, her voice growing firmer than how she sounded a few minutes ago. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Well, whatever." Katie rolled her eyes and averted her gaze away from the blonde, busying herself instead into looking at the blurring streets they pass by through the car window. "You're so worked up."
It somehow confirmed Katie's claim though. Naomi might have not answered yes, but she didn't deny it either.
***
"I can't believe this is really fucking happening."
Naomi struggled to keep a straight face but was obviously failing, her snorted laughter feebly feigned into a cough. "I wasn't kidding when I told you it's the only available job." She replied with another light chuckle upon seeing Cook's pained face, while he was being handed his work clothes, grumbling continuously under his breath as he eyed the poor clothes with so much loathing, like he was extremely disgusted with them.
"Babe, I'm sure they'll look good on you." Katie butted in, mainly for the purpose of consoling Cook, although the effectiveness of her words didn't even reach a single percent since her features pretty much belied the sincerity she was trying to voice out.
"I'd rather be a fucking mascot than this." Cook retorted under his breath, his forehead folding into several layers of tight creases as he continued to glower, holding the clothes in a manner like they were burning his hands.
"Don't worry." It was Thomas, his tone somehow reassuring. "If there's a different one available, I'll make sure to transfer you immediately."
"See." Naomi interjected, smirking slyly. "It's just temporary." She then turned around, throwing a subtle wink at Thomas as she passed by him before stepping out of the office completely, quickly followed by Katie.
"Temporary my arse."
***
For some unknown, twisted reason, Effy felt like a threat.
It took Katie just a good while of keen observation, a watchful eye and a fair ability of interpreting body gestures and movements, before she had arrived on that particular conclusion. She certainly was no relationships expert and neither an excellent body language reader, but the simple interactions, such as the longing looks that Effy usually gave, no matter how much she tried to hide it, and the timid but somewhat meaningful smiles that Naomi would reciprocate pretty much solidified everything.
Effy was assisting a fumbling Naomi with the dress she was trying out, and a few locks of hair escaped from Naomi's carefully arranged style, which Effy later on caught and tucked behind Naomi's ear, her fingertips brushing along Naomi's soft, pale cheek, her touch definitely lingering.
Definitely, because Katie could count the seconds that ticked by.
With a brief exchange of appreciative looks that the older red head didn't miss, one merely saying 'thank you' and the other rather admiring the beauty in front of her, Katie had instantaneously been sold to the idea of Effy being a threat.
To what? Katie absolutely didn't have any single clue.
***
"Hey Em." Naomi cheerfully greeted once Emily had picked up the phone. "I just took Katie home."
"Nai-Nai." She heard the red head greet back on the other line, her light, excited tone hinting a smile. "Oh, you guys finished early?"
"Yeah." She answered as she pressed her mobile in between her ear and her shoulder, upon finding the need to use her other hand to guide the steering wheel when she turned on one corner. "I just showed her around and introduced her to Panda and Thomas." She shifted on her seat, holding the phone once again with her hand after she had made it through the curve. "Oh and Effy too."
"Oh, I see." Naomi didn't miss the sudden change on Emily's tone, sounding a tad bit sadder compared to earlier. "Did she have a nice time?"
"Yeah she did. You should have seen Cook though. The look on his face was hilarious." She replied with a soft chuckle, brushing her observation off, although she couldn't help but ask. "Everything alright there?"
"Yeah, it's all good."
"Where are you by the way?"
"I was up for a walk but then I decided to drop by Freddie's office instead." Emily answered casually.
"What?" The blonde cried out, fumbling with her phone which she nearly had dropped upon hearing Emily's words. "W-What are you-- I mean, why are you there?"
"I wanted to talk to him." The red head drawled out haltingly, like Naomi's question was the most ridiculous thing to ask. "And he's inviting me for lunch. We'll eat spaghetti." A small squeal broke forth her lips, rushing together with her words, as she couldn't hide the excitement she was feeling, like a child who was looking forward onto eating ice cream, given that it had been ages since she had last eaten any form of pasta.
The sound just tipped the blonde's mood off even further, escalating it onto the highest possible degree.
Naomi's mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish's, ceasing the retort she was planning to throw, thinking that it was just plain lame and absurd, because, really, it was hard to drive and process things at the same time, especially things that were pissing her off the moment she found out about them. "Do you have to eat spaghetti now?" She shrieked over the phone instead, grimacing upon realizing how silly she actually sounded.
"Why not?" Emily's voice sounded faint that Naomi had guessed that the red head probably pulled the phone away when she shouted, though she really couldn't be bothered, what with her being so incredibly worked up right now.
