A/N This is my first fan-fic so feel free to criticise! Hopefully constructive... But hey, stabs are always welcome criticism too! I am a little nervous about publishing it, being my very first work and opening it to scrutiny. However after spending way too many hours and Uni nights on this website reading the amazing works people created I decided to give it a go myself. I spent a fair few hours typing this one up and reading over for any errors/ mistakes so if you do pick up on anything feel free to let me know, it would be greatly appreciated. It's something of a work in progress and a learning curve, I hope to write better by the conclusion of this mini-series (If it gets that far). A little background without spoiling anything, and to save from a FAQ's page, I do in fact live in Australia. My favourite Skins season is 3... (If that... wasn't already clear by the whole Emily and Naomi fan-fic). I chose Emily as the first person character because I feel I can relate to her more. Not in a physical way (looks and such) but with the family + siblings, along with some of the personality aspects. At the moment I don't know when I will publish the next chapter, I am working on it, I don't really have any set periods for when I will finish each one, I'm kind of working on it whenever I get a scrap of time and sometimes more, (to my studies detriment). As soon as I become accustomed to how this whole process works I will be sure to let you know when the next instalment of attempted fan-fiction, (aka - chapter) will be released. If you have any suggestions feel free to hit me up! If you have already watched Skins S3 (and/or Skins Fire), please don't go into this Fiction with the actor's look in mind, as you may be disappointed that my descriptions don't match up. I didn't write this picturing any actor who portrayed the character in the series. On top of that, I have altered the personalities and backgrounds slightly, I've kept most of the major relationships (i.e friendships and family) but again I don't suggest you read this with a pre tracked mindset. Warnings aside, Enjoy (?) :)

I looked out the plane window sighing. I hated mum. Hated her for not trying harder. For giving up on her marriage. On her family. Why should I have to pay for her failures.

Mum fought for custody over James, Katie and myself, but being 17, it was my decision who to go with in the end. I chose to move away with dad. I don't think he would have coped well if all his children were taken away from him. Besides, at least now I don't have to worry about my pervy little brother stealing my knickers, or peering in on me changing or showering anymore.

I looked over to my father. Sleeping. I knew I should have taken the aisle seat. It couldn't be helped I suppose. Untangling myself from the itchy plane blankets, I attempted to shimmy past dad, only to bump like a pin ball between my fathers' knees and the seat in front of him as the plane experienced a spot of turbulence. I fell toward my dad, putting my hands out for support against his seat. I winced, praying I didn't wake him. He grunted lightly, readjusting himself in his sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out into the aisle, making my way to the restroom.

Shutting the door I glanced at the piss stained floor, "economy" I muttered as I squatted down finishing my business in the toilet and escaping the tiny cubicle as quickly as possible. Economy class; Where you can experience as much baby cries, urine coated toilets and crammed seating as your body can physically handle. Not that I really cared as much as it sounded. I've flown economy plenty of times before, but during peak season, things get rather crammed and filthy rather quickly.

I remember a flight I took with my friends to Germany for our holiday. Katie couldn't stop complaining the entire trip, apparently EVERYTHING was disgusting; The food, The seating, The people, The plane, The toilets (though I would agree with that one), The blankets and pillows. You name it, my twin Katie would think it's disguising. Effy was hit on by about seventy percent of the cabin, not limited to the men or even the passengers, I guess that's what modelesque girls experience on a daily basis though. Cook wouldn't stop trying to get alcohol from the drink carts. Like a wink and a pout would work on the stewardess'. Freddie and JJ played games or watched movies most of the trip. Our other friend Panda wasn't allowed on the trip with us. Her mother was a bit of a control freak. No being out past 5pm, in bed by 8pm kind of parenting. I believe some of the words she used when Effy, Katie and I tried to convince her to let her join us were; " Bad influence" ... "Drugs and boys" ... "Clubs and Bars"... "strange men", I could put myself to sleep reciting it all.

The trip to Germany was a trip to remember, one that I hope never to forget. This one wasn't quite like that. It brought with it a fear which I didn't quite understand. I looked out the window once more, asking myself what exactly it was I was afraid of. A fear of the unknown? Was it because we were going to a new country? I didn't really know much about Australia. I mean, I knew a few of their native animals. Then again, you'd have to be living under a rock not to know a Kangaroo is Australian. Was it because I didn't know if I would make new friends? Everyone promised to keep in touch with me through social media or even the occasional letter in the mail for a physical, old fashioned touch to things, but I suppose what good are friends when they're thousands of kilometres away and can't comfort you in person. Somewhere along my pondering I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes my dad was asking for an extra beef meal so I could eat when I woke up.

