Hey guys! 100+ reviews! I LOVE YOU. Seriously, I'm so glad people are enjoying this.

So, as you probably know, I love music. And I thoroughly enjoyed incorporating it into the last chapter, so I did it again. Because I wanted to. You're probably gonna want to check out the song too - Princeton Ave by Issues. As always, thanks for reading.

Hope you enjoy :)

Oh, PS! - Anyone seen the new scenes from Fire on Youtube? Am I allowed to say I'm disappointed in Naomi? :( I never expected Effy to be the adult between the two of them, I hope Emily smartens her up. Sorry. I just had to... yeah. Don't hate me ok? Look! New Chapter below! Now you can't be mad :D

Naomi POV

"Do you miss her?"

"Yeah. More than anything."

"So, why did you break it off?"

She sighs. "I didn't, she did."

I'm shocked, because I know Sept adored the hell out of Emily. I'd say it was exactly on par with me. She sees the confusion in my face and speaks again, sighing as she does so.

"She said she couldn't marry me because she had feelings for Effy, and thought being friends was a better alternative."

I choke out my drink in shock, and I thank every god I could think of for shielding Emily from my response. Though, this would be good news for Effy, I think. "Are you fucking- Really? Effy?!"

Emily looks down and replies calmly "She was lying, Naomi."

"Why?" It doesn't make sense. Why would she lie about liking Effy?

"I don't know. Because she is utterly amazing and I didn't deserve her. The point is, she is always like this."

She adds as an afterthought, "They could be fucking twins, you know."

"Who could?"

"She and Eff" Emily says. I start to realize that her calmness is more like, sadness. She looks up at me then, and smiles, as if remembering something. When she speaks, I know I was right.

"When we first met" She begins "It shocked the hell out of me, because she was beautiful. You know? She's got these eyes... she sees me. She could always see me." She leans back in her chair and brushes some strands of hair out of her face. You wouldn't think it, but that simple action sends chills down my spine.

"And I had never really noticed anyone else before. She was edgy and smart, witty and funny. Like you. She was brave, and I liked it. And she was a lot like Eff, she knows what's going on in my head when I don't. I remember once she even told me that you and I could be destined for each other, that it just wasn't the right time or something." She plays with the string from her tea bag before continuing. "But when she was around me... I don't know. She reminded me of myself a little, like way back when. Afraid of my own bloody shadow!" She laughs. "She was tentative, nervous. It was strange, seeing such a strong girl falter around me."

"What do you mean?" I ask. "You did the same thing to me"

She smiles at the memory, before putting her hand on mine and squeezing tightly before responding "You were a cunt about it, Naomi. She was different" I know she is taking the piss, and I don't take it personally. She was right after all, I am a bit of a cunt sometimes.

I smile back at her after giving her one of my famous Campbell eye rolls, and nod for her to continue. She takes a breath before continuing.

"She helped me get over you. It was a tough go, it always was. But, I think if anyone could help; she'd be the best at it"

I start to apologize before she silences me again. "She has more love in her than I have ever seen. When we met, she hid it. She wasn't herself and I could tell she hated it. As much as she helped me, I realized that as she blossomed with me; I helped her too. And I will always love her, Naomi. You have to understand that."

"I do" I squeak out. I do, I get it. They really were great together, sometimes I think I was put on this earth to fuck up people's lives.

"If it makes you feel any better, when I came round that time... I thought I was going to get a threesome." I shrug. Oh, Naomi. Always the comedian.

It was Emily's turn to spit out her drink, though I wasn't as lucky; a bit of her drink landed on my arm. She grabs a napkin quickly and rubs at my sleeve before saying "What the fuck?!" really loudly. I'm pretty sure she woke the dead.

"'Course!" I laughed "She's well fit, and I thought I could turn on the charm, bring a bottle of wine, do a little convincing..."

She lets out a laugh at that, one of those deep ones that seem to resonate in the pit of your stomach.

"You are just as perverted as James, do you know that?"

I smirk "Yeah, I guess. But he always did wear more dresses than me."

We both laugh in unison, remembering the awkward time I had stopped by the Fitch home, only to be greeted by a sultry looking James Fitch wearing a silky red dress. Shame he was the one wearing it and not Emily. If that were the case I probably would have had to run my hands up her legs and under the bottom hem of that dress...