"Because--" Naomi took a pause, fumbling with her words as she tried to come up with something actually sensible. "Who knows? It might be spoiled!" She made a face at probably the lamest excuse she had ever given her entire life, her tongue clucking against the roof of her mouth to show her disapproval. "Look, just don't ask why, but you can't eat spaghetti now." She muttered heavily, her tone imposing. "We'll eat tomorrow."
"Jesus, Naomi." The red head hissed on the other line, blowing out an exasperated breath. "What's up with you now?"
"What? Nothing! It's just--" She blinked a few times and gnashed her teeth together as her mind worked out any excuse she could throw, anything she could reason out at all.
"Naomi?"
"It's mum." She followed quickly, biting on her lip hard afterwards, up to the point that it was almost bleeding, because, really, using her mother as an excuse was just plain pathetic.
"What about Gina?" Emily exclaimed, worry evident on her voice.
"She's-- she's sick and she wants to see you." She bit the inside of her cheek after murmuring "Shit." that Emily had heard and questioned, to which she responded with a mere "Nothing, just worried." which added another thread to her woven lie.
"Oh God, hang on." The line went silent for a few beats, except for the loud thumping of her heart and the muffled voices she could hear, on which she supposed was Emily and Freddie talking. "Okay, pick me up here yeah? I'll be waiting for you in front of the building."
"Oh." She muttered, scolding herself for sounding relieved and rather cheerful, because her excuse took effect quicker than she had expected it to. She genuinely thought that Emily would take a lot more of convincing. "Okay, see you in a few." She hung up, flipping her phone closed upon hearing Emily's goodbye, her lips pulling up into a triumphant smile.
She knew she should be feeling guilty for using the worst possible excuse she could ever think of, but she just couldn't be bothered by it as of the moment, not when she had manage to eliminate Freddie from the scene for the umpteenth time again.
***
Within half an hour, she arrived in front of the building, scowling instantaneously upon seeing Emily and Freddie standing next to each other, along the waiting place, with an incognizant low growl resonating from deep within her throat. The car skidded into a complete halt as she stopped right before Emily, grumbling under her breath while she watched the red head and Freddie exchange goodbyes from the corner of her eyes, because she just couldn't bear to stare. Her lips were quivering with a tremendous amount of jealousy that she actually came to a point where she considered pulling Emily and shoving her inside of the car, just because. She drummed her fingers impatiently on top of the arc of the steering wheel, her foot tapping on the floor mats along with it, because, really, since when did saying goodbye to someone take that long?
"I'll see you around Freds." She exhaled a deep breath of satisfaction upon hearing Emily speak, which hinted the end of the conversation she had been wanting to bring into a close ever since.
Although the next part, she hadn't expected to happen, even in her dreams.
She watched, this time with wide, bulging eyes, as Emily slowly stepped on her toes, leaning towards Freddie to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, murmuring a soft "Thank you." afterwards while she pulled back, a warm smile flashing right before she turned away from him and headed towards the car. It was innocent and meant to be friendly, probably done out of gratitude, but Naomi couldn't help that sudden twinge of jealousy that rushed all over her, her heart constricting tight along with the surging emotion, so tight that it was making her ache, finding it harder for her to breathe. The pain felt like an undeviating stab pierced through her chest, like her heart was suddenly being ripped out and torn into a thousand bits and pieces. Slow and torturing. And the longer she stayed rooted on the same place, the louder and more ravaging the ripping went, she could almost hear it in her ears. She screwed her eyes shut and swallowed hard, pushing her frantic beating heart back to its place because it was beating so fast, desperately pounding its way out of her chest.
"Naomi, Gina will be okay, right?"
She took a deep breath before answering Freddie's question without sparing a glance at him, her eyes fixed on the street ahead instead as she batted them open. "I'll have to go see." She muttered nonchalantly, her voice dangerously low and grave. After a few beats, she heard the car door close and uttered "See you around." to him quickly, merely out of courtesy, flooring the gas pedal at once without even bothering to wait for Freddie's reply.
She drove in silence for a good while, perfectly aware of the quizzical yet hesitating looks Emily was throwing, but she just couldn't bring herself to speak, not when the piercing feeling of jealousy was still lingering on her chest, wrapping around her heart like it was clinging onto it for dear life.
Until Emily just couldn't take it anymore.
"Naomi, are you okay?"
"Yeah." She answered grumpily, her grip on the steering wheel tightening that her knuckles were slowly turning into white.