The stewardess looked at me expectantly and I gave her a groggy smile, asking for the chicken not beef. My dad turned to me surprised, his surprise soon turned into a look of hurt.

"I thought you liked beef", he complained as I thanked the stewardess and leaned over to take the tray.

"Beef makes you stronger...Not like that chicken stuff" he continued, shaking his head incredulously.

"Dad... Are you seriously going to make me think I made the wrong decision coming with you to Australia?" I questioned. He winced at the stab and sank back into his chair.

Several hours later and the announcement we were landing flashed on the fasten seatbelt signs. Though we were barely half way to our destination it would be a welcome excuse to get out of this crammed, stuffy cabin and into fresh air. Our stop over was Indonesia, we had a four hour wait until our connecting flight.

"Want to try find a massage parlour?" dad asked as we left the terminal.

"Don't they charge two arms and a leg in airports?" I snorted in reply, raising a brow.

"Well... It's not every day we have to fly from Bristol to Sydney now is it?" he continued, scanning the vast structure. I shrugged and accepted his offer, if he insisted, I wasn't going to turn the suggestion down twice, after all I did have a kink in my shoulder from sleeping funny on the plane.

Shrugging my shoulder and tilting my head to stretch out the tight muscle in vain, I paused as I noticed a blonde at the opposite store looking fixedly at me. She smirked and turned her head away as I blushed. I too looked away, embarrassed. Why was I embarrassed? I wasn't the one caught checking out someone else. 'Checking out', was that even possible, I'm a girl... She's a girl... Why was that the first assumption that popped into my head? Though it did look to be that way, maybe she was looking behind me at a cute guy. I turned discreetly both directions, no one. At least no one remotely in her league. There was definitely eye contact though. I fidgeted as my mind ran rampant. Why was I even so flustered by it?

"Emily...Emily...?" My dad interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head, pulling myself from the haze of questions.

"You ok love?" he asked looking at me worriedly, "You're not coming down with anything are you?" He continued, "I hear if you're not in peak physical health you can get sick easily while travelling...".

"No dad, I'm fine, really... I Just... Was thinking is all" I mumbled still flustered.

"Ok love, just being a concerned parent is all", he pulled me in and planted a kiss on my head.

"I'm going to head over to that information kiosk to ask where the massage parlour is, will you be ok staying here alone for a couple minutes?" He asked pointing to the information desk centred at an intersection a couple of hundred metres down.

I nodded and smiled.

"I'll be fine, just don't forget about me" I jested, as I winked at him and pushed him gently on his way.

I watched him turn and make his way over to the desk, carry-on baggage in tow. My gaze drifted over to where I had caught the girl looking at me.

Gone...

No. Further down, she seemed to be with someone else, her mother most likely. The girl looked at the display cases, uninterested as her mother questioned a retail assistant tirelessly. Getting a better look at the girl I noticed just how beautiful she was. Long sandy blonde locks, tall, shapely, blue eyes...

Blue eyes...

Oh my god, she caught me looking at her. Look away Emily you idiot, why can't I look away?! The girls eyes bore into my own. She smiled and I felt the air escape my lungs, she was devastatingly beautiful. A pang of jealousy ran through me as I compared her perfection to my own average self. I turned away swiftly and forced a half smiled in embarrassment.

Through the corner of my eye I noticed the girl chuckle but continue to look my direction. Just then my father returned and I breathed a sigh of relief as I thanked him silently for the welcome interruption.

"Alright Ems love, they said it was just down about a hundred meters from that turn off there", he nodded toward the intersection where the information booth sat.

I didn't realise a massage could feel so painfully good until now. I opted for the back and shoulder massage so they had taken me into an enclosed section with one other massage bed, empty at this moment. The masseuse requested I remove my shirt and bra, wrap my chest in the towel provided and lie down, which I did. I felt somewhat exposed when the lady opened the towel revealing my bare back. I knew I didn't really have a body to be ashamed of, but nothing compared to the models in magazines and that girl... I shook my head. Why did she pop up in my comparison? I mean, she did look like a model herself so I guess adding her to that comparison wasn't strange... I was humouring myself I know, but the only rational reasons I had as to why I couldn't get her off my mind was being either star struck or jealous.

