I felt like shit. I didn't remember ever feeling this bad after a big night on vodka. It was like something was on my chest. I fought to open and my eyes and hissed as the dull grey London light cracked through the windows. Fuck. I tried to move my arm to place it over my head, but found myself unable to move it. What the fuck? I looked down and found my face in a nest of hair. Red hair. I inhaled deep, breathing in wine, smoke and the unmistakable sweet scent of Emily. Emily. I tried not to panic, to remember last night. My last thought had been Emily before I passed, and unless she slept with me while I was unconscious then this wasn't too bad. A headache throbbed in my temples and I had to close my eyes. Fuck. I had no idea how Emily had ended up on my chest, but I was pissed. Secretly I was pissed because I was enjoying having her body so pressed to mine, besides the fact my arm was dead. I smelt her hair, and let my mind drift to memories from the past.
"I love you"
I smiled at Emily as she whispered the words as she kissed her way up my chest to my neck to my face. Her brown eyes bore into mine, and I felt myself shiver at the amount of love in her eyes.
"I love you too", I whispered closing the gap between us until our noses touched.
"Really?" she purred, her eyes darkening, "enough to fight Katie?"
"Yes", I whispered, feeling the heat form between my legs at Emily's husky voice.
"Enough to make me breakfast in bed?"
"Of course" I sighed as her tongue suckled on the space behind my eye.
"Enough to take care of me when I'm an old lady"; she pulled back and looked me in the eye. She was testing me.
I sat up and took her face between my hands, gently stroking her cheeks.
"Emily, I will love you until the day my old shrivelled heart stops beating", I said softly, my eyes boring into hers.
She blinked away the tears in her eyes and pulled me close, our noses bumping for a moment and dragging my lips to hers. There were no more words. Just actions and feelings; touches and kisses; sighs and moans.
Emily stirred on top of me snuggling deeper into my body pulling me out of the memory, she had fucked me over but I couldn't say I didn't miss us. But she wasn't my Emily; my Emily is still seventeen making love to me beside the lake. It ached to have her so close and yet feel so distant. I exhaled heavily.
Ah fuck. I woke her up.
Emily stirred on top of me, stretching and blinking as she stared at me through sleepy eyes. Our noses bumped together, as we stared into each other's eyes. I had to break the trance; it was too much. I was drowning in chocolate eyes. I couldn't breath. I wasn't going to be lose myself to her again.
"You have really bad morning breath". Was I mentally retarded?
Emily turned bright red and rolled off me, standing up and walking to the kitchen. I instantly missed her warmth but shook myself out of it. She broke your heart and you're about ready to bake her a pie and say 'welcome home honey'.
I sat up, refusing to turn and look at Emily. I was stiff and hung-over I didn't need ghost of girlfriend past wandering around my kitchen. I didn't need this. I was happy. Moderately. Kind of. Fuck it.
"Not to be rude, Emily but why the fuck are you here and why were you on top of me", I said standing up and staring at her.
Emily stared at me orange juice and glass in her hand; she blinked and continued pouring her drink.
"Emily?" I asked in my most icy tone.
"Keep your vagina on, Naomi"
My mouth dropped open, at her cool tone and the repetition of my own words. I stared at her, anger and resentment evident on my face. She glanced up and sighed.
"I saw you. Got smashed. Woke up here. I have no idea how I got up here or how I ended up on top of you. So stop being such a twat and calm it down", she said barely looking at me
I was shaking with fury. She had broken my heart, punched me, come into my home, slept on top of me, which technically I wasn't bitching about and now she was being a rude cow to me.
"I think you should leave Emily," I said angrily.
"That's what your good at though isn't it Naomi?" she retorted
"Excuse me" I said, hands on my hips.
"You heard me, Naomikins," she said, moving towards me, ready for confrontation, practically spitting Cook's old nickname at me.
"Well look whose finally learnt to be brave," I snarled stepping towards her.
She hissed at me and glared up into my face
"Good to know some things don't change, Naomi, you're still a scared little girl hiding behind a big 'fuck the world' charade", she snapped at me. Fuck she was hot when she was angry. Bad Naomi!
I narrowed my eyes and clenched my teeth. Emily Fitch was not going to win.
"And you're still Emily Fitch, the sad unknown twin. Hiding behind Katie, rather than living? At least I'm trying to be my own person; I'd hate to live my life in my sister's shadow, especially a shadow so small. What are you going to Emily hit me again?" I growled at her.
She glared at me, anger burning through her eyes.
"Fuck you", she spat before whirling around and striding to the door.
"Well fuck you right back," I said. This was a battle of the past. She stopped and I stalked over, standing a few centimetres from her body staring fiercely down at her.
Standing this close I could feel her body heat, smell her scent and the orange juice on her breath and even felt the anger bubbling around her. Our eyes were locked, and I felt her breath hitch as my heart pounded hard in my chest.
I inched forward, forcing her to step back, her back colliding with the wall. We were so close. Our bodies touching; heat radiating around us. Fuck me I was aroused. I felt her shudder at the feel of my body.
"I hate you," I heatedly whispered to her
"I hate you", she whispered back, licking her lips as she stared at my mouth.
"You fucking ruined me", I said closing the distance between us as she put her head up. I couldn't stand it. I hated her so much. My eyes fluttered closed as I drifted towards her.
"Good morning"
Emily and I sprang apart, and stared at the naked Effy strolling into the kitchen, we avoided looking at each other, both of us staring at Effy. I nearly kissed Emily. Fucking hell.
We heard ruffling around the kitchen and then Effy emerged again, strolling back towards her bedroom.
"There's orange juice in the fridge"; she called over her shoulder before disappearing into the bedroom.
"Did that just happen?" I heard Emily breath behind me.
"Emily, it was a mistak-", I started before I was interrupted
"Did Effy really walk through naked, or am I still drunk", she said, her mouth still slightly ajar.
I couldn't help but feel slightly irritated. My body was just as good as Effy's. No. I was angry with Emily. To add to my already bad mood, I was angry, irritated and frustratingly aroused. I growled.
"You know when you're angry, you blink a lot. It kind of make you look like you have a psychotic tick" I hear as Emily quietly shuts the front door. I stand there mouth open, staring at the empty space where Emily had been.
"Emily fucking Fitch" I yell into the loft.
