Drabbles
Title: Drabbles
Pairing: Naomi/Emily
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2119
N.B. Thanks to lovatolover for the icon.
Again - Porcelain
Emily hates second guessing. If someone kisses you, and likes it, then it shouldn’t turn into a fucking question about whether it should’ve happened or not. Or ruin a friendship, particularly. Even if your sister is a great gaping arsehole, and spreads vicious rumours.
But what would she know? The first person she kissed was Gerald Forest, son of a gym buddy of her dad’s, who kissed her with loose lips and a drooling mouth. And yes, fine that he was six at the time and so was she and, you know, drooling as a six year old isn’t a crime worth being hung over, or anything, but still. It was horrible and she decided to never, ever kiss him again so matter how many sherbet lollies he offered to trade her with (six was her limit anyway).
The second person she kissed was Michael Smith, the grandson of Maeve, her elderly neighbour, and a nice enough looking boy. For a twelve year old, anyway. He was taller than she was, which wasn’t hard really, and he didn’t drool. He kissed her in the backyard of his grandmother’s house, and tasted like licorice. Which wasn’t as pleasant as she thought it would be. He had tried to grab her as-yet-undeveloped right tit, and she’d pulled away from him, shocked, and then stamped on his foot as hard as she could before running back home to tell Katie that she’d finally caught up with her and kissed someone.
Both of the kisses were horrible, and entirely unworthy of the hype, and those were kisses she did second guess, after they had happened if only because she hadn’t enjoyed them.
The third person she kissed was Naomi Campbell, classmate and crush extraordinaire who barely knew she existed, or so she’d thought. They were at the same party, having equally terrible times. Emily because Katie was once again dancing with her boyfriend like a crackwhore with a stripper pole, and Naomi because she didn’t generally agree with socialising. But they were at least there together, weren’t they?
The thing is, fine if you want to regret something that was horrible, Emily thinks. Fine. But she liked kissing Naomi, and could feel that Naomi liked kissing her too, so what was the fucking problem? They were meant to be friends, weren’t they? Why was Naomi now acting like she’d been snog raped by a redhead half her size, when she deepened the fucking kiss in the first place?
I Can’t Stand The Rain - The Commitments
Naomi quite likes when it rains, and not just because it goes against everyone else’s love of sunshine, but also because she likes to sit indoors, where it’s warm and dry, and listen to the rain against the roof.
Of course, now it also reminds her of the night by the lake, and all the lesbian sex, and she would rather not think about that, thanks, in case she remembers just how much she enjoyed it.
Which she does, now, for a moment, and scowls. For once she feels like everyone else, and grumbles because it’s raining, and it’s ruining all her plans.
Waiting For The Worms - Pink Floyd
On the weekend Emily decides to stay home when Katie half heartedly invites her out clubbing, barely manages a “Have a good time!” since Katie has already gotten in a cab and zoomed off into the night with barely a cheery “Don’t just fucking mope around all night, loser.”
Emily is surprised when Naomi knocks on the door, twenty minutes later, a scowl on her face and an impatience in her eyes that makes Emily feel a little sick.
“Sorry I’m late.” Naomi says.
“For what?” Emily responds, trying not to look at Naomi inappropriately, anywhere, particularly in the cleavage or lip region, and failing miserably.
“Going out, with everyone. Katie said to meet here and we’d…” Naomi rolls her eyes, all of a sudden. “Right. Katie isn’t here is she?”
Emily shakes her head. “She left already.”
“Fucking bitch.” Naomi kicks something on the ground. “So what, you’re not coming out?” And it’s strange this, being in college and part of the same group of friends, but unable to be friends again, because of a blissfully awkward event that her sister manipulated into a death sentence for their friendship.
Emily shakes her head, holds onto the doorframe a little tighter. “Didn’t feel like it, you know.”
Naomi sniffs, and crosses her arms, and seems so annoyed with everything that Emily doesn’t ask her inside, because she’ll be far too disappointed when Naomi says ‘No.’, and far too hopeful that she’ll say ‘Yes.’ and they’ll spend the night like they would’ve if, last year, they hadn’t been torn apart.
