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Disclaimer: Skins not mine :(

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Q Magazine photoshoot and interview.

15th May, 2015.

Emily Fitch.

• A band.

The Strokes.

• A childhood memory.

My parents used to listen Bonnie Tyler and Bruce Springsteen. A lot of Springsteen, yeah.

• The ROCK idol.

I truly love Kurt Cobain, but I think I choose Robert Smith because he was a genius.

• Which song would you want to owe and you don't.

Wish You Were Here or Nothing Else Matters.

Katie Fitch.

• A band.

Right now I'm listening Snow Patrol a lot! :)

• A childhood memory.

Bruce Springsteen (my father has all the albums, he was a huge fan).

• The ROCK idol.

Bon Jovi or Lenny Kravitz.

• Which song would you want to owe and you don't.

Mmm... this is a difficult question, but I guess that I would love to owe Don't Stop Me Now by Queen, because it cheers me up every time I listen it.

Effy Stonem.

• A band.

Radiohead.

• A childhood memory.

My brother was a huge SOAD fan. I grew up listening them.

• The ROCK idol.

Joan Jett, Janis Joplin or Blondie ;)

• Which song would you want to owe and you don't.

Hurt by Johnny Cash.

Naomi Campbell.

• A band.

Arctic Monkeys.

• A childhood memory.

Janis Joplin.

• The ROCK idol.

Mick Jagger, obviously.

• Which song would you want to owe and you don't.

Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd.

[...]

People's magazine, June 2015.

• The relationship between Katie Fitch and Hugh Royce, is it over? There are the pictures that show the famous footballer with a Brazilian model in a very compromising position.

[...]

Naomi almost spat all the coffee that was in her mouth when she read that and she started to cough.

"What the fuck." Murmured the blonde. Emily, who was making some toast, turned around and rubbed her back. "Em, have you seen this?"

Emily bitted one of the toasts and passing her arm throught Naomi's waist she asked. "What?" The blonde put the magazine on the table and Emily looked down. She opened her mouth so surprised when she read what Naomi was showing her. "No-way..."

Emily went to the living room where they had their telephone and she started to dial Katie's house number. "I wouldn't do that, babe..." Said Naomi, worried about the possible reaction that Emily could have. The redhead stared at her whilst raising an eyebrow. "OK, I haven't said anything."

"Eff, is my sist-?"

/"Katie knows it. She's so upset, you should come here."

And then, her face went pale. Naomi started to walk towards her really worried. "Right. I-I'll be there ASAP." Emily threw the telephone to the table. "Fuck!"

Naomi hugged her by the waist, sighing. "She knows."

"Of course she knows." Said Emily so angry. "She's like the yellow press queen! Fuck, I want to..."

"Shhhht, it's OK." Naomi kissed her head lazily and Emily relaxed in her arms because Naomi had that power.

Yeah... it was good but Emily was still angry. "I am so pissed with HIM, Naomi. I liked him."

"Well..." The blonde cleared her throat. "I didn't even know him but he doesn't seem so... able to have an intelligent conversation, you know."

Emily almost smiled knowing that her girl was trying to light her mood.

"You are horrible." Murmured the redhead.

Naomi smiled. "But you love me. And about Katie... I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure that Effy has cut the balls of that poor chap by now."

Emily laughed shaking her head and hugging Naomi. "Horrible and so disgusting."

"Thank you so much." Replied the blonde cheekily.

Emily caressed Naomi's cheek, smiling. "Fucking twat... if I didn't love you as I do."

"That's impossible." Said Naomi, grinning and walking to the kitchen whilst raising her fist. "I'm Emily's favorite person!"

The redhead rolled her eyes and sighed... yeah, she loved that childish girl so much.

[...]

When Katie heard the ringbell she wiped the tears she had on her eyes quickly. "Don't you dare to open the door if Campbell is outside, Eff. I look like shit."

"Kat-"

Katie shook her head. "Don't." Effy sighed, opening the door. She didn't give a fuck if Naomi was there and when the eldest twin saw the blonde she rolled her eyes. "Fan-fucking-tastic." She mumbled, disgusted.