I'm brought out of my embarrassingly perverted fantasy with Emily waving her hands in front of my face, confusion evident in her features.

"He still asks after you, you know." She says after a moment.

"Did he ever meet Sept?" I ask, blissfully unaware of the answer.

"No" She bows her head. "I never had the courage to bring her round, though she never pushed. She was good like that."

"Yeah." Is about all I can manage.

It's quiet now, and suddenly a light bulb goes off in my head. I stand up, usher Emily to her feet, and let out an overly excited "Come on!" and take her hand. I know exactly what I'm going to do, though I don't know why I never thought of it before.

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Katie POV

She was fucking brilliant. The crowd went insane, and I was shocked to hear the kind of sound that came out of her. Usually she is really soft when she sings - which I quite like - but this time she was so passionate. And there was this group of guys watching her while she played on stage. It made me nervous, but then I saw one of them holding a guitar case; so I assume it was just to appreciate the music. Either that or they wanted to try and pull her when she was done. If that's the case, good luck fellas.

She bowed to the crowd, and I see her face is beat red. She's blushing, and it's strange; because she was just so confident a second ago. She looks to me then, smirks, and sends me a little wink before she unplugs her guitar and heads off to the back of the pub. What was that about? I want to follow, but I notice a tingling sensation in my right forearm. I look up at the perpetrator of the feeling, when I am silenced completely. On the other end of that slender hand gripped lightly on my arm, is a beautiful woman. And not just any woman, I've seen her before. At the airport, I think to myself. So that's why she winked at me, thanks for the warning, September.

"Hi, Katie" She says.

You're still touching my arm. You remember my name? Why is it so hot in here? How did you get here? How did you find me? Why the fuck can't I remember your name?!

Those guys from before have taken to the stage now, though one of them is missing. And I can hear that the pub has turned on some music, I guess to kill some time before these guys do their set. I hear some heavy guitar and a guy singing softly, flowing out of the ceiling speakers into the pub as people go about their business. Chatting up, flirting, playing pool; and of course drinking.

Tell me why you left, tell me where you went

tell me why am I worth the lines

tell me all you want, keep me holding on

Tell me lies, tell me why

"How's your tongue?"

I feel my eyes bug out of their sockets, because it feels as if I had just said aloud what my head screamed at me. My tongue is fine, but I bet yours is soft and warm. What the fuck!

And on cue, she laughs; and I really do question if I actually said that to her.

"You burnt it on coffee, remember? We met at the airport?"

I nod, and miraculously find the confidence to form a full sentence. "Yeah, I remember. I just can't remember your name." I smile sympathetically at her, because I really do feel bad.

You won't stay, afraid to settle like ashes

You say you need a silhouette, and I'm a shadow standing in your way

She full on laughs at this, slides her hand up my arm to my outside bicep - making people bumps form onto of my already existent Goosebumps - and lightly rests it on my shoulder and shakes it a little; playfully.

"That's because I never told you, Hun"

Oh.

I bet you find a millionaire and one of them will need you

and your silver hair when you've gone

I raise my eyebrow at her, the sudden realisation hitting me as I remember that I'm Katie Fucking Fitch, this is my town, and I'm here with my friend if I need to get out of this. One quick pull on the photo of her and Em - and since we look identical - I can lie my way out of it if I need to and say Sept is my girlfriend. She'll play along if I need her to.

"So? Out with it then. Got one?" I push.

She smirks, probably impressed by my sudden bout of confidence, and replies "Yeah, I've got one. But where I came from, they didn't give names; they gave us numbers. Mine's 47"

I go to reply to this insane statement before I am cut off mid-open mouthed.

"That's from a videogame, and it's cheesy." A voice from behind me says, as if checking off from an imaginary checklist; and it sounds eerily familiar. The girl comes out from the shadows then, and I see none other than Effy fucking Stonem. Christ Britain is fucking small.

My... suitor... laughs at this, and stares Effy straight in the eye before giving a small shrug. "It's worked a few times. Even got a girl to scream it out during sex once."

"You're perverted" Effy shoots back. I think they know each other... They're awfully comfortable around one another.

