So, having realised I should write longer chapters, I decided to also experiment with split POV. I quite like it, and I know this update took longer than promised but I became a social bean this weekend. Thanks, as always for the reviews. They're always helpful.

I thought I'd just jump on the bandwagon and say, if you don't like a story, then yeah, tell us. But in a constructive way. Every story is brilliant in its own way, so be nice.

I love everyone who is reading this. Xxxx

Naomi:

I've worked out I always do things the hard way. I reckon its some stupid idea my brain has that if it's more difficult for me, I'll enjoy it more. Well, message to you brain, it actually just really gets on my tits. Bear that in mind, yeah?

Especially at the moment, I'm pretty sure someone has deliberately made my life pretty fucking difficult. Even though Freddie has kind of made sense of everything – not that I'll tell him that, his ego's big enough already; at the moment I feel as if I've dug myself into a massive hole, jumped in, and continued digging. Not cool.

I know two people at this university. One is a drunken pervert, and goes by the delightful name of Cook. The other, well, lets just say, she's clearly responsible for the difficulty I find myself in. And, as if I wasn't dreading this 'introduce yourself' lecture enough already, I'm 20 minutes late, and I put my make-up on in the dark. I just caught sight of myself and I look like the joker. Fucking brilliant.

Not that I care about what I look like, I mean, who am I going to see?

Oh, and my iPod hates me. I'm not really sure how that's possible considering it's a very small and quite useless machine, but every single fucking song has made me see red. Even fucking Kylie – yes, okay, my iPod needs updating.

I just can't get you out of my head.

Yes Kylie, I agree.

Christ, I've just seen the lecture through the window and they've definitely already started. Just my fucking luck. No one is usual punctual, and I blame Freddie.

I always blame Freddie.

Okay, confidence Naomi. You don't give a fuck anyway. Just pretend you know what you're doing and don't make a scene

I swing open the door and it crashes into wall, the sound echoing around the whole hall. Oh fucking smooth you tit wank.

I hastily look at the ground as I blush.

"Ah, hello, you must be… well, actually, why don't you get us started, stand at the front and introduce yourself to the group"

Oh Christ alive in heaven. This couldn't get more embarrassing, unless my skirt was tucked into my pants – yes, I did check.

"Erm, okay, well, erm. I'm Naomi. I err, like, well, love politics actually, and I'm doing joint honours with English because I think literature is the best way to communicate political philosophy"

I stop, sensing perhaps I've gone too far, but no, lecturer in hideous purple dress is looking expectant.

I cough, nervously, and scan my eyes for Emily. She's staring at me with a very amused look on her face. Fucking hell.

"Aha, well, I'm from Bristol, where I live with my mum. She's a bit of a joke actually. Oh, and I love music. It's a part of me."

Saying that, I realise my headphones are trailing on the floor behind me, and I bend down to pick them up as purple dress continues speaking.

"Well thank you, Naomi that was so deep and insightful." Fucking Sarcasm, how dare she? She looks like she just strangled a purple ostrich and decided to wear it.

"Why don't you take a seat dear? How about on the second row, next to the girl with the red hair? That seems to be an accessible free seat"

I look up at the mention of red, and, just is my luck, she's pointing at Emily. Shit.

Okay, act normal. Nothing bad happened. Everything's going to be fine.

And purple is still talking: "now, next we'll have, well, you, next to the empty seat I just pointed out."

As I squeeze past the obese student sitting to the right of said empty seat, I notice Emily standing up. Great, now I can get her back for that smirk.

"Hi, I'm Emily Fitch. I lived in Bath until this week, and I'm so glad I've escaped to somewhere a bit more exciting" she gets a laugh from a few people in the crowd and I feel something surge within me.

Pride? Jealousy? It can't be.

"I chose to study English because I think literature is the way to see someone's soul. And politics, well, in a way you could claim that it is the truest representation of the inner thoughts of an individual. You can learn a lot from first glances, but if you find out a person's favourite book, or political position, you basically have all you need to make a fair judgement. So, I'm Emily. My favourite book is A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf, and if communism was possible, I'd then make Castro god."

No smirking from me, I was gobsmacked. She believed in Communism, like me. Maybe we had more in common that I had first anticipated.

And she shut up Mrs. Purple. Nothing could be better.