Naomi smiled. "Nice to see you too, Katiekins." Emily and Effy stared at her, raising an eyebrow and the blonde raised her hands whilst asking Katie. She was going to try to be kind with her because Katie deserved it (after all). "How are you?"

Katie sighed. "Fucking wonderful, Naomi. I want to throw fireworks, don't you see me? Woo-hoo."

"Wow, Kats, I didn't know that you knew how to use the sarcasm." Said Naomi, smirking.

Emily sat by Katie's side and hugged her warmly. The eldest twin avoided her sisters' gaze because she was ashamed. Embarrassed by his boyfriend. EX-boyfriend, well... "That fucking moron... she's being cheating on me for three months, Ems, three fucking months and..."

"How do you know?"

Effy intervened. "Foster has called us, it seems that the Brazilian model, Vania... what was her fucking name?" She murmured, asking that question more to herself than anything.

Katie replied, anyway. "Vania Elindos. She will be covering a magazine next week. She will talk about this."

Naomi sat on the couch, too, and passed an arm through Katie's shoulder. "Isn't she that famous girl who was in Big Brother or a shit like that?" The twin nodded.

The four girls stayed in silence for a while and then Katie sighed. "I'm. So. Fucking. Pissed." She murmured, slowly. "Not about him. I can't give a fuck about him but... to cheat? Seriously?"

Effy nodded. "There are some paparazzi on the street."

"Holy shit..." Murmured Naomi, sighing. "Has Foster said som-" Katie nodded, knowing the question before Naomi said anything.

"He organized a 'stolen' with a magazine... we will be in a club dancing and Katie will have the time of her life. Textual words." Effy replied.

The girls sighed. They really didn't like that. Naomi stood up, she needed to smoke and she knew that Katie didn't stand it inside the house. Effy followed her to the little terrace where Naomi was fidgeting whilst smoking.

Inside, Katie started to sob in Emily's arms. She couldn't help it because she felt wrong. "I am so fucking... I don't know what to think about him, about us... he called me."

"When." Asked the little girl.

"Yesterday. I-I tell him to fuck off but... he told me that it wasn't as it seems and, and he said that the model was like a slut. She was finding for the perfect picture or whatever."

Emily kissed her forehead, still hugging her. "Do you trust him, Kates?"

Katie shook her head. "Not a fucking bit." She murmured.

"You are a strong girl, Katie... do you remember when we were 15 and you slapped Austin's perfect face because you thought that he was bullying me?" Katie smiled, remembering that story. They were on their 9th year and Austin was the most popular guy but the oldetwin didn't care about it. "You are a Fitch, girl..."

Katie kissed Emily's cheek so tenderly. "You are the fucking best, do you know?"

And Emily knew that Katie meant that.

[...]

Buttoned Down Disco Party, KOKO Club, London.

The next saturday. June, 2015.

"Why aren't Naomi and Eff here?"

Katie was a little bit pissed because her sister was the only person who went with her to that 'fake party' but well, at least it was something. "I don't know." Replied the younger twin taking a sip from her beer. "The last day they talked for a while, outside... I don't know about what, if you ask."

They were on an enormous VIP area in that famous club (that seemed a theatre) in London. The place was quite good, because they could talk about her things and anyone could listen. The music was loud but not loud enough and the twins definitely wanted to talk.

Obviously it was like bonding time for them because with all their sudden fame it was difficult to have some sisterly time. Emily missed her twin like crazy and Katie needed her so much in those moments.

"I do." Replied Katie and Emily raised an eyebrow. Katie knew her sister, she knew that she wanted her to 'develop' that answer. "They don't like Foster."

Emily sighed. "He's trying to set some dates for me. You know..."

"Yeah..." Katie replied. "How are you, the both of you, doing with that?"

The younger twin shrugged. She didn't really know how to answer that because the truth was that she and Naomi hadn't talked about it. Was the blonde going to feel jealous about it? She didn't know. "We are fine Katie, really fine but..."

"Does Naomi know about it?" Asked Katie.