“Right, well, guess I’ll be off then.” Naomi turns away, walks away with her shoulders set defiantly, and Emily takes too long to open her mouth and call her back, and spends the rest of the evening sulking.
I Should Tell You - RENT
Things she should tell Emily next time she sees her (or when she gets the nerve, whichever doesn’t come first)
1. I know you’re stalking me and it’s unattractive, thanks.
2. Otherwise, you’re not that bad, I suppose.
3. If you just relax and actually talk to me, maybe I won’t be so annoyed with you half the time.
4. But if you must know, I’m annoyed because you ruined friendship for me. It’s not as exciting with anyone else.
5. I’m not gay.
6. Not completely, anyway.
7. Even so. Yes, I liked when you kissed me.
8. No, I don’t want to tell you that, or Katie, because then her name calling has some validation, doesn’t it?
9. Sometimes when you’re not at college, I don’t like being there as much.
10. It’s not just you. I miss you.
Love, Oh Love - Lionel Richie
When Emily first saw Naomi, she thought her stomach had dropped out of her body and landed somewhere near her feet. It wasn’t purely sexual, not really. Of course she’d thought of all the things she wanted to do to Naomi later, in a very definite sexual way, but it wasn’t like that from the first moment. It wasn’t that at all.
She remembers sitting in her school uniform, revising for a maths test she didn’t really need to revise for, but Katie was excitedly raving about her weekend with her boyfriend, who was dead set to play football for England one day, a total Beckham, and Emily didn’t feel like listening, or standing next to her sister only to be ignored by everyone on the fucking planet.
So she was revising, or pretending to revise. Fine.
Katie had let out a shriek of laughter, and Emily had looked up startled, across the playground, and found what Katie was pointing at, or rather, who. Naomi, wearing a hideous floral jacket over her uniform. Naomi, walking in sunshine.
It wasn’t lust. It was fascination.
Not That Kind - Anastasia
Naomi sniffed, and then scowled at her television. Fucking boring useless crap. Absolutely nothing of worth on, which was ridiculous considering all the bloody channels she was flipping through.
She stopped when she caught a flicker of something, and blushed. Well, this looked interesting. She bit her lip, for a moment, before changing the channel and shaking her fringe off her forehead. She was not interested in watching that.
About a minute later, she flicked back to the movie, watched as two teenage girls giggled and leaned in to kiss each other, when her bedroom door opened behind her. Naomi reacted so fast she thinks, later, she might be whiplashed. She’d grabbed the remote, changed the channel, and tried not to look as if her heart was beating too hard.
“Got your washing for you.” Her mum had said, put a basket on her bedroom floor, stood there for a moment waiting for a reaction.
“Yeah, thanks.” She finally mumbled, and didn’t turn around, waited until she heard her mum walk off down the hall, before flipping the channel back over. Because the storyline looked interesting, obviously.
Jump - Madonna
Emily doesn’t remember the song that was playing when she kissed Naomi the first time, at the party she didn’t want to go to. It’s not important, in a life changing way. It’s only a little bit important in the scheme of things, like if she was to make her a mix cd or something one day, although no one does that anymore and she feels a little sad about it. Somehow making a playlist isn’t as becoming.
Not that she’s making Naomi a mix cd. Not that she thinks Naomi would listen to it if she did.
Not that that matters.
She hadn’t wanted to go with Katie to the stupid party anyway back then, and will never thank her sister for forcing her to go because she couldn’t possibly thank her enough, eventually, when Naomi finally says “I love you too.”
Take My Hand - Dido
Naomi remembers Emily as the twin who didn’t laugh at her jacket, her favourite jacket, that she only wore because her school blazer had been the victim in a breakfast accident and it was the only thing that was clean. Naomi remembers Katie as a bitch from the very beginning.
Emily had walked up to her, and smiled so shyly it had taken her aback. “Hi there. Are you new?”
Naomi had rolled her eyes, and returned the smile. “Is it that obvious?”
Emily had raised her eyebrows at her jacket then, and smirked. “Just a little.”
