A/N: Right, so sorry for the delay, I've had writers block for a bit. I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this, but I've had a lot of help from R.P. Ily-Ika. Check her stories out, she's my inspiration :)
Also thanks to Emily Shitification Fitch, MariaAleja, M, DontBeIgnorant23, & illudetiamtranset. Check them out as well!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a ukulele and some swag.
Enjoy x
Chapter Three
You shimmy shook my bones, leaving me stranded all in love on my own. Do you think of me? Where am I now? Baby, where do I sleep?
Emily feels light-headed. Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes stays glued to the figure a metre from her. She almost wants to grab onto her as if she'll disappear into thin air, like the person in front of her isn't really there; that her mind is playing cruel jokes on her. Cause it wouldn't be the first time she imagined her next encounter with the the blonde-headed girl.
It's really her, Emily thinks, besottedly.
"I-I," the words are stuck in her throat before she can get out the next word. Emily looks at the girl dumbfoundedly. She begins to feel heat swarming through her body as her eyes sting from the lack of blinking, like she doesn't want to miss anything. She loses the ability to speak and move under the crystal, blue gaze.
"Are you going to fucking apologize or just stand there?" The voice interrupts Emily's thoughts.
"S-Sorry," She weakly replies before the blonde turns around, vehemently.
"Naomi?" Emily timidly asks. The girl stops her movement and carefully turns around.
"Who the fuck are you?" Naomi asks, bewildered by the outburst of the dark-red haired girl.
"Y-You don't remember, do - Nevermind, sorry." Emily quickly turns around and starts jogging back to her pace before she bumped into Naomi. Nice one, you tit, she thinks. She shakes her head and pushes herself to run harder and faster.
x
Naomi is rooted to the ground, stupefied. The left side of her body still stings from the impact of the petite girl. The petite girl who seemed to make her shiver beneath her skin by the intense stare. The petite girl who knew her name. She couldn't help but think about her brown eyes and how familiar they almost looked.
She shakes her head and sighs. As she starts walking towards her flat, she wonders why she hadn't rip her head off for not watching where she was going. Naomi reaches closer to her destination and looks up to see the dark clouds rolling in. She quickly goes up the flights of stairs before the rain erupts.
As she opens the door to her flat, she spots her best friend. One of her only friends: Effy.
"We're going out," Effy says, not breaking her eye contact from the ceiling after hearing Naomi come in. She's sat on the couch, twirling a lit fag between her fingers. She exhales a breath of smoke. She has make-up smeared along her eyes, as well, along with messy hair. Naomi can't imagine what she looks like, herself.
"Pardon? We went out last night. Think we've partied enough, Eff." Naomi replies, dropping to the seat next to her friend.
"Never stopped us before, Nai," She smirks as Naomi plucks the fag from her hand and inhales deeply.
"Where'd you head off to last night?" She asks as she exhales, looking expectantly at Effy.
Effy only replies with a half shrug. She looks to the wall opposite them, distantly. There's silence between the two, but never the awkward silence. She never really speaks much, but only when something needs to be said. Sometimes Naomi's grateful for that. Effy looks at her with piercing azure eyes that could see and tell almost everything.
"We've got to stop this, Effs," She says quietly, dropping her head to fiddle with her fingers on top of her lap. She isn't sure whether she meant to say it out loud, or to herself only, but Effy understands. She always does.
"Come on. Let's get ready."
x
Emily gets out of the shower, feeling slightly better. She lays on her bed, still wrapped in a towel. She sighs and closes her eyes. The sound of rain echoes through her empty room as the rain drops quickly descends on top of the roof. The thunder shaking the house is the only indication to Emily that she could feel something besides numb.
Nights like this makes it worse for her. When it rains, it pours. The only thing playing through her mind is the incident with Naomi; it's stuck on repeat. Seeing her was like properly breathing for the first time after being trapped underwater for so long: having her lungs crushed smaller and smaller as she descends further into darkness, gasping for air, but only breathing water. So she chokes. Her throat burning as she tries to cough. She can hear her heart beating louder inside her head as her vision slowly dissipates into blackness. Seeing Naomi was resurfacing from the rough pulls of the ocean and harshly gulping her first intake of oxygen.
Emily opens her eyes and stares out at the window, the rain attacking her window. She's tries to forget about her. She has done so for the past few weeks, but she finds herself relapsing. She tries to forget her beautiful peroxide-blonde hair, her pale, silver-like eyes, and the curve of her body. There's a pain in her chest as she thinks about her. I can't believe she doesn't even remember me, Emily thinks. She inhales sharply, trying to hold the tears in, feeling her body shake a bit from the force.
The vibrating of her phone on the nightstand breaks her reverie. She almost chooses to ignore it, but picks up her phone, anyway. The bright light of her phone almost blinds her as she unlocks her phone and reads the text message.
Party tonight at mine. Bring Jay. Be there. - Freds x
Emily rubs her face and slowly gets off of her bed. Her feet swings next to the bed as she contemplates whether or not to go. She could either try to find sleep she'll never get b drowning in her own thoughts, or get shitfaced and forget about everything for just one night.
Don't think, makes life easier.
Fuck it, she thinks.