"Only because you wanted kinky, babe."

Does that imply what I think it does?

Effy lets out an honest laugh at this, and I don't think I've heard one of those out of her since Panda sang her that song in the loony bin. How did it go again? Something about a funny farm...

She walks towards the airport girl - No, I still haven't managed to get a name out of her yet - and envelops her into a tight hug. When Eff releases her she says to me:

"She's just trying to be a mysterious twat, take her lightly. Her name's -"

"Eh!" The other girl cuts in. "Leave it, bitch! We're having a chat here!"

Effy looks at me, smiles, and lightly kisses my cheek before whispering "It's good to see you, Katie" Before making her exit. The girl looks back at me then, before looking behind my shoulder, and I hear a bit of a commotion. Sept is back on the stage with that group of boys, and this time she doesn't have a guitar around her neck. She places her hands on the mic, and says into it:

"Okay, guys. I thought I was done for the night, but these lovely boys thought it'd be a good idea for me to sing their song. Sit back, relax, and feel free to mosh!"

I fully turn around to face them, and I can feel my arm is grazing that girl beside me. I see Effy had made an appearance again, right in front of Sept. I didn't know Effy was such a bloody groupie.

It starts out with a guy in the back corner playing softly on his keyboard, and it sounds like a piano. The guy with a long and skinny guitar is on the other side quietly saying the words: "It's time for a change. This generation, this generation needs a hero." One of the other guys starts to play loud and heavy on his guitar, and it's more aggressive than I'm used to. I would leave, if it wasn't for Sept. Maybe she can save this; and she does. As the song progresses, she starts singing, and it sounds cathartic; like she is bellowing out the sound from deep within her as it booms out of her body.

What is a man, who lays a hand on his lover, and calls it tough love?

What is a man, who can't take a stand for his daughter, and calls it tough love?

The way she sings, its almost like it echo's. Bouncing off the walls of the pub and doesn't stop. Then, one of the guitar players starts screaming along with her, while she sings out melodically; balancing out his deathly screams:

Your roots grow in the crack of the alleys, college park made you

Man enough to see man enough to see, there ain't a goddamn man in me

The guys screams take over, and she takes a small step back to bob her head as the music gets louder, and more aggressive, before bellowing out again.

What is a man, who lays a hand on his lover, and calls it tough love?

What is a man, who can't take a stand for his daughter, and calls it tough love?

The guy's face is red now, and it looks if he gets any redder he's going to have a heart attack. But, after a moment that seems to me like an eternity, the guitar players suddenly shift; and it gets quieter as Sept quickly sings out:

I'm gonna be around for ya, I'm gonna paint the town for ya,

I'm gonna make a promise to give you everything you want and need,

I see her step back, as if she is about to scream at the top of her lungs, and sings out as loud as she can:

But she fucked up now!

And somehow feels like she is taking that line to heart, though I'm not sure what for.

cause she's bearing another mouth you can't feed

There's way too many guys behind me thrashing about, and I'm terrified I'm going to get crushed. I look over to Effy, and am no where near surprised to see her completely untouched. It's like this fight pit formed around her; somehow. I think the girl beside me - yes, airport girl - senses my discomfort, because she snakes a protective arm around my shoulders, and I feel her close to me then. She smells like perfume, but it's not the usual floral kind girls wear. I would say it's the female version of cologne; hot and heavy. But it suits her. It's too close, she's too close, but for some reason I'm frozen. I've chalked it up to fear, fear that if I move I'm going to get trampled. She lifts her other arm up to move a stray piece of hair out of my face to expose my bare ear before whispering into it "She's really fucking good"

I smile, "Yeah, she is."

So a few references in there, I read somewhere that Naomi is a comedian in Skins Fire? Crazy right! I totally wouldn't have guessed that one. Though, she was pretty funny around that Arseia chick... Oh, and those of you wondering about our new character, (yes, I said our. Without you reading, I'd have nothing right?) I missed Cook a lot. So, I created a female version. Sadly he isn't anywhere near our girls (which is kind of a shock tbh) so this was the only thing I could think of to bring him into it.

Have an awesome weekend, and Canada Day for those of you on my side of the world :) Anyone gonna go watch the fireworks?

Violet