Naomi, for the first time in her life, hadn’t taken the fashion appraisal as personally affronting. It was just teasing, wasn’t it? “I had a bit of a run in with my orange juice this morning. I’m afraid it won.”
Emily was so very pretty, Naomi had thought, smiling up at her eagerly. “I’m Emily, by the way. I can show you around if you like.”
Naomi had a general rule to never express gratitude, since that was basically telling someone you relied on them for something. But she was, in that moment, so very much.
Paper Planes - Mia
Emily leaned into Naomi, felt slightly light headed when she caught a big whiff of Naomi’s smell, and felt mostly indestructible when Naomi leaned back into her, laughing, and she felt the softness of a chest that wasn’t just tits, but Naomi’s tits.
Fuck she was drunk.
“And then Katie had to wear an eye patch,” She blathers, breathless with giggling as Naomi clutches her shoulders, weak with laughter, “For two weeks because she had Chlamydia.” Naomi snorts loudly, makes a faintly hysterical noise. “In her eye.”
They both collapse then, onto the ground of her bedroom, empty vodka bottle lodging itself uncomfortably against her back, not that she cares. Naomi is sprawled half over her, and it’s such a wonderful moment she wishes she wasn’t so drunk so she’d remember it properly.
“Oi, what the fuck are you doing? Is that my fucking vodka?”
Katie is standing over her, pointing at the bottle that she’s pulled out from underneath her. Emily feels her face fall, as Katie looms above her looking almost demented with anger.
“Shiver me timbers.” Naomi manages to get out, before laughing so loudly Emily wonders if the whole of Bristol just got woken up.
“Don’t touch my fucking stuff!” Katie yells, grabbing the empty bottle and stalking out of their room, as Emily laughs, and laughs.
Female Of The Species - Space
Emily is the first good friend she’s ever had. Well, fine. The first best friend she’s had since Caroline McConnell in grade three, though that was hardly as fun as this.
Her and Emily had spent the previous four weekends together, and maybe changing schools hadn’t been so bad, after all. Sure, her life had fallen apart when her parents split up. But fine, she was fine now. And this school was much better than her last one, at least here innovative thought was encouraged and not reprimanded with the title ‘smart arse’ and three afternoons a week of detention.
It’s interesting that Emily is a twin, she thinks often. Katie seems to hate her, and she has no idea why. Not that it bothers her, since she knows Emily isn’t the type to forsake friendship for family, particularly when there’s no obvious reason to.
She’d think Katie was jealous or something, if it wasn’t like Katie didn’t even like Emily half the time. Which was sad, or so she thought sometimes, when she wasn’t giggling endlessly with Emily, drunk or not.
Not that it would ever come between them, anyway.
Pairing: Naomi/Emily
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2119
N.B. Thanks to lovatolover for the icon.
Again - Porcelain
Emily hates second guessing. If someone kisses you, and likes it, then it shouldn’t turn into a fucking question about whether it should’ve happened or not. Or ruin a friendship, particularly. Even if your sister is a great gaping arsehole, and spreads vicious rumours.
But what would she know? The first person she kissed was Gerald Forest, son of a gym buddy of her dad’s, who kissed her with loose lips and a drooling mouth. And yes, fine that he was six at the time and so was she and, you know, drooling as a six year old isn’t a crime worth being hung over, or anything, but still. It was horrible and she decided to never, ever kiss him again so matter how many sherbet lollies he offered to trade her with (six was her limit anyway).
The second person she kissed was Michael Smith, the grandson of Maeve, her elderly neighbour, and a nice enough looking boy. For a twelve year old, anyway. He was taller than she was, which wasn’t hard really, and he didn’t drool. He kissed her in the backyard of his grandmother’s house, and tasted like licorice. Which wasn’t as pleasant as she thought it would be. He had tried to grab her as-yet-undeveloped right tit, and she’d pulled away from him, shocked, and then stamped on his foot as hard as she could before running back home to tell Katie that she’d finally caught up with her and kissed someone.
Both of the kisses were horrible, and entirely unworthy of the hype, and those were kisses she did second guess, after they had happened if only because she hadn’t enjoyed them.
