Thank you for the reviews, it seems that an overwhelming majority (aka 99-9% of you) seem to want a happy ending for our favourite couple. I'm still pondering the possibilities and wondering if a third part is possible. But right now my brain won't think of ideas, except a couple that don't seem that nice.
Just a small warning, it's a bit descriptive later on, so don't eat anything while reading this chapter. Also, sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.
A strong smell of tobacco filled the air. Emily looked around for the person smoking in the queue to the club. She caught sight of the cigarette, then rolled her eyes as Katie screamed and jumped into the arms of the smoker, her boyfriend. They kissed, his hands all over her in a greasy slimy way that made Emily think she was on to something being gay. She ignored the slobbering and moaning coming from behind her as she entered the club. The music was loud and the lights were flashing all around, she felt exhilarated, excited for what the evening could hold. A man wrapped his arm around her shoulder and sneezed into her ear, she swore at him and pulled herself away.
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"Can I have a vodka and coke?" she asked the bar staff then paid for her drink. It felt cool running down her throat, a welcomed relief from the heat of the room. It filled her head with a layer of alcohol related fog. It was the tenth night in a row that she'd ended up at some party, drinking alcohol and dancing the night away. She didn't usually go out every night with college, but ever since the incident she decided to change her patterns.
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It helped that Naomi and James were a couple and that he hung around her neck, displaying his affection publically. Every time she saw him touch her, or kiss her, she wanted to do something to remove the image from her mind. Sometimes she would watch them together from afar. He would whisper into her ear and she would giggle like it was the funniest thing in the world. But Emily didn't find any of it funny. Katie often caught her looking and questioned her motive, but she had become very good at hiding her feelings, lying to herself as well as those around her.
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Emily let the music flow through her, her body moving to the rhythm. She felt free in the middle of the dance floor; free from people assuming how she felt, free from prejudice of the few at college who didn't like that she was gay, but mostly free from Naomi and the pain she had locked up inside. She felt two arms wrap around her stomach and she swayed to the music, not caring who was so close she could smell the aftershave soaked into his skin. She looked up into his eyes and stared at the deep grey pupils. She let his mouth come down to cover hers, his tongue quickly slipping into her mouth. It felt horrible, it tasted horrible and she felt like she was going to be sick. He called after her as she ran towards a door, she didn't know if it was the toilets, she didn't care.
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The smoking patio sat behind the club, behind the door she had mistaken for the toilets. It didn't matter because she didn't need to go and the sick feeling had gone as soon as she'd hit the fresh air. Her face felt flushed and a layer of sweat was covering her body. She asked a nearby girl for a cigarette and puffed on the tobacco mix in her mouth. She didn't really smoke normal cigarettes, but she felt like she had to pretend to smoke just to stand in the patio. That wasn't the case as there were several people just talking, away from the noise of the club.
"Who would you rather kiss; Lindsay Lohan or Brad Pitt?" a brunette guy asked the girl who'd given her a cigarette.
"Isn't it obvious? LiLo all the way." she laughed, then he asked the question again, looking to Emily for an answer. She shrugged her shoulders then said the first thing to come out of her mouth.
"Lindsay Lohan, why anyone would want to kiss Brad Prick or any guy for that matter is beyond me? No offence."
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It took a minute for the two to react and in that time Emily regretted what she said instantly. She wasn't afraid of admitting she was gay, but she wasn't as anti-men as she just sounded. Her answer came off well and they both laughed out loud. Emily tried to laugh along with them, but she felt faint. She held on to the wall beside her to stop her from falling over. After a while Michael, as he had introduced himself, disappeared back into the club. But Simone decided to stay outside because 'the company is good'. Emily smiled, not sure what was going to happen as a result. But she felt nervous, sickly. She had only been with one girl and that was Naomi, she was her experiment in middle school and she was her first and only girlfriend or boyfriend to date. Now she was stood on the cusp of something new. The possibility of kissing a girl she didn't know, let alone didn't know if she liked.
