Warning. Warning. American writer alert. And let me just say that I've studied up on British education the best I could, though it is still a little confusing. I hope to use correct slang terms as well (Although I may spell things a bit differently. So I apologize in advance for that, and for any mistakes I may make.)

So anyway, this is my first fanfiction ever. Like ever, ever. I plan on making this a multichapter fic, and I know this is a pretty common subject to write a fic about, but I really wanted to write this on my own. I just love these two so much that I couldn't help myself. I'm not too sure how long this will be. Probably not too long, but either way I hope you enjoy~ Don't be afraid to tell me how I could improve.

The first time Naomi met eyes with the single-handedly most beautiful girl she'd ever seen, she was twelve.

At the time, the whole sexuality thing was a tad bit confusing. Not that she didn't know what sex was. She did. Her mother had explained it to her not long beforehand; not abashedly at all, in fact. Naomi asked where babies came from, and her mother told her, but more in terms of girl + boy = sex. She hadn't explained that a girl could like another girl the way most girls liked boys. Perhaps she didn't feel the need to discuss it. That her daughter was too young to think like that; to know what she was.

She was right.

Most twelve-year-old girls, especially her, didn't look at another girl and go, "That's it. She's the one. I love her, and I want to have sex with her." Hell, she didn't think most girls thought that way about guys at the time. Well...Unless they were Katie Fitch.

Instead, Naomi was often left with an odd feeling in her stomach every time she laid eyes on Emily Fitch, the girl unfortunate enough to be twins with Katie, the most obnoxiously loud girl she'd ever met. Opposite of her normally soft-spoken sister.

She couldn't describe the feeling as butterflies. At least, if it was butterflies, it wasn't how she imagined they'd feel. It felt more like a... sinking feeling? Like her life was about to be ran directly into the ground with every look she'd dare offer. Which was bloody ridiculous. As long as she kept her distance, nothing could go wrong, right?

So she just looked. For the longest time she just...looked, hoping that maybe, just once, Emily would look back.

The thing was, Naomi wasn't sure what she felt for Emily. She especially didn't know at twelve. She knew that she wanted to be her friend, and that she thought Emily looked very pretty, and that she had beautiful brown eyes, and that she was definitely smart, and caring, and that she spent more time than necessary in her sister's shadow. She knew that she wanted Emily to speak for herself, something her oh so lovely twin (And she meant that in the most sarcastic way possible) had decided to do for her. She just wanted to talk to her. Too bad she was too chicken.

Naomi spent a good portion of secondary school in a state of confusion, her feelings doing nothing but flowing around in a permanent state disorientation. The more she thought about it, the more agitated she got with herself. She didn't like a girl. She couldn't like a girl. It was absurd! She was straight for Christ's sake!

She was straight, yeah, that's what she told herself. That's why she went to parties at the tender age of fourteen, getting so completely fucked, that those thoughts of Emily could never reach her. There, she'd rarely, but sometimes, kiss guys whilst convincing herself that's what she really wanted. Not Emily, but a guy. Not Emily. No, never her.

The one conflicting issue was Emily often showing up at the same parties, Katie not far from her. Sometimes they would catch sight of each other from across the room at the same time Naomi decided to down half a bottle of vodka. Naomi wasn't used to Emily looking back. It seemed like she was waiting for years to be noticed by her, and only recently had Emily finally appeased her. She was looking at her.

It was more than just a quick glance. Sometimes, Emily would stare with the same intensity Naomi had done, and she'd do it more frequently than she ever had before (Which was saying quite a bit. Before, Naomi could never get Emily to look at her. Maybe, just maybe, Emily was actually starting to notice her?)

The more they looked, the stronger the sinking feeling got. It wasn't longer before Naomi spent a majority of her nights fantasizing about her, despite never once speaking to her. Though she had heard her voice when she was fortunate enough to overhear the conversations she had with others. It was surprisingly husky, certainly not something she expected. She would have thought Emily to have a soft, mousey voice, but she liked her husky voice more. It was...sexier.

After they started seeing each other at parties, Emily started attempting to talk to her. An ocasional "Hi," in the hallways, but nothing more than that. Not that Naomi responded much anyway. She usually just ducked her head, mumbling the greeting back, before quickly walking past her.

It wasn't until she was fifteen that she managed to get a successful conversation out.

She stood by her locker, nervously fidgeting around, looking at Emily while she was at her own locker. Alone. Which was rare. Naomi spent a few moments gathering up courage before approaching her, leaning against the wall near Emily's locker, trying to appear nonchalant when she was really freaking on the inside. Her heart hammering against her chest.

"Hi."

Emily jumped, slamming her locker door closed in surprise. Shit, she hadn't meant to scare her. "Oh, hey."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Well, hell. She'd never managed to get this far before. Maybe she should have planned this better. "Sorry I, uh, didn't mean to scare you."

Naomi tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped when Emily shot her a brilliant smile.

"Nah, it's okay. I was just surprised is all." Another awkward silence. And then... "Are you coming to the party tonight? I think it's at Jake's or John's or something like that." Naomi blinked, surprised by the sudden change in topic, but also sort of grateful since she didn't know what else to say. A simple greeting was all she could muster for the moment. Conversation skills never were her strong suit.

She shifted from foot to foot, nervously adjusting the strap to the bag she had over her shoulder, "I don't think I was invited."

"Well, I invited you. So... are you coming or not?"

Naomi shrugged, "Yeah, I guess I'll be there." This wasn't necessarily how she wanted their conversation to go, but she was happy to be invited. Not that she would tell anyone that. She just wanted to talk to her. Maybe they'd get a better chance to talk at the party anyway.

Emily's eyes lit up with excitement. "Great!" She turned to walk away, "I have to get to class now. Guess I'll see you later?"

Naomi nodded, putting her back against the locker as she watched her walk away. She took a shaky breath, leaning her head back to feel the cold metal against her contrastingly hot skin, trying to get a hold on get emotions.

This could be bad.