Emily sighed. "Unfortunately... I don't know what she thinks about it, but I was the one who offered myself to do this, so it's not like she can't start to complain."

Katie stared at her, and passing an arm through Emily's shoulder she continued. "With boys." The cherry redhead nodded. "Maybe she things that you are going to play for the 'other league' again."

"She knows I love her." Said Emily, so sure about it.

It was true, Naomi knew that the little redhead loved her, and it was fantastic but... was she her girlfriend? Were they a couple?

Katie sighed, grabbing Emily's hand and standing up. "Come on, Emsy. Let's dance a little and then leave this fucking place.. I don't like too much this club."

Emily smiled then, because she didn't like it either. They were twins, after all.

[...]

"I don't like him." Said Naomi and she crossed her arms on her chest deffensive.

Emily smiled whilst sitting by her side. "As much as I. You know that I prefer blondes."

And the blonde stared at her, raising an eyebrow. "It's not funny."

The redhead sighed. Yeah, she didn't like it either, it was true but... the guy at least was nice. His name was Julien Welsch and he was a well-known DJ in the Great Britain. House music (of course) and Effy had heard something about him because the brunette was like a God, omnipotent when it comes to music. He was 26 and he was gay too, and the most hilarious thing was that Naomi knew about it. "Babe, tonight I will be here with you. That's all what matters." She murmured, kissing Naomi's lips so softly. Naomi stared at her so worried and the redhead hugged her. "Just three dates, you know how it is."

"I still don't like it, Emily." She mumbled upset and the redhead sighed... when Naomi was so stubborn it was like impossible to make her leave something, so she stood up and grabbed her coat.

Staring at the blonde, who was still crossing her arms on her chest she murmured. "See you later."

Naomi closed her eyes when she listened the crash of the door. The blonde didn't like that. She was being ridiculous so she stood up, opening the door to see Emily smoking, on the stairs. The redhead turned around, Naomi was resting on the door crossing her arms.

"I am your key and I want to be that key for a long long time, ¿OK?" Emily nodded, smiling. "See you later, gnome."

And that time it was Emily who listened the door, but she smiled.

They were good.

They were OK, that was the most important thing.

[...]

People's magazine headlines, July 2015.

◆ Emily Fitch, from Skins and DJ Julien Welsch, together?

◆ Has Katie Fitch forgot Hugh Royce?

[...]

Dublin, Ireland. 28th June, 2015.

(Phantom Radio, 105.2, Dublin).

- So here we are again with the popular band, Skins! There's some people here on the web who is asking: what do you consider that a person should have so that you can date him?

(They laughed).

Effy: Well... I think I don't do dates since I was a teen.

Katie: Yeah, quite a badass you are. (Effy laughed, slapping her arm). I don't know how to answer that question right now.

Naomi: I think that it has something to do with the person, you know... suddenly you know someone and it clicks. If you don't have that spark, it's like... 'useless' to date someone if you don't have this thing.

- Awww... but right now, Emily for example is dating someone.

(Emily nodded and she stared at Naomi.)

Emily: But I think like her, yeah... you can have so much things in common with a person but if you don't feel anything it's pointless. I guess I'm just a lucky girl that has found those little things.

(Naomi grabbed Emily's hand under the table and squeezed it. She wanted so bad to say: 'it's like to find the perfect key to open a lockpad but she shut up. She just hoped Emily knew).

[...]

Emily was reading, sitting on her couch. Naomi had an interview with a famous music magazine, because she was in the list of the 'Best guitarists of 2014' and the redhead was so glad about it. And proud about her.

When she heard the door, she smiled. Naomi was caressing her wrist, which was bandaged. Emily stared at the blonde's arm, worried about that bandage. "What has happened babe?" She said, pecking Naomi's lips.

The blonde just smirked. "If I had known that this hurts so much, I don't know if-"

"What are you talking about?" Asked Emily concerned and the blonde took off the tape carefully.

When Emily saw that, she opened her mouth totally surprised. "Naomi, you are... I... God, I fucking love you." She kissed her, passionately, and when the blonde hugged her she didn't remember what she had on the wrist, so she cried in pain.

"Fucking Lord!"

