Just Because You Feel Good, Doesn't Make You Right (2/...)
Second chapter, here it is.
I'm into it right now =D
Naomi was leaning against the wall.
She couldn't stand fucking parties lately.
She finished her bottle of vodka and lighted a spliff.
Emily just stared at her.
She was going to cry, again.
She didn't want to make her cry, but she did, as usual.
"Right"
She was walking away.
Naomi just took her arm and stopped her.
Another electric discharge, as when she had took her hands minutes before.
"Em, I just.."
The redhead looked her one last time and release herself.
"See you around"
For the second time she was the one to be left alone.
As she remembered, it fucking hurt.
She had got a terrible headache and was fucking confused.
She had thought that was the right thing, but she wasn't that sure anymore.
How could it be when she felt a hole in her soul?
"So.. You fucked up with her"
That wasn't a question.
Effy doesn't ask, she just states.
"I guess I do"
"Brilliant"
Effy smirked.
She was always smirking.
"You didn't need to"
Naomi thought she was talking about standing up for her.
That girl was always so damn cryptic.
"Thanks anyway"
Naomi nodded.
"It's not just about you, it's about the people we spend time with, it's about the daily fights, it's.. complicated"
"It always is."
Naomi stared at two redheads who were joining.
One of them was all bitchy and smiley with a tall beefy boy and the other was wandering alone between the drinks.
The blond was torn between the desire of rescuing that little wonderful lost soul and a long list of questions.
When people were in a break, they shouldn't talk to each other,should they?
She hadn't decided yet when she tried to walk but couldn't help and lean to the wall again.
Naomi definitely needed balance, both psychical and mental.
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