"I know you're worried." The red head shifted on her seat, getting a better view of Naomi. "But everything's going to be alright." Her forehead furrowed into a deep crumple when the blonde didn't give any form of response, but was instead constantly grumbling under her breath, the terms 'kiss', 'friendly' and 'tosser' being the only words Emily could make out. She wanted to reach out for her, yet she was too bloody scared to do so, what with Naomi seeming deeply fuming about something that she actually looked like she was going to pounce on anybody. "Nai--"
"I'm alright." The blonde interjected, cutting Emily off though still sounding ill-tempered.
Emily's hands recoiled back to her lap, just as she was about to reach out, choosing to keep her concern to herself instead, somehow giving Naomi a few moments to cool her head down.
Without fair warning, Naomi suddenly wheeled the car further left, causing the red head to jump and hold securely on both sides of her seat until Naomi had skidded into a full stop, pulling up alongside the curb. She just felt the need to get this out of her system, this overwhelming jealousy consuming her, because, fuck it, it was just a friendly kiss, not like it was going to mean something. Though she knew it wouldn't be anywhere as easy, not when the image of Emily and Freddie kept flashing on her mind, over and over.
She angrily slammed her hand against the steering wheel before slouching down on her seat, her back hitting the seat rest with a solid thud. She was just that overly jealous, it was actually ridiculous. Withdrawing her hands from the wheel, she let her fingers run through her hair, massaging her head in the process to somehow help her blow off some steam, sliding them down later on to both her temples, rubbing the soft skin there and soothing the veins that she could feel throbbing beneath it.
"Naomi?" She could feel Emily shuffling on her own seat, heard the unbuckling of her seatbelt even, a hand reaching towards her later on, with nimble fingers running along her forehead in such a comforting manner. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." She murmured with her eyes closed, breathing out an exasperated breath afterwards. "I guess I'm just-- just tired."
"Well if you want we could stay here for a while." Emily suggested, her fingers still gently trailing along the whole length of Naomi's forehead. "Until you feel like you've gotten enough rest."
"That sounds good." The blonde softly murmured as she fluttered her eyes open, smiling softly when it was Emily's face that greeted her, looking a little worried.
"Headache?"
"Nah." She replied with a slight shake of the head. "Just tired."
Emily slowly leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Naomi's forehead, much to the blonde's surprise. "Feeling better?"
Naomi rolled her eyes before snorting out a light chuckle. "Definitely."
***
"How sick is your Mum by the way?" Emily worriedly asked, minutes after they had started their drive again, catching Naomi off guard, her supposed to be excused long forgotten, surreptitiously blaming Emily's kiss for it.
"W-We have to go to find out." The blonde replied almost inaudibly, stammering with her words as she tried to think of another sound excuse she could yet again use to get her out of this one this time. Spotting her phone lying on the dashboard, she hurriedly grabbed it, flipping it open before announcing loudly. "Someone's calling!"
"But--" Emily was cut off immediately, once Naomi had started speaking, opting to listen to whatever conversation was about to occur.
"Mum?" She took a glimpse of the reflection on the rearview mirror, mainly to check out the red head's reaction. "You say you're okay now?" She feigned a sigh of relief upon seeing Emily's brow quirk, probably in confusion with the things that were suddenly taking place. As much as Naomi despised it, she had no choice. "Are you sure you're feeling better?"
Emily continuously fidgeted on her seat, patiently waiting for the conversation to be over, a thousand questions forming on her mind, with "Why didn't I hear the phone ring?" on top of them all.
"So we don't need to come over?" She heard Naomi speak once more. "Are you sure? Alright then, if that's what you want Mum." She watched as the blonde flipped her phone close, tossing it on the dashboard right after, her lips pulling up into a rather suspicious grin.
"That was your Mum?" Emily asked, her eyes squinting in a skeptical manner.
Naomi nodded in answer, a little too animatedly, which brought about another round of suspicions swimming around Emily's head. "She says we don't need to come over."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's a relief." The blonde breathed in a lungful of air, filling her cheeks first before puffing it all out noisily.
"Indeed." Emily replied, sounding completely dubious. "I didn't even hear your phone ring." She added casually, throwing the blonde a knowing look while she folded her arms over her chest.
"Shit." Naomi soundlessly mouthed, Emily's words catching her off guard. "I--" She struggled with her own words, her mind now seemingly incapable of weaving out any other excuse, probably feeling a little bit overused. "I-It's on, you know, silent mode." She quickly followed with a shrug, subtly fidgeting on her seat to hide her discomfort. "Can't be disturbed while I'm driving." She let out a small laugh, grimacing instantaneously when she heard it sounding rather nervous and shaky.
"Really? Coz I tho--" The red head was cut off in an instant, by Naomi's phone suddenly ringing, of all things.