Emily laughed whilst caressing Naomi's face and smiling. She stared at the wrist, then.

It was so fucking beautiful.

Naomi had a key tattooed in the same spot where Emily had the lockpad, it was the most beautiful thing anyone had done for Emily in all her life. "Em, I know you love tattoos and you are thinking on covering all your body with them and trust me, it's like the sexiest thing ever but..."

Emily smiled, purring. "Awww have they hurt you, babe?" Naomi nodded whilst pouting, and the little redhead kissed her again so sweetly. Then, she murmured. "I don't mind... if you want just that one, that's it. I love you so fucking much, OK?" Naomi nodded. "And I am your lockpad."

"I know." Mumbled the blonde, and Emily hugged her. "I fucking know."

[...]

RockLobsterEms posted a photo on Twitter: matching ink ;D Naomikinss

2th July, 2015. 19:40

[...]

Effy laughed when she saw the picture. She was drinking a beer in her couch so relaxed and she tipped her reply.

carefreeffy on Twitter: Crazy people havin' matching tattoos LOL! (But I really love them).

2th July, 2015. 20:01

Katie entered in the living when Effy placed her mobile phone on the couch, sighing. "You won't believe what our blonde have just made."

"Surprise me." Said Katie, sitting on the couch and placing two dishes with Caesar salad on their coffee table.

Effy smiled, staring at her food. She was starting to think that she couldn't live without that little girl by her side, but then, it wasn't the point. They were talking about 'Naomily' and it was serious. "A tattoo. A fucking key on her wrist."

And the twin started to laugh because it was hilarious. "They are becoming an emetic couple."

"Foster will neuter them when he'll see that, if he haven't seen it already."

Although the expression had been incredibly funny, Katie swallowed. Fuck... "It's like if they were laughing on his fucking face.

"You know what?" Said Effy, grabbing her salad and a fork. "Fuck him. Seriously. When do our contract with him end?"

Katie smiled. "January."

"That long?" The twin nodded, grabbing her Caesar salad and starting to eat. They fell on a comfortable silence and when Effy finished eating she laid on the couch, her head on Katie's lap. "He's an asshole."

"I agree." Said Katie, switching on the TV. Effy smiled because she liked that comfort with Katie. That homely routine.

Katie... well, Katie was so scared of that comfort that she decided to shut up, biting her lip and seeing how Effy breathed whilst watching TV with her.

'She is your best friend, this is normal. Fuck you, Katie Fitch. You are screwing it up but so well...'

"Eff."

"Hmmm?" Replied the brunette, who was falling asleep.

Katie cleared her throat. "I need the loo."

Effy stared at her and then, sighed. "You and your fucking timing..." She said standing up.

Katie didn't go to the bathroom.

Instead of that, she stole a fag from Effy's pack and she went outside.

She grabbed her mobile phone and started to tip some numbers. "Fuck... why the fuck I am doing this..." She mumbled to herself.

/"What th-?"

Katie sighed, lighting her fag. "Listen to me fucking blonde. Emily can't know that I am calling you OK? So if you went to tell her, just forget it."

They stood on silence for a while and then, Katie heard a door and a sigh. /"OK... what do you want?"

And the twin rolled her eyes because she was going to trust her with a big issue. "I need to talk with you about something.

/"And..."

Katie huffed, angry. "If you aren't going to help me just say it, I feel like I am wasting my-"

/"Will you relax for a fucking moment, please? Breathe in, breathe out... you know." She wanted to tell her to fuck off. So bad. So bad that she was actually nailing (with her nails, yeah) on the palm of her hands. /"Sounds like a coffee in the garage."

"Fine. I'll text you tomorrow, OK?" Naomi nodded, making a sound.

/"OH... and I don't fucking now why are you calling me. If it's something serious, your sister woul-"

"Will you shut up or..."

/"OK, OK..." Naomi sighed. /"See you tomorrow."

Katie hung up the phone and sighed, throwing the cigarette to the floor.

She sat on the ladders of the door of their house, she was really nervous.

She couldn't help but think; what the fuck she was doing?

[...]

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