Purple, who, from looking at my course folder which was on the desk in front of me, was actually called Susan – fitting that, continued introducing various members of the extended cohort. I wasn't listening. Emily had slipped a note across the table to me, and, without meaning to, I read it eagerly.

My brain definitely doesn't coordinate with my actions.

I had about 2 hours sleep, once I'd got out of the room where you were snoring so heavily. Insightful introduction by the way, really deep.

Oh fuck you, Emily Fitch. You're too fucking witty for your own good.

Well, Miss Emily Fitch, of bath, I'm sorry I didn't out myself as a dissident feminist communist this morning. And I definitely do NOT snore.

Two can play at this game.

The notes continued throughout the duration of the long seminar, and I soon realised I really wasn't going to learn anything this year, with Emily next to me. not that I minded, the banter – which is al; that it was, obviously, just friends – kept me interested enough to stop my imagination from wandering. Which was good?

Well, I'm sorry you won't learn anything, but my company is so much better than Susan the exciting. Coffee afterwards, Nai? I'm bored and need caffeine.

That was normal right? Getting Coffee with your friend? I was tempted to text Freddie, but I trusted my own judgements – hopefully.

I think I'd prefer Susan actually; she's looking super exciting in that ostrich costume. Yes, coffee sounds good.

Good?

Yes, coffee sounds great! I need caffeine so bad. And cake. I like cake.

Keep it light and friendly. I'm good at friendly.

Emily suppressed a giggle at my description of Susan as she grabbed her bag.

Oh, the lectures over, right. I should move.

"Come on fatty, you haven't had that cake yet, you should move faster than this"

I smiled.

This girl is pretty fucking funny. I like her.

As a friend, obviously – Said my conscience.

But if I need to say that, is it really true?

Emily:

I was searching for Naomi this morning. I was worried that she wouldn't turn up, worried that I'd fucked up so spectacularly that she'd hate me forever. So when she wasn't in the hall by the start of the lecture I was really scared. My heart sank as the lecturer closed the door. I left a spare seat next to me, just in case.

And then she turned up. She didn't see me, but I was watching as she scanned the seats, looking for someone. Looking for me?

She introduced herself, and I couldn't stop the amusement showing from my smile. She looked so fucking cute. She was blushing, and, if I can say so, red was definitely her colour. Wow. I sound like Katie. Christ, I need to stop.

I nearly died when she sat down next to me – and I know it's not cool. Christ, she was beautiful.

I didn't want any awkwardness between us, so I slipped her a note, as a friend. Obviously, as a friend. Nothing else. I struggle to remember that…

Luckily, she seemed to be happy to reply. We passed notes back and forward, and I kept biting back the question I was dying to ask. Come on Emily, confidence. She's a friend. You need a friend.

Well, I'm sorry you won't learn anything, but my company is so much better than Susan the exciting. Coffee afterwards, Nai? I'm bored and need caffeine.

I wish I could mind read. It would be so useful. I'd be able to tell what Naomi was thinking, I wouldn't have to hold my breath to stop my heart beating so fast I thought I might faint.

Yes, coffee sounds great! I need caffeine so bad. And cake. I like cake.

She's so adorable. For a friend.

I smile. And then, realising suddenly that I've been so absorbed in thoughts about Naomi (if only it were allowed) that I hadn't figured out that everyone else was leaving. I grabbed my bag, looking back at Naomi to see that she was more in a daydream than me. We're a pair.

"Come on fatty, you haven't had that cake yet, you should move faster than this"

She smiled. And her eyes lit up. I think I would pay good money to see that every day.

Christ. Concentrate on friendship, yeah Ems?

I keep up the casual banter on the way to my favourite coffee place, lightly mixing in some of my best flirting techniques at the same time. There's no harm in trying, right?

"Erm, Ems, where are you taking me? We've walked past three perfectly good coffee shops now?"

I loved her nickname for me. Christ, I was falling, big time.

"Aha the thing is, my favourite coffee house in the whole of London is around the corner and I'm pretty sure it's better than any of these ones…"

"Yeah, well, it would be better still if it was Susan with me; I mean she's a total babe"

"Aha well, maybe for your first date you can come here?"

I just mentioned the d-word. Okay, this isn't a date, its just coffee. That's all Naomi thinks it is. Still, flirting a-go-go.