The third person she kissed was Naomi Campbell, classmate and crush extraordinaire who barely knew she existed, or so she’d thought. They were at the same party, having equally terrible times. Emily because Katie was once again dancing with her boyfriend like a crackwhore with a stripper pole, and Naomi because she didn’t generally agree with socialising. But they were at least there together, weren’t they?
The thing is, fine if you want to regret something that was horrible, Emily thinks. Fine. But she liked kissing Naomi, and could feel that Naomi liked kissing her too, so what was the fucking problem? They were meant to be friends, weren’t they? Why was Naomi now acting like she’d been snog raped by a redhead half her size, when she deepened the fucking kiss in the first place?
I Can’t Stand The Rain - The Commitments
Naomi quite likes when it rains, and not just because it goes against everyone else’s love of sunshine, but also because she likes to sit indoors, where it’s warm and dry, and listen to the rain against the roof.
Of course, now it also reminds her of the night by the lake, and all the lesbian sex, and she would rather not think about that, thanks, in case she remembers just how much she enjoyed it.
Which she does, now, for a moment, and scowls. For once she feels like everyone else, and grumbles because it’s raining, and it’s ruining all her plans.
Waiting For The Worms - Pink Floyd
On the weekend Emily decides to stay home when Katie half heartedly invites her out clubbing, barely manages a “Have a good time!” since Katie has already gotten in a cab and zoomed off into the night with barely a cheery “Don’t just fucking mope around all night, loser.”
Emily is surprised when Naomi knocks on the door, twenty minutes later, a scowl on her face and an impatience in her eyes that makes Emily feel a little sick.
“Sorry I’m late.” Naomi says.
“For what?” Emily responds, trying not to look at Naomi inappropriately, anywhere, particularly in the cleavage or lip region, and failing miserably.
“Going out, with everyone. Katie said to meet here and we’d…” Naomi rolls her eyes, all of a sudden. “Right. Katie isn’t here is she?”
Emily shakes her head. “She left already.”
“Fucking bitch.” Naomi kicks something on the ground. “So what, you’re not coming out?” And it’s strange this, being in college and part of the same group of friends, but unable to be friends again, because of a blissfully awkward event that her sister manipulated into a death sentence for their friendship.
Emily shakes her head, holds onto the doorframe a little tighter. “Didn’t feel like it, you know.”
Naomi sniffs, and crosses her arms, and seems so annoyed with everything that Emily doesn’t ask her inside, because she’ll be far too disappointed when Naomi says ‘No.’, and far too hopeful that she’ll say ‘Yes.’ and they’ll spend the night like they would’ve if, last year, they hadn’t been torn apart.
“Right, well, guess I’ll be off then.” Naomi turns away, walks away with her shoulders set defiantly, and Emily takes too long to open her mouth and call her back, and spends the rest of the evening sulking.
I Should Tell You - RENT
Things she should tell Emily next time she sees her (or when she gets the nerve, whichever doesn’t come first)
1. I know you’re stalking me and it’s unattractive, thanks.
2. Otherwise, you’re not that bad, I suppose.
3. If you just relax and actually talk to me, maybe I won’t be so annoyed with you half the time.
4. But if you must know, I’m annoyed because you ruined friendship for me. It’s not as exciting with anyone else.
5. I’m not gay.
6. Not completely, anyway.
7. Even so. Yes, I liked when you kissed me.
8. No, I don’t want to tell you that, or Katie, because then her name calling has some validation, doesn’t it?
9. Sometimes when you’re not at college, I don’t like being there as much.
10. It’s not just you. I miss you.
Love, Oh Love - Lionel Richie
When Emily first saw Naomi, she thought her stomach had dropped out of her body and landed somewhere near her feet. It wasn’t purely sexual, not really. Of course she’d thought of all the things she wanted to do to Naomi later, in a very definite sexual way, but it wasn’t like that from the first moment. It wasn’t that at all.
She remembers sitting in her school uniform, revising for a maths test she didn’t really need to revise for, but Katie was excitedly raving about her weekend with her boyfriend, who was dead set to play football for England one day, a total Beckham, and Emily didn’t feel like listening, or standing next to her sister only to be ignored by everyone on the fucking planet.