Just then I heard another masseuse providing the same instructions to someone else behind the thin curtain walls. I tensed slightly, nervous at being judged by this newcomer. The curtains parted as I heard someone walk in, the footsteps paused briefly next to my bed then continued to the spare beside my own. I turned my head slightly and gasped what I hoped was quietly as I recognised the long blonde locks of the girl now facing away from me. She began to remove her clothes, one article at a time, tantalizingly slowly. I stared through the corner of my eye, unable to break my gaze. Overcoat, knit, tank, I inhaled sharply as I saw her smooth toned back. She paused briefly before reaching to remove her bra. Pulling up the towel provided and readying it on her lap as she unhooked her lacy undergarment with the flick of two fingers.

She wrapped herself in the cloth and shifted to lie down. I turned my head swiftly, looking back toward the thin, salmon pink curtains that surrounded. A minute later the masseuse returned, wheeling in a trolley of oils and lotions as mine had done several minutes before. The girl moaned slightly as the masseuse worked at her muscles tirelessly. I shifted uncomfortably at the sound and turned slightly to peek at her. I held my breath in awe, Effy had nothing on this girl. 'Sorry Eff' I thought to myself as I sighed, taking in the girls beautiful features from close, full lips, perfect nose, smooth skin, long lashes... My gaze travelled down her long neck to her torso. The girls eyes fluttered open at the sound of my sigh and I was caught. I flushed and adjusted my gaze quickly, only to be caught by her eyes staring back at me. She smiled at me and winked, biting her lip and closing her eyes in bliss as the masseuse hit a tender spot on her shoulders. I took the opportunity to quickly move my gaze elsewhere.

She didn't seem the least bit irked I was staring at her. I pondered the reasons why, well for starters she probably gets it all the time looking like a runway model. Or... I mean I never really had anyone flirt with me before so I wouldn't really know for sure, partly because my twin would jump in front of me to snatch any cute guy that came my way. Though, after being around Effy you learn every type of flirting possible to man, (with every type of flirting known to woman learned by being around my twin sister Katie).

No...

That was definitely flirting. I felt my ears burn hot as I ticked them off in my head. Eye contact, smile, wink, now that I think of it, she did take her clothes off rather slowly and let's be honest the massage is good, but good enough to moan over? My brain almost melted down thinking about it all, so I gave up and accepted it at face value. A beautiful girl acting friendly because she's used to getting attention.

The masseuse finished up and left me to rest a while, shortly after the blonde girls' masseuse did the same and we were left alone. The silence was becoming awkward so I decided to remark on the massage, just as I took a breath to speak the girl next to me spoke up.

"Mm, that was definitely worth every penny" she sighed, I turned to see her already looking at me, smiling blissfully. Again I was taken aback by her perfection.

"I'd agree," I replied "If I were paying for it... Thankfully my dad was in dire need of a foot massage" I smirked as she giggled. As if it wasn't already unfair for someone to be as flawless as they already were, to have such an adorable laugh. I couldn't help but catch myself laughing with her.

She chuckled a few more times and continued.

"You flew from Bristol too yeah?".

"That's right" I nodded and smiled, "Bristols not that big, I wonder why I never saw you round..." I paused wondering how I could ever have missed to see someone as beautiful as her. "What school did you go to?" I asked.

"Ah... I didn't..." She paused and smiled somewhat sheepishly. "See, my mum's into home schooling... equal rights for all yeah? Say no to GMO's, homes to the homeless, going green... We don't own a car, we are however the proud owners of several variations of bicycles. Sometimes I think she should get in a time machine and join the hippies, though when I tell her that, she replies that she's past her hippy days... Yet here we are on a flight right?" she snorted.

I smiled, unsure whether to laugh at her mothers' expense or not. She looked up at me, sapphire blue eyes blazing into my own brown eyes.

I cleared my throat nervously.

"Emily..." I held the towel to my chest as I lifted myself enough to offer a hand to her, "Emily Fitch".

She smiled widely doing the same and taking my hand in her own smooth one.

"Naomi..." She paused purposely, smirking at me as she imitated my timid self introduction "Naomi Campbell". She held my hand for slightly longer than what would have been expected.

