A/N: I was really not looking forward to writing this chapter, mainly because I thought Freddie's ep was poorly done. I thought it was purely a filler episode. Anybody agree with me? Don't get me wrong, I like Freddie and everything, but the episode bored me to death-it was more about Karen than Freddie for crying out loud! Anyway, little rant over. However, when I wrote my chapter plan, I realised that this would be a pretty easy chapter to write as there is hardly anything from the episode that I need to take into consideration. Naomi and Emily were only in two scenes (and in the background at that!) and Katie only flashed up on the screen for a second! So here it is, chapter five, please R&R and most of all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Skins.

'Ems, can I talk to you for a sec please?' Katie sits down on the end of my bed and begins to play with the corner of my duvet.

'Yeah sure. What do you want to talk about?'

'I want to ask you…' she paused, 'are you gay?' she rushes the sentence, but looks at me intensely, as if she could find the answer written across my face.

'Why would you say that?' I ask in shock.

'I saw you and Naomi…at the party.' Oh no.

We sit on my bed in silence. I don't know exactly how to answer my twin, seeing as I don't know the answer myself. Naomi and I fell asleep in each others arms on the bouncy castle, and when we woke up the next day I quickly darted off to avoid any awkwardness.

We haven't spoken about it since; we just fell back into our usual routine of sitting next to each other in classes and spending time with each other after college. There is no tension between us-infact it's as if the events of the party never happened. I guess I'm alright with that at the moment, but kissing Naomi was nice and it felt safe to wake up in her arms. I don't know if it's because she's my best friend and I naturally feel more comfortable around her, or whether it is because I'm gay.

'Oh. We were…we were just, I…I don't know how it happened to be perfectly honest Katie, I'm not gay. Maybe it was the MDMA…' I leave the sentence hanging. I feel really bad right now. I don't know why I didn't just tell Katie the truth, it hurt when I denied being gay. Katie and I have never kept anything from each other before, we tell each other everything.

'That's good then. Cos you know, we would both get so much shit at school if you were gay. You know that right?'

'Yeah,' I mumble. 'Yeah, you're right.' So that was all Katie cared about. Her stupid fucking reputation. I don't feel so bad for lying to her now. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes, wishing all this confusion would just disappear.

*

I'm sitting in English, being bored out of my brain by Josie's ramblings about Hamlet. I should really be paying more attention to what she is saying, but all I can think about is Naomi. She is sitting a few tables away from me and I find my gaze drift over to her every few minutes. We haven't spoken yet today, but I'm going to confront her after class to see where she thinks we stand with each other.

Josie stops her speech about Hamlet's inability to choose between action and inaction (well at least I think that's what she's on about) when Freddie walks in late. He stands at the door for a second, hesitant of where to sit (he keeps on looking between Effy and Cook) before sitting down next to Effy. Josie reprimands him in her own special way by talking to her hand (yeah she's a weird one but her lessons are normally fucking ace because of it).

Josie continues to ramble on and at one point Panda decides to tell the class that she has read the book, but got confused as to who was the murderer. Was it the ghost or Voldemort? I gently told her that she got the books mixed up. The rest of the class snickered.

'Anyone else?' Josie asked the class.

'Hamlet's basically a teenage boy.' Naomi states. 'He's got all these desires but he doesn't have the bottle to reach out for them. So he goes mad and wanks off about Ophelia and ends up so boring that somebody has to kill him!' she says all of this whilst looking in Freddie's direction. So I'm not the only one to notice the sexual tension between Freds and Effy.

'I'm not sure that's right. There's no wanking in Hamlet.' Josie replies whilst flicking through her copy of the text.

'Mmmm yeah there is. Loads. Only they call it "soliloquizing".' Naomi retorts, using air quotations to further prove her point. Cook laughs out loud at her answer whereas the rest of the class looks at her as if she's grown two heads. They soon got over their confusion however as the bell rings signalling the end of the lesson. Also signalling the end of college for Naomi and I. Never have I been more pleased to have the exact same timetable as Naomi.

The class starts to file out and I quickly stuff my books into my bag, trying to rush so I can catch up with Naomi who has already left. I run down the corridor to catch up with her, I probably look like a right twat but I don't give a shit. I grab her wrist and stop her from walking any further. She spins round to see who it is. She gives a small smile when she notices it's me.

'Hi Ems; what do you want?'

'I, er, I…' wow, I'm suddenly very nervous. 'Can I talk to you?'

'Isn't that what you're doing right now?'

'Oh yeah…I guess so…' I chuckle, embarrassed at my stupidity. 'But, can we like, y'know, chat in private or something?'

'Yeah, ok then.'

We walk out of the main college building and begin our journey home. Once out of earshot of any other students who had finished for the day I begin to talk. Fuck I'm nervous.

'So erm, y'know how at Panda's party we…er well y'know we kissed erm, I was just, well I was just checking you know, that…'

'Oh, er, yeah it was just the…'

'…it was just the drugs yeah? I mean, it was…nice and everything, but…'

'…yeah I totally understand…one off thing between friends…totally get you…'

'…great, glad we've sorted that one then…' One off thing between friends. It didn't feel like that. We remain in an awkward silence as we continue our walk home.

'So do you want to go to the pub tonight? Its quiz night…I mean, you don't have to come if you don't want to, I just thought…' Naomi's blundering speech is cute.