Naomi hastily grabbed the mobile and flipped it open, the incessant loud tone making her more fretful by the second. "Hey Panda." She chanced a glance towards Emily, her cheeks tainting into a blush at once, seeing the knowing smirk plastered on the red head's face. "Can we talk later? I'm kind of busy now." She tossed the mobile back to where it had previously been after hearing Pandora's reply, her gaze now fixed on the road, rather than it flickering between Emily and the street.
"Silent mode eh?" The red head bantered after a few beats, her smirk now matched with a quirking eyebrow.
"I switched it to Loud after talking to Mum." Naomi quickly supplied, still without looking at Emily as she was still desperately hiding her blush.
"That fast?"
"Yeah, that fast. Because I'm that great."
"Alright." Emily conceded for a moment. "But we're still going there."
"But Mum said there's no need!" Naomi shouted in protest, finally tearing her gaze away from the road to throw sideway glances to the read head, looking at her with utter disbelief. "She's okay."
"I wanna see it for myself." Emily replied with enough conviction, a tone which implied her decision as inalterable. "Unless--" She purposely broke off.
"Unless what?" The blonde anxiously asked.
"You're lying about something."
Naomi couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Jesus."
"Well then, we're going."
"Oh, shit."
***
Gina was cheerfully spraying water all over her flowers, strutting happily along the garden, humming even, when she heard Emily's voice suddenly echoing around the whole yard, sounding rather worried. "In here dear." She called out, smiling afterwards upon getting her first glimpse of the red head, who was running to her with her daughter in tow, trailing behind.
"How are you? Are you alright? Why aren't you in bed? You should be resting!" Emily asked in such an unremitting manner, the words spilling out with almost no intervals at all, that she sounded like she was eating them all up instead.
"Emily, dear." The older Campbell placed a hand over the red head's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze to somehow calm her down, which seemed to take effect as quickly as it could. "Are you alright? You sound upset."
"Why are you not in bed Gina?" Emily asked instead, brushing the older woman's remark. "You're sick, you should take a rest."
"Sick?" A confused laugh escaped from Gina's lips, eyeing the red head with a quizzical look. "But I'm not--"
"Mum!" Naomi shrieked out real loud as she jumped from behind Emily, her arms wrapping around her mother, enveloping her into a tight hug. "You're all better. Thank God."
"But I'm perfectly fine." The older woman drawled out haltingly, still confused of the things suddenly taking place. "Did someone say I'm sick?"
Naomi threw another glimpse towards the now surprised red head, grimacing subtly upon seeing the not so amused look on her face, because, in truth, she hadn't expected things to go this far, and she wasn't prepared for it one bit. "Mum." She swallowed hard, bringing her attention back to her confused mother. "I think-- I think I had a dream."
Gina pulled back slightly to chance a better look at her somewhat unpredictable daughter. "A dream?"
"Yeah. Yeah that's it!" Naomi nodded exceedingly, swallowing hard once again in the process. "Y-You were sick. I was so scared. It seemed so real." She continued to act, dragging the words out gravely to make it more believable, even planting kisses on her mother's cheek for the sake of added dramatic effect.
"Love, do tell me." The older woman called out, eyeing Naomi quizzically. "Are you intoxicated?"
"No." The blonde blurted out. "I drove here Mum." She scowled.
"Emily, is she alright?" Gina turned to the now giggling red head, her wrinkled forefinger pointing towards her daughter's direction.
The red head bit her lip, stifling another round of giggles bubbling up inside her. "She's just tired Gina. Probably why she's dreaming of things." She folded her arms over her chest, quirking her brow as she smirked at Naomi, who quickly averted her gaze once she caught her eyes.
Gina returned her attention back to her daughter, looking all flushed as she stood by her side, Naomi's face now tainted bright pink. "I think I should be the one asking if you're alright."
"I am." The younger blonde murmured sheepishly, thoroughly embarrassed upon realizing that she might have made a fool out of herself in front of her very own mother and Emily. "I'm just tired. Em is right." She added after a few beats, her eyes now fixed on the floor and her hands clasped together after unwinding them from being encircled around her Mum's shoulders.
"You look like you could use some tea love." Gina kindly offered, sliding her fist under Naomi's chin to bring her head up, eventually meeting her daughter's eyes. "To the kitchen then."
Naomi answered with a half hearted nod as she headed inside at once, leaving without another single word uttered, her lips pressed in a tight line as she passed by the red head.
"You should probably wait at the living room dear." She turned to Emily and held her by the elbow, guiding her inside the house. "This might take long." With a blatant wink, she turned around and left the red head sitting on the couch, who was watching the older woman leave, with a rather dazed expression, Emily's mouth hanging slightly open as she tried to figure out what just happened the past minutes.
Weird was how she would like to call it.