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The first kiss was easy, it was different to Naomi's, but it was similar. She wondered if that was what kissing women was like. Then Simone kissed her again, deeper, more passionate and longer. It felt good to kiss someone who didn't make her want to be sick. It wasn't that the guy she'd kissed was male, but more that he wasn't Naomi and she hadn't been expecting it. The kiss intensified and she could feel Simone pushing her hand under her skirt, looking for more than just a kiss. Emily took a deep breath, trying to process what was happening when she was interrupted.
"Ew, check the lezzers out in the corner, can't you get a guy?"
Emily took a step backwards, the voice recognisable to only those who knew him. She turned to face her sister's boyfriend as he continued to make homophobic comments. Katie appeared behind him, completely unaware of what had just happened.
"You wanna go somewhere else?" Simone asked Emily, she told her she'd meet her inside in a few minutes.
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Katie stared at her sister, a look of confusion spread across her face. Emily told her what Vik had said and she just shrugged her shoulders.
"Aren't you going to say anything? Your so called boyfriend obviously doesn't agree with my lifestyle choice."
"He's not against gay people Ems, he's just drunk," Katie defended him.
Emily rolled her eyes. "Are you sure about that?"
"Course, he's never said it before."
"Did you even tell him I'm a lesbian?" she asked, almost spitting the question out with anger.
"No, it's none of his business."
"Except that I'm your twin sister and he's your boyfriend."
There was an expression on Katie's face that Emily knew too well, a look of defensiveness that she put up when she knew she was in the wrong. To the average person it appeared confident, but to Emily, it was fake. She let Katie walk away, let her win the argument for her good, rather than Emily's. Katie could be feisty, she could bite the tongue off most bitches, but she also had her flaws and her biggest was the need to think she'd won when she was far from winning.
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The toilets were quite clean, except for the odd piece of toilet roll hanging around the floor. It was a cliché, but Emily had taken a couple of shots and was feeling light headed. Simone pulled her into a cubicle. There were still a couple of girls in the toilets, but she knew none of them would bat an eyelid at girls sharing a toilet cubicle, especially after a few drinks. It made her giggle knowing she was about to do something that many girls wouldn't expect to happen in the girls loos. Simone pulled the toilet lid down and sat on top, pulling Emily towards her and kissing her lips. They kissed hungrily, fighting the urge not to rip each others clothes off. She'd never had sex with anyone but Naomi. Emily didn't feel scared, she didn't feel nervous, until it dawned on her that she didn't feel anything. She didn't care about Simone, she didn't like her and she certainly didn't love her. But she let this woman, this stranger who she'd only just met remove her top and push her up against the wall of the cubicle in a passionate embrace.
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The door closed behind Simone after a quick goodbye. She hadn't left a number and Emily hadn't given her one either. Her knees were weak and when she tried to stand, she fell to the floor, her knees resting in something she hoped was water. Locking the cubicle door again, Emily sat down against it. Her head was a mess of emotions. She had sex with a woman she didn't know and she felt nothing. When she'd had sex with Naomi, she felt an ache to be beside her, a hunger to be with her and a tug of her heart every time she heard or spoke her name. Naomi was part of her and she was part of Naomi. Without her she was broken and part of her had gone away. All the emotions of the last few months came flooding back; the betrayal, the kiss, the choice.
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Her mobile phone beeped in her pocket and she looked at the screen. Her eyes were blurring and she could feel her body become weak. All the thoughts she had locked away, all the feelings she had avoided feeling, filled her head all at once and she felt sick to the stomach. Naomi, Simone, Naomi, James, Naomi. It all came back to the same thing, the same person. It was rising up inside of her, like water filling the engine room of a boat. She was getting fuller and fuller until there wasn't enough room and her thoughts started to overflow. She lifted the toilet seat just in time to watch her inside fly down the toilet. Her gut wrenched, pain stabbing her stomach and her throat. She choked out a cry and let her stomach overflow again. She kept going until she began to dry heave. Her face was red, her body shaking from the cold. She reached to her phone to call Katie and barely made it back to the toilet, gagging again. Katie's voice was shouting into the phone, but she could barely hear it. Sweat was forming on her forehead. Her last thoughts were of Naomi as she felt her eyes close and her body slide to the floor in a heap.
AN: Thanks for reading and I hope you'll leave a comment so that I can wake up in the morning to lots of thoughts and feelings about this chapter. You know you want to say something... :-p