'Sounds like fun, what time is it?'

'About 8ish?'

'Ok then, I'll come pick you up around 7.30 then.' We've arrived at my house. I say goodbye to Naomi and watch her walk off before heading inside.

*

'Katie! Emily! Dinners ready! Come downstairs please!'

'Coming!' Katie and I make our way downstairs and join the rest of our family in the dining room. The only seats left are either next to mum or our younger brother, James. My twin takes one look at me before rushing to the seat next to mum. I sigh, slumping into the seat next to James. It's the same every day; neither of us wants to sit next to the little brat.

'So girls, how were your days?' Dad asks his mouth full of steak. His dinners are always pumped full of protein, he's a body builder you see.

'Alright, I guess. Panda got Hamlet mixed up with Harry Potter in our English class. That was the highlight of the day I think…'

'What about your little girlfriend's speech on wanking?' Katie jests. I turn beet red.

'Katie, don't use such language in front of James!' my mum reprimands Katie for once in her life. 'Emily, who's this?' she asks, directing her attention to me across the table.

'I, er…she isn't my girlfriend, Katie's just messing with you…her name's Naomi, I'm going to the pub with her later.' I wish she was my girfriend. Crap, Emily stop thinking about your best friend like that!

'Well don't be back too late-and no drinking! And make sure there is someone to walk you back home, we don't want you getting mugged, or something worse.'

'Yes mum.' I turn my attention back to my food. I'm not used to such a long conversation with my mum; it's normally Katie she talks to. They love to gossip about the latest celebrity trend or the newest fashion statements. Things which I don't give two fucks about.

'Is Freddie going?' Katie suddenly pipes up.

'I dunno, I guess not…him and Cook aren't getting on at the moment are they?'

'Hmm, yeah I guess not…'

'Why d'you ask?' I've never seen her speak to Freddie and this is certainly the first time she's ever mentioned him to me.

'I, I just think he's a nice guy y'know…and well, I may like him…if he wasn't pining over Effy that is.'

'What about Danny?' I ask, genuinely surprised that she is taking interest in a nice guy for once.

'That twat? Sorry mum,' she adds as an afterthought seeing mum's disapproving glance. 'He was cheating on my with Melinda or some bimbo…anyway, I've dumped his sorry arse. I'm moving onto pastures new!'

I smile at her, but I can't help thinking that it may not be the best idea for her to chase after Freddie, considering all the crap that seems to be going on between him, Cook and Effy. Katie doesn't really need to become part of a love square.

*

'What sort of questions are these?' Naomi asks, taking a sip of her wine. It's Pinot Grigio. Our kiss.

'Stupid questions that only the likes of JJ can answer.' I reply, whilst jotting down a crack answer to the latest crack question that was asked.

Cook and JJ are sitting a couple of tables in front of us and seem to be faring better in this stupid quiz than we are. Cook's Uncle Keith (I don't know if he really is Cook's uncle or not) is asking the questions and I swear he must have been high or something when he thought them up. Looking round I can see that Naomi and I aren't the only ones struggling with the questions. In fact, JJ looks to be about the only one who understands a damn word the landlord is saying. Damn JJ and his sickeningly clever brain.

'Do you reckon we could make a run for it?' Naomi asks me, bumping her knee against mine underneath the table.

'I don't know,' I whisper back. 'Maybe we should wait for a distraction…'

'Like what?' she asks, just as Freddie walks through the door.

'Like that! Quick-go!' I make to get up but Naomi tugs my sleeve.

'Don't, Keith's looking our way.' She hisses under her breath.

I settle back into my seat and sigh dejectedly. I look over to the boys table and observe their interactions. Freddie looks really uncomfortable, Cook is laughing at something (no doubt one of his pathetic jokes) and JJ is smiling to himself. JJ begins to say something, but I only catch the end part of his sentence.

'…that Naomi backwards is I moan.' I sly a look at Naomi to see if she heard him and chuckle.

'What you laughing at Ems?' she asks me.

'Nothing…I moan.' I burst into a fit of giggles and Naomi looks around embarrassed.

'Quit it Em,' she hisses. 'Everyone is looking at us!' This just sends me into another fit of giggles, making her sigh and stand up. She grabs my arm and drags me out of the pub, not before sending an (insincere) apologetic look to Keith.

'Oh man…haha…sorry Naomi…just, JJ…he said…haha…' I stand up straight and try to stop my laughing. 'Well at least we managed to escape!'

'Yeah, not before making us look like right pricks! What was so funny?'

'He…JJ, he said that Naomi backwards is I moan…it's not even that funny, just the way he said it…haha…sorry Nai…I shouldn't laugh…' Naomi hit my arm playfully.

'Too right you shouldn't laugh! Its bad enough being called Naomi fucking Campbell! Don't start making it any worse now!' She tried to sound indignant, but Naomi couldn't help but to start laughing along with me.

'Come on Nai, let's go back to yours. We can watch a movie or something.'

'Huh, and what makes you think I'm letting you into my own home after you just insulted me?' Naomi asked, feigning hurt in her voice.

'Fine…I know when I'm not wanted…' I begin to fake sob, shielding my face with my hands.

'Nice try Fitch, tears wont work on me…come on, I'll race you back.' She starts running, looking over her shoulder to see if I'm following. Of course, I am. I would follow that girl to the end of the Earth and back. She is my best friend and she means more to me than she could ever know.