Author's Note: So, same old song, thanks for the reviews and alerts and all that. I just want to clarify that this fic will be mainly about the development or lack thereof of Naomi and Emily's relationship. I won't be doing too many scenes about Emily's job, but it will come into play. A job like hers can obviously create some problems in a blooming relationship.

This one is Naomi's point of view to sort of establish how she's feeling about everything. Also, I hate to bring the red hair into this because it seems clichéd at this point, but I think it just fits. Plus, Kathryn Prescott's hair was an amazing shade of red. Kaythanksbye.

Skins, not mine. This story, is.

All I see is red. Red used to represent anger, hatred, spite, blood, but now it's so much more. Passion, lust, romance, seduction, love. I'm seeing red in a whole new way all because of Miss Emily Fitch.

When I'm with her, I feel like a better person, you know? Like I can do anything. But when I'm not with her, I feel vulnerable and scared. I don't know what that means, but right now I don't care. I don't think I could properly function without her. Pathetic, really. I've only just met the girl. She's just amazing.

Right now I'm curled up in my bed, foetal position FTW. Emily's at work. I don't like her job. Jealousy ignites in my core when she leaves. Jealousy and disgust. God, not at her! At the people who use prostitutes. Yes, use. So, yes, I'm disgusted with myself. I know I have reasons, and so do other people. I still think it's wrong. I know, total hypocrite I am. I guess my perspective's changed now that I know Emily.

I think Emily is home. Either that or Anthony's come to murder me. I certainly hope it's the former. Anthony. I haven't even thought about him. I'll save those thoughts for later.

I walk downstairs because I don't honestly think I'll be getting sleep anytime soon. I am greeted by a very exhausted looking Emily. Her shoulders are slumped and her head is down. I don't even think she's seen me yet.

'Ems.' I whisper. Her head whips up at the sound of my voice. A tired smile graces her features when she sees me.

'Hey.' She says, he voice hoarse. 'What are you still doing up?'

'Couldn't sleep.' I answer. I walk over and envelop her in a hug. I don't know if I should have, but it feels right. She immediately wraps her arms around my waist and squeezes me tightly. After what feels like seconds, but I'm sure was really minutes, I take her hand and guide her upstairs. I can tell she's exhausted, but she needs a shower. Don't fancy a repeat of yesterday. For the record, I sleep naked. I woke up in the middle of the night and took my clothes off, hence how I ended up naked.

I walk Emily into the bathroom and turn on the shower to get warm. I turn back around and start taking her clothes off. I don't think she can do it herself at this point. She's past caring, however. I help her into the shower, and then leave her to get clean.

Should I stay in here, or go back into my room? Fuck it, I'm not getting any sleep if I'm by myself, so I'm staying here. I crawl into the same side I slept on last night, and am immediately soothed by the smell of Emily. As I start to drift off to sleep, I hear the shower shut off. I get up and go to Emily's wardrobe. I pull out shorts and tank tops for both of us. No, I'm not going to be sleeping naked with Emily again. Yet. She walks out in a towel and I hand her the clothes.

We change in silence and Emily doesn't even question it when I crawl into her bed. I curl up to her and wrap my arms around her, and she immediately reciprocates by putting hers around me. We both eventually drift off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

I wake up after the best night of sleep I've had, well, ever. The amazing sleep is made better by the fact that me and Emily are still curled up together. Do friends do this? Sleep like this together? I'm sort of a loner, never really had many friends. The few I made got fed up with my ice-queen bullshit. I don't mean to push people away, but they always hurt you in the end. They leave you high and dry when you need them the most. Also, people never change. Ever.

Anyways, back to me and Emily. I feel a really strong connection with her, and it is so easy to slip into a relationship with her. Whether that be a romantic one or not, I'm not sure yet. I hope it is, honestly. I don't know what would be worse; only being friends with Emily or not having Emily at all. Actually not having Emily at all would be worse tenfold. She's different, and I think she gets me. I get her. I have to talk to her today.

I don't know how long I've been sat here staring at Emily, and I don't care. She's so beautiful. I hope she knows that. I'll have to tell her. She's waking up I think. I'm greeted by the beautiful chestnut eyes that I can't imagine not seeing every day.

'Morning.' She greets me. Now's a good a time as any, eh?

'You're beautiful.' She looks at me curiously, but her expression softens when she sees that I'm totally serious.

'So are you Naoms.' I smile at her and she answers me with a brilliant one of her own. 'Hungry?' She asks.

'Hmm, I think so, yes.' She giggles at this. I mock pout at her, but can't help breaking out into a huge cheesy grin.

'Alright, let's go get some food then. I'm starved.'

'Didn't have enough to eat last night, then?' I spit at her. As soon as the words are out I wish I could take them back. That was so uncalled for. I feel like crying. Why am I so stupid? I hate myself. She looks upset. 'Ems, I di-'

'Forget it Naomi. Just, never mind.'

'I'm such a fucking twat.' I mutter. She starts to giggle, and I look up at her shocked. 'You weren't supposed to hear that.' I whisper sheepishly. 'Breakfast?' I ask hopefully. She nods at me so I grab her hand and drag her out of bed.

Emily is stood at the stove cooking pancakes for us, and I still feel like I need to apologize.

'Ems?' I ask quietly.

'Mhm?'

'I'm sorry. I really am.'

'I just thought you were different Naomi. I thought you understood.'

'I do!' I shout a little bit too enthusiastically judging by Ems jump. 'I mean, I think I do. Well I don't really. Why do you do it, Em?' She sighs and shuts off the stove.

'I need the money.'

'Now, I know that much isn't true.' I look at her, daring her to lie to me again. She relents.

'When I'm at work, I feel wanted, needed. Like a police officer or a fire fighter, you know? Like without me there, people would be just as lost in their life as I am in mine. I don't need the money; far from it. My parents, my mum actually, would give me as much money as I need. She doesn't want her kids to soil her oh so perfect reputation. I feel so trapped by her. That's the other part of why I do it. To spite her, in a way. Trying to let her know that she doesn't own me, you know? Except she doesn't even know what I do, but it doesn't stop it from making me feel better.'

'Wow.' Is all I can say. Emily looks on the verge of tears, so I get up and walk over to her. She practically collapses into my arms. She sobs. I try not to cry. She needs me to be strong for her. I think I've fallen for this girl. Her pain is my pain, and that is like the final nail in the coffin.

Note: So, what'd you think? Sorry for ending it there, it has taken me a good part of the day to get this out, and I didn't want to wait any longer. For the record, I find it much easier to write from Naomi's perspective because I feel like she does about a lot of things. Mainly the people suck and always leave you. Oh, and the people never change, personal experience. So, let me know what you thought, suggestions, criticisms, whatever you want. Next chapter will be Emily's perspective as of right now, I think. I need to in order to properly develop the story. Cheers!