Not quite as confident with this chapter. It's shorter than the rest, but I wanted to end it before the next day in the story. I think after this, I'll post either one or two more chapters to finish it up. Just before the canon story line picks up and we get to see Naomily getting kissy face OvO

Enjoy

Naomi struggled to keep herself composed all the way home. The moment she left the party, tears threatened to leak down her face, but afraid she'd see someone she knew, she willed them back. She was humiliated. The girl she'd been chasing for years had completely, and irrevocably let her down.

When she reached her house, she rushed up the stairs to her room, tears brimming over as she lost all control to hold herself together. Slamming her door shut, Naomi threw herself onto her bed, laying face down as she began to sob, shoulders shaking. If she was being honest with herself, she would say that it wasn't really Emily lying that made her so upset, though that certainly was a part of the equation. Naomi realized as soon as Emily's lips pressed against her own, that it was over. She had lost. She could no longer tell herself that she didn't have feelings for Emily. For a girl. Not after such an explosion of emotion.

Or could she?

Her thoughts flashed back to that moment she felt those brillant lips on hers. The way her heart sped up as she watched Emily lean in, anticipation gripping her. How breathless she felt each time Emily would pull away only to come back. Her chest hurt just thinking about it. Emily, oh-so-sweet Emily, it seemed, had a much different side of her than Naomi had ever known or, she was sure, anyone knew. Especially Katie.

The more she thought about it, the stronger the anger was as it bubbled to the surface. She was angry at Emily, but she was also even more angry at herself for caring so much. It was normal, she convinced herself, to be frustrated over a lie, especially one that is sure to torment her to no end. Katie had a reputation of never being able to keep her mouth shut. It seemed as if keeping anything to herself was impossible. So there was no way Naomi could escape this unscathed. It was either be humiliated or even more humiliated.

With eyes red and puffy, Naomi rolled herself over, laying on her back. The best option was to forget it ever happened.

"Kat-"

"I can't believe she just like, jumped on you!"

"No, sh-"

"I mean, Jesus fucking Christ."

"Katie it wa-"

"Fuck Emily, you're just lucky I got there in time. The bitch would have pounced!"

Emily sighed, all attempts to calm Katie had been in vain. She hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise the entire way home, and with the way Katie was going, she was sure she never would. Not that she would tell Katie what really happened anyway. She was too much of a coward to tell the truth. At the moment, at least. There was no way she was really going to tell Katie what happened, but Emily had a sinking suspicion that even if she did, Katie would have none of it. She would be too busy blaming Naomi to really think about what it meant for her sister. Her kissing a girl. Her being attracted to a girl. Her liking a girl.

The issue had only come up once. It was meant to be a joke, probably to show Emily how weird she was being. In Katie's eyes at least. Katie had tried to set her twin up with a charming (or at least she seemed to think so) 'well-fit' guy. When Emily had refused, for it seemed like the billionth since Katie was always trying to hook her up with people, her sister questioned her.

"So do you like, like girls or what?"

Her tone had been condescending, as if to humiliate Emily. As if it was the worst thing in the world to be attracted to women. At the time, Emily had no idea what she liked. Just that she didn't like boys. Not in the way Katie did, anyway.

"No."

Her tone was a bit more defensive then really needed. It wasn't as if Katie was seriously asking her. She was being more cheeky then anything else. Katie could never imagine her sister not liking what she liked, and boys were definitely something she liked.

Emily still wasn't sure what she liked. Every time she tried to think about it, she got confused. Eventually, she stopped even trying to figure it out all together. More accurately, she denied the thought of her liking women. Her mother had made it perfectly clear how she felt about gay people. Her sister too. It only made the situation worse. Each time Emily managed to overhear a conversation, her mother always thought that gay people were "Confused". Not wanting to disappoint her mum, she never allowed any 'gay' thoughts to manifest.

Until now.

When she first caught Naomi's eyes on her, she wasn't sure what to feel. Heat made it's way across her body, as she struggled not to stare. As soon as she caught her eye, Naomi would look away, as if embarrassed. Emily should have been embarrassed too, but for some reason it didn't register that she was staring at a girl. In class, Naomi would always look away, but at parties...It was another story.

Still, Emily hadn't made the connection. That she was crushing on a girl. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful with her piercing, blue eyes and long, blonde hair. Even in the 'not gay' part of her mind, she had to admit, Naomi was attractive.

So she went for it. While they talked, her eyes unconsciously went to Naomi's lips. They looked soft, alluring and before she could help herself, she started wondering how they would feel against her own. She didn't know whether or not it was the alcohol itself, though she was sure that certainly had something to do with it, or if it was just her. She just knew she had to have those lips on hers or she would self-combust.

It was amazing before her bitch sister pulled her away. Katie hadn't even let go of her arm the entire way home. As if Naomi herself would appear out of nowhere, cackling as she stole Emily away. The thought certainly didn't seem bad.

She felt bad for Naomi. Katie was sure to spread all sorts of rumors around the school, despite her sister's protests. She would talk to Naomi once they went back to school if she could.

I hope she can forgive me.