There was a brief pause.

"You have a firm handshake" she noted, withdrawing her hand and lying herself on her side.

I grunted a laugh.

"You kind of expect it after growing up doing reps on the naughty bar" I chortled. Naomi was quiet, I looked over to see a perplexed look on her face. "My dad owns a gym..." I started, as a look of immediate understanding washed over her, "or at least did..." I looked away biting my lip to stop myself tearing up again over the situation.

"I'm sorry..." she hesitated, uncertain whether to continue or not, "what... what happened?" she enquired, hurriedly adding, "I mean if you don't want to talk about it I totally understand, and I'm sorry for asking I didn't mean to bring up a bad topic, it's completely up to you, if you want to talk about it...that is..." she blabbered. I sat up and laughed at her discomfort. Someone like her, feeling uncomfortable?

"No, it's completely fine... Who knows, it might even help to talk about it", I smiled warmly, receiving a thankful smile in return. "My dad and mum just had a divorce, she took pretty much everything so my dad finally accepted that offer in Australia as a "world class" trainer" I laughed accentuating the 'world class' jokingly.

"Except you..." Naomi noted in a hushed voice.

I sighed and agreed.

"Except me..."

Just then the masseuse returned with a new sheet. She stood waiting expectantly next to the foot of my bed as she turned away from me, providing me privacy to dress. I sighed and lifted myself up, turning away from Naomi and began to pull on my clothes. I heard Naomi do the same as she was interrupted in the same manner.

My dad sat on a couch reading a magazine in the waiting area. He looked up to me as I walked toward him.

"Geez Ems, I thought it was a half hour massage not an hour massage, maybe I should have had one of them" he looked at his watch then gestured with the magazine toward the curtains where Naomi was now exiting.

"Ah... dad, this is Naomi" I smiled, gesturing from Naomi to my dad "Naomi, meet dad".

Naomi smiled and offered her hand to my father, "A pleasure to finally meet the legendary trainer himself", she said it with such sincerity that I believed she was genuinely impressed.

My father looked surprised then beamed.

"Ems been filling your head with stories has she?" he nudged me with his elbow as he winked at Naomi. I sighed and looked away in embarrassment.

"Only that you're a world class trainer Mr Fitch".

Naomi smiled and looked to me.

"Will you be catching the 23:35 flight to Sydney then?" she questioned.

I nodded.

"You too?" I asked incredulously.

"Yup, truth is, I noticed you on my flight from Bristol and when I saw you two hovering about I assumed you were on our connecting flight too" Naomi concluded.

"Now those are some fine deduction skills young lady" my father chimed in. He always felt like he had to repay a compliment with another no matter how false it sounded. Though his compliments were never false, they just sounded that way to most. Naomi didn't seem in the least bit upset and in fact thanked him for "The flattering remark". I shook my head in disbelief and wandered over to the complimentary water bottles. Pretty, Smart, Gracious, Charismatic... Was I missing anything? Was there anything this girl didn't have?

A moment later I was joined by Naomi who too picked up a bottle.

"Your dad seems like a nice guy" she declared.

"Only when he's not in personal trainer mode" I replied and we both laughed.

"Naomi?" A voice called out. Naomi turned and waved her mother over. I could see where Naomi got her looks, that much was certain.

"Mum this is Emily, she was on our flight from Bristol and she's flying to Sydney too".

Naomi's mother smiled sweetly at me clasped my hand in both of hers.

"Such a delight to meet you dear, I hope Naomi hasn't been too much of a nuisance to you" she looked from me to Naomi.

I shook my head.

"Oh no, no-no, quite the opposite" I mirrored her hand shake.

"Oh how could I be so rude, this is Emily's father, Mr Fitch, he's a world class trainer", Naomi again managed to say the statement with utmost sincerity. Mrs Campbell looked genuinely impressed at this and smiled to my father who immediately stood up and strode over.

"How lovely to be in the company of someone so accomplished" she said as she offered her hand out to my father who eagerly took it in a firm handshake.

Our remaining hours were spent walking along the rows of stores and spending our time in Duty free. I was disappointed when we had to board our flight, even though I had only just met her, Naomi was amazing to talk to and spend time with.

"I'll see you in Sydney if I don't before" I laughed as we walked along the air bridge.