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Everything I Knew - Naomi's POV

Fuck. Shit. Fuckshitfuckshitfuck. She's in my room. Shit. What am I doing? And why did I have no control as she brushed past? What the hell is wrong with me?

Wait; snap out of it, Naomi. She's a girl. You're a girl. You can be friends. There's nothing else going on here. Calm. Just be nice, normal, and nice. And don't fucking mess it up.

I took a deep breath:

"Hey, so, do you want a drink?" oh fucking smooth Naomi. Like you have anything to drink, idiot. Christ, could I get anymore retarded. "And by drink I mean lukewarm coke or garibaldis". Yes, Naomi, absolutely fucking brilliant.

Whoa her smile. Well that caught my attention. Wait, snap out of it. She's a girl, remember?

She giggled, and grabbed the biscuits out of my hand, before reaching into her bag and pulling out an enormous bottle of vodka:

"I was going to wait 'till later, but you look like you could do with a drink"

"Or several, judging by the size of that beast" she smiled again, taking a swig at the same time. I ignored the *cute* signal flashing across my brain as I sat down on my bed, pushing my crap out of the way and beckoning her to sit down.

"Sooo Emily" I liked the way her name sounded on my tongue, it suited her, and I couldn't place why. I liked it.

"Yep?" she was too cute – shit, what am I thinking?

"Tell me about you" please let her have a long life story so I can sort myself out.

"Okay, erm, well, I'm from Bristol, really, but my parents thought it would be a brilliant idea to move to the countryside about 3 years ago, in other words, Bath."

She's funny too. Lived in Bristol? How have I not met her before?

"My dad owns a gym and my mum runs a wedding business. Both of them try to use my surname effectively as a slogan and fail miserably". She pauses.

"Surname" I ask, "what is it?"

"Fitch"

"Okay, so, that doesn't really give me any ideas, how do they 'sloganise' it" I grab the vodka off Emily and take a long gulp. Yes, it still tastes like paint stripper, I'm clearly not drunk enough yet.

"Well, dad owns a gym, as I said. So his slogan is 'Don't get fit, get Fitch'" I groan, with a smile playing on my lips

"No wait, it gets worse"

"Wait 'till you hear my name"

"I'm sure it's lovely" she winks and – wait – does this qualify as flirting?

Fuck, what's going on? I need more alcohol, quickly. I drink again, as she continues with her amazing voice. Did I mention it? It's husky and so so gorgeous. Christ, she's doing something to me.

"My mum, 'Let's get Fitched'"

I groan again, take another sip of Vodka and Emily follows, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. I wonder what they taste….

"Naomi, Naomi, Naomi?" fuck, I zoned out completely, that embarrassing.

"You haven't told me what your name is, though I doubt it can beat the slogans of the Fantastic Fitch Family"

Little does she know…

"Campbell"

She looks confused.

"Work it out Ems" shit- that nickname slipped out before I could stop it

"Ems, I like it" she smiles,

"Christ, you're slow. My name is Naomi fucking Campbell"

She grins, "Nice middle name"

Okay, she's definitely flirting now, and, obviously the drink talking, cos I quite like it…

"What is it, ironic?"

"Nah, my mum is a twat, obviously. But hey, surely there's more to her about you?" I shift up, and place my hand on Emily's leg to steady myself

"Well, okay, but don't think for a second you're getting out of telling me your life story afterwards. Okay, I have a cross-dressing pervert as a brother and a twin"

I suddenly realise I've been tracing circle around Emily's thing and pull my hand away, but she grabs it quickly and hold on, tight. I'm blushing. Fucking hell. I look away, catching sight of the time. 8pm. Time flies…

I look back, having regained normal-ish colour to my cheeks. "A twin, eh? She must be the ugly one then"

Yes Naomi, you are drunk. And flirty. Fuck it, everything once. She's better than Cook anyway.

Now she's blushing. We're even.

Her thumb is gently stroking my hand, sending shivers all over my body. Fucking hell; this feels so right. I need to clear my head.

I lean over her body – oh yeah because that's going to help, (mental slap) – and grab a tin off of my bedside table

"Spliff?" I say, already lighting it.

She looks up, embarrassed: "I've never…"

"Well, everything once right? Just copy me yeah, if you want to…" my confidence is disappearing fast, this whole situation is kind of new to me, and yet it still feels so right.

I take a long drag, enjoying the calming sensation.

"Okay, just do the same as I did"

Passing her the Spliff, I move closer towards her, my elbows resting on her knees. Our faces were pretty close now. Christ, I must be drunk.

She inhaled, but exhaled straight way.

"Alright, you're clearly a malco"

She looked upset – "I'm joking silly, you didn't choke, that's pretty good for a first timer. But you also didn't really get the full affect of it. Okay, I've got a better idea, blowbacks. They'll be good, yeah?"

Whoa, that's not me talking. Blowbacks are not my kind of things. Shit, my body is working without me, already turning the Spliff around and cupping my hands over Emily's face/

"Ready? When I blow, inhale yeah?"

She nods, her eyes glancing quickly to my lips.

I inhale the Spliff before nodding and exhaling, just as she inhales.

"Right, hold it until your head kind of lifts"

I wait a few seconds, just looking at her, as she sits with her eyes closed. She's beautiful.

"Done it?"

She opens her eyes and nods, before exhaling

"That's fucking good Naomes" she giggles.

I put the Spliff on the side, smiling at my new nickname, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that I'm now straddling Emily.

And of how good it feels. Fuck me, this weed must be an aphrodisiac, or may Emily is…

I look back at Emily to see her eyes staring back at me. He eyes have darkened, with a needy expression in them. She's raking her fingers gently up and down my arm.

Fuck it.

I shift further up her legs, so we're practically joined at the hip, and whisper in her ear:

"So, this cross dressing brother, he sounds hot?"

She looks at me, trying to read my face for a sign that it's a joke, and I lean in and kiss her on the cheek, "kidding Emsy"

She turns her head and suddenly her lips are inches away from mine, and her tongue flicks out across her bottom lip again. It's mesmerising.

Hesitantly, I move my lips to hers and brush them together. Fireworks exploded inside me and she moves her hands to settle on my back, pulling me closer as she deepens the kiss. My tongue flicks against her bottom lip, begging for entry, and as out tongues collide I moan, without meaning to.

She's the best kiss I've ever had.

My hands are roaming her body, as we continue to kiss. She nibbles on my lower lip before kissing and sucking down my jaw line to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Her fingers begin tickling my thing and my hips push towards her as my hands find their way to her breasts.

She stops, suddenly. It doesn't surprise me now that I am disappointed.

"I just need you to know, I'm gay. I won't regret this in the morning"

In the back of my head my conscience stirs as I grab her hand, kissing each of her knuckles as I say:

"I don't care, all I know is, you're beautiful"

And everything I ever thought I knew came crashing down as she smiled.