We arrived, Naomi dragging her feet, complaining, as usual. That's the weirdest thing to say, seeing as I've only known her 3 seconds, but it's true.

"Christ Ems, any further and I'll need alcohol to stop my limbs dropping off…"

"Yeah, well, just 'cos you're an alcy…"

I was on fire with the witty comebacks, and at least they were making her laugh.

Naomi:

"Yeah, well, just 'cos you're an alcy…"

Outraged by Emily's vicious slur on my character, I gave her a gentle push. My eyes lingered a little too long on her back, on her bum, as she climbed the steps to the door of the shop, and I found myself shaking all sorts of inappropriate thoughts out of my head.

She's a girl – but Freddie's statement echoed in my head. When had that bothered me? Okay, well, she doesn't like me like that. Girls kiss Girls all the time when drunk. We were just friends, and that's all we'd be.

With a new found friendship based confidence I bounded into the shop after Emily, jumping up next to her in the queue.

"I don't think you need any more Coffee Naomes"

Naomes? I like it. I like her.

"Well, then, I'll have a liqueur coffee, seeing as my legs are about to fall off"

"Oh I'm buying am I?" oh yes Emily Fitch, pay back for that smirk.

"Yep, I promise I'll repay you at our next coffee session" again, my brain was working without me; I'd essentially asked her out again. Asked her our? No, organised a coffee. This wasn't a date.

"Find us a table then, Miss Campbell" Emily sniggered at my name, trying to hide it behind her hand.

"I saw that, so you better 'get Fitch' if you want to beat me when I tickle-fight you later"

Tickle-fight? Naomi, you're verging on publically indecent.

I sit at a comfortable table, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the café. I had the sneaky feeling that I was subconsciously preparing myself for a date.

I guess Freddie was right. As much as I hate to say it, I think I was falling for her. Not that that would make anything any easier. I can't deal with pressure.

And I definitely don't do emotion.

Emily came back, drinks in hand, and I smiled at her. A genuine fucking smile. And it felt good. I actually felt at ease – apart from the nerves – on her company, and there was no awkwardness. It was fucking brilliant.

"Why are you laughing at me? I don't have a coffee moustache do I?"

I just giggled some more.

"No, actually you don't, yet. I'm just happy Ems. That doesn't often happen, so treasure it yeah?"

On a negative, I tend to share my feelings with this girl too much. Without meaning to. Christ. It's like a fucking limbo. Do I, don't I? Should I?

A few contented minutes past, with Emily staring at the other coffee drinkers, giving me a chance to think, no, dwell, on last night. Or more importantly, on Emily. And her kisses. Christ. I'm fucked.

"You're quiet, for the first time ever. Well, since yesterday anyway. Whatcha thinking about?"

Quite without meaning to, I lifted my eyes and stared into her brilliant brown ones.

"Last night".

Fuck. Definitely did not mean to say that. I break eye contact, embarrassed.

"Nai? Nai?" she whispers my name softly, and, when I don't answer she gently puts her hand on top of mine on the table. I look up then.

Be brave Naomi. You definitely started this conversation.

"Just, erm, well, you know. I err, well…" yes Naomi. Fucking brave. Brilliant executed and explained.

Emily chuckled: "Sorry N, I don't speak that language, could you translate?"

Deep breaths.

"I meant what I said" my heart is beating a thousand times faster than it should.

"What, about the hotness of my younger cross-dressing brother?" this gives me a bit of confidence; Emily's as scared as I am.

Fuck it, everything once. Make Freddie proud.

"I think…"

I pause, for longer than I should of. Emily's lovely eyes looking at me, expectantly.

"You. Fuck, you're beautiful, alright. And I'm fucking jealous of you if I'm honest. I bet you get all the boys"

Oh fucking brilliant Naomi. You bottled it and the chance to find out if she felt the same way.

She's still holding my hand.

"Well, I could say the same about you. I'm sure you've got every guy on campus drooling over you already."

Well. That went well.

I look back at her. And place my other hand over hers, stroking my thumb over her knuckles.

I feel so fucking disappointed that I didn't say it.

I put my coffee down on the table, stand up and move towards Emily. She looks confused,

Her bemused eyes are the last things I see before I hesitantly lean in, and close my eyes.

My lips meet hers, and my heart sours.

If this isn't right, nothing is.