Author's Note: Wow, thanks for the encouraging words guys. A huge thank you to ROCKtheMEDIA, Evon, Marmalade Meredith, iMakesPaxtch, LovelessNprescott, katrina, iwetta, FreakFlagFlyin, D, ruthiee, 2k10cathy, Jannis, javi, Anonymous-Obsession13, anyaskins, phantomfundraiser, and coolbeans17. Also, I'd like to give a special thanks to nikinak13 for the very inspiring message. Also, I really love your fic Goa. Sorry about the long list of names. Much love to you all. Emily's POV. On with the show!

Skins doesn't belong to me.

Naomi was indeed let out of the hospital the next day. Apparently the seizure has no obvious cause. It was random. They said they only see reason for concern if it happens again. We are now in my car surrounded by a very awkward silence. What do you say to someone you've just met, but have already had sex with twice? That doesn't mean I've changed my mind about her staying with me. There's still something about her I can't quite put my finger on, but it's not a bad thing.

'All of my clothes are at my house.' She says almost inaudibly.

'Would you like me to drive you there to get them?' She shakes her head no. 'Well then what do you propose we do about that?'

'I guess I'll just buy new ones.' Her eyes are downcast and I can tell she is struggling to keep al of her emotions in check.

'I'm sorry.' I say. She looks up at me quizzically. 'About Anthony. Nobody should have to go through that. Especially not someone as beautiful as you.' She looks up at me with a small smile gracing her face mixed with a look of surprise. I look back toward the road to try to hide the inevitable blush that is now undoubtedly spread across my cheeks.

'It's not your fault. It's no one's fault but his.' She mutters the last part, immediately looking sad again. I can feel my blush start to fade, but the silence has returned. Although this time it isn't as awkward.

'Anyways, about buying new clothes. That's nonsense. We'll go and get yours.' I say with determination. The look of pure fear on her face is almost enough for me to change my mind and buy her a whole new wardrobe. Almost.

'I, we, I mean, I can't, he'll-'

'Naomi.' I cut off her rambling. 'We can. You can. Not today though. For now we can just go back to mine and relax, okay?' She looks absolutely defeated.

'Yeah, alright.' She mutters quietly.

We arrive at my house, yes house, and I bring Naomi in. Like I said once before, I live a comfortable life outside of my job. I may be just a prostitute on the streets, but the money is great. Not that I need it, my parents are loaded. My mother will give me all the money in the world if I want, so that her name isn't soiled. She thinks her kids are a direct representation of her, so none of us can ever slip out of her hold. Oh yeah, I also have a twin, Katie. She is unfortunately just as stuck up as my mother. I also have a pervy little shit of a brother, James.

Back to my house. It's gorgeous really. I won't go into detail, but it's enough to make Naomi's jaw drop upon entry. 'Tea? Coffee?' I offer nonchalantly, choosing to ignore the look of incredulity on her face.

'Ummm, uh, yeah. Coffee would be great.' She tries to recover, quickly changing her face to a seemingly stoic expression.

'Naomi, darling, come in here after you wipe your drool up off the floor.' I shout from the kitchen with a small smirk on my face. She walks in toting along a blush that puts mine to shame. 'Milk, sugar?' I offer.

'No thanks, black please.' I make a face at her. 'What?' She asks defensively. 'It's what I like.'

'Yeah, alright then.' I hand her the mug of coffee and bring her into my living room. I've decided that if I'm going to let this stranger live in my house, I'm going to get to know her. Then, if she is worthy, which I know she will be, I will tell her about myself. 'So, Naomi.' Her head snaps up to meet my eyes. 'What do you do for a living?'

'Um, I'm a lawyer.'

'Right. Favorite color?'

'Brown.' She answers immediately.

'Brown?' I ask somewhat disbelievingly mixed with a bit of sarcasm.

'Yeah, problem?'

'Well brown is just so, blech.' I say. We both burst out laughing at the noise I just made.

'I like brown. Next question.'

'Favorite television show?'

'Desperate Houswives.' I laugh at this. She just looks at me questioningly.

'You just don't seem like the type.'

The questioning went on like this, and by the time I was done, I had learned her favorite food is spaghetti bolognese, she has a borderline obsession with Lily Allen, her favorite flower is a gardenia, plus a bunch of other random facts about the wonderful Naomi Campbell.

By the time we were done I looked at the clock and realized I had to get ready for work. 'Oh shit, Naoms I have to get ready for work.' A look of disappointment flickered across her face, but it was gone as soon as it had come. 'Let me just show you to your room.'

She followed me up the stairs to her new room. When I opened the door her jaw dropped. 'This is my room?'

'Yeah, is it bad?' I asked worriedly.

'No, it's gorgeous.' She said breathlessly. She turned to face me and launched herself at me, engulfing me in a strong hug. 'Thank you so much Emily.' She whispered.

'It's no problem. Well, I have to go. Make yourself at home. Feel free to use or eat anything you want.'

'Thanks so much, Ems. I mean it.'

'I know.'

So this is sort of just an introduction to the dynamic of Naomily's relationship. And so the plot thickens.