Thanks a lot for the reviews, they were so nice to read and I'm glad you guys are still enjoying the story! Sorry it took me most of the day to get another chapter up, I was so tired last night that I didn't have chance to make a start on the chapter and I actually struggled with it a little. It's a little shorter than I would have liked, but I'm sure you'll survive. Got a busy afternoon so I won't be able to post again til this evening...but keep your eyes peeled!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...if I did season 3 cast would be in it forever and ever.

Emily was on her hands and knees, her eyes staring into Naomi's, a flirtatious smile spread across her face. It was perfect. Naomi reached forwards and let their lips touch. But it wasn't Emily she was kissing, it was James. She noted the irony and let her hands run through the back of his hair. She wanted to want him. She wanted to feel physically attracted to him. She wanted to feel close enough to let him into her heart, into her body, but every time he touched her, she thought of Emily. Every waking moment was filled with the girl she loved. When she woke up she thought about the times they'd woken up together, throughout the day every little thing would remind her of what she no longer had; no Emily waiting outside her lessons, no Emily to eat lunch with and no Emily to tell her to reapply her makeup when it smudged. James didn't care about the little things, the things that made her love Emily the more she did them. He didn't know how to make her feel special or how to make her feel like she was a living, breathing person and not just a surviving one. He was a boy who she had felt attracted to, sure. But he didn't give her a reason to get up in the morning. Most of all, he wasn't Emily.

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"Stop," she gasped, putting a hand against his chest to keep him at arms length.

"What now?" he sighed.

"Don't sound so pissed off."

"I'm sick of the go around, you want me, you don't want me, do you even know what the fuck you want?"

Did she even know what she wanted? She didn't think so. But she wouldn't admit that to him. He'd hit the nail on the head and it had left her shaken. She didn't like someone knowing her better than herself. Except Emily.

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"Is that why your friends don't talk to you?" he continued, not realising how much he was hurting her.

"It's complicated."

"It always is with you women," he rolled his eyes.

Naomi felt tears beginning to build in her eyes. She felt anger and resentment at his comments. Then she watched him walk out of the room and she realised that she didn't care if he never walked back in again.

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The room was silent. The house was empty. Naomi lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She wanted to cry but her body already felt exhausted as though she'd spent weeks sobbing. An unfamiliar pain had rooted itself in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't explain it but she knew she felt disgusted. Disgusted at the way she had acted. For once her life had been going well, Emily was great, their relationship was everything she'd dreamt a relationship would be. But she'd been selfish. She had acted like the bitches she didn't like; throwing away her chance of love and friendship for the sake of a guy who only really showed an interest in sex. She had allowed her life to self destruct and when she had the chance to stop the bomb going off, she chose to wait until it was too late, letting the explosion hit her square in the chest, bringing Emily down hardest. She wondered if, had she believed in a god, this would mean she would end up in hell. She couldn't believe the pain she'd put Emily through or the stupid things she had done to further fuel the flames. Emily had relied on her to be there, to love her and instead she'd let her down.

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The hospital smelled like hospitals; a level of cleanliness that would make OCD sufferers happy. The pale walls were depressing and the constant noises up and down almost every corridor made Naomi wonder how anyone stayed sane working or staying there. She wasn't even sure why she'd come. She'd got a call off Effy not long after James had left, informing her that Emily was taken there after a night out. The moment Effy said hospital and Emily in the same sentence, Naomi felt weak. Her first thought was of worry and then regret that she couldn't be there to comfort the girl she loved. Then she realised she could be there, if she wanted to, if Emily wanted her to. She considered calling Katie, but knew her response to the question would be aggressive, rather than the indifference she would have hoped for. So turning up at the hospital was her only hope.

"What are you doing here?" Katie asked, her fists clenched as she walked down the corridor looking ready to kill.

"I heard about Ems, is she okay?"

"No thanks to you," Katie snarled, staring her down.

"This is not my fault, I wasn't there,"

Katie shook her head, barely listening to her, "Everything's your fault." Naomi scoffed.

She knew everything was her fault. She knew it was her fault that Emily was heartbroken, it was her fault that James was pissed off and it was her fault that Katie hated her more than she did before they even became friends. She had fucked up not only her life, but the lives of everyone around her. But that didn't mean she wanted to walk away and leave Emily to clean up after her. Katie sat down on a chair outside of Emily's room, a magazine in her hands and a piece of chewing gum in her mouth. It looked like she was there for the long term and not just to stop Naomi from entering the room. Naomi walked away. She knew her chances of getting to see Emily were slim, but she hung around the corner anyway just in case. Eventually Katie got up and disappeared into the toilets, giving Naomi the opportunity she needed to sneak into Emily's room.

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