So she was revising, or pretending to revise. Fine.
Katie had let out a shriek of laughter, and Emily had looked up startled, across the playground, and found what Katie was pointing at, or rather, who. Naomi, wearing a hideous floral jacket over her uniform. Naomi, walking in sunshine.
It wasn’t lust. It was fascination.
Not That Kind - Anastasia
Naomi sniffed, and then scowled at her television. Fucking boring useless crap. Absolutely nothing of worth on, which was ridiculous considering all the bloody channels she was flipping through.
She stopped when she caught a flicker of something, and blushed. Well, this looked interesting. She bit her lip, for a moment, before changing the channel and shaking her fringe off her forehead. She was not interested in watching that.
About a minute later, she flicked back to the movie, watched as two teenage girls giggled and leaned in to kiss each other, when her bedroom door opened behind her. Naomi reacted so fast she thinks, later, she might be whiplashed. She’d grabbed the remote, changed the channel, and tried not to look as if her heart was beating too hard.
“Got your washing for you.” Her mum had said, put a basket on her bedroom floor, stood there for a moment waiting for a reaction.
“Yeah, thanks.” She finally mumbled, and didn’t turn around, waited until she heard her mum walk off down the hall, before flipping the channel back over. Because the storyline looked interesting, obviously.
Jump - Madonna
Emily doesn’t remember the song that was playing when she kissed Naomi the first time, at the party she didn’t want to go to. It’s not important, in a life changing way. It’s only a little bit important in the scheme of things, like if she was to make her a mix cd or something one day, although no one does that anymore and she feels a little sad about it. Somehow making a playlist isn’t as becoming.
Not that she’s making Naomi a mix cd. Not that she thinks Naomi would listen to it if she did.
Not that that matters.
She hadn’t wanted to go with Katie to the stupid party anyway back then, and will never thank her sister for forcing her to go because she couldn’t possibly thank her enough, eventually, when Naomi finally says “I love you too.”
Take My Hand - Dido
Naomi remembers Emily as the twin who didn’t laugh at her jacket, her favourite jacket, that she only wore because her school blazer had been the victim in a breakfast accident and it was the only thing that was clean. Naomi remembers Katie as a bitch from the very beginning.
Emily had walked up to her, and smiled so shyly it had taken her aback. “Hi there. Are you new?”
Naomi had rolled her eyes, and returned the smile. “Is it that obvious?”
Emily had raised her eyebrows at her jacket then, and smirked. “Just a little.”
Naomi, for the first time in her life, hadn’t taken the fashion appraisal as personally affronting. It was just teasing, wasn’t it? “I had a bit of a run in with my orange juice this morning. I’m afraid it won.”
Emily was so very pretty, Naomi had thought, smiling up at her eagerly. “I’m Emily, by the way. I can show you around if you like.”
Naomi had a general rule to never express gratitude, since that was basically telling someone you relied on them for something. But she was, in that moment, so very much.
Paper Planes - Mia
Emily leaned into Naomi, felt slightly light headed when she caught a big whiff of Naomi’s smell, and felt mostly indestructible when Naomi leaned back into her, laughing, and she felt the softness of a chest that wasn’t just tits, but Naomi’s tits.
Fuck she was drunk.
“And then Katie had to wear an eye patch,” She blathers, breathless with giggling as Naomi clutches her shoulders, weak with laughter, “For two weeks because she had Chlamydia.” Naomi snorts loudly, makes a faintly hysterical noise. “In her eye.”
They both collapse then, onto the ground of her bedroom, empty vodka bottle lodging itself uncomfortably against her back, not that she cares. Naomi is sprawled half over her, and it’s such a wonderful moment she wishes she wasn’t so drunk so she’d remember it properly.
“Oi, what the fuck are you doing? Is that my fucking vodka?”
Katie is standing over her, pointing at the bottle that she’s pulled out from underneath her. Emily feels her face fall, as Katie looms above her looking almost demented with anger.
“Shiver me timbers.” Naomi manages to get out, before laughing so loudly Emily wonders if the whole of Bristol just got woken up.
“Don’t touch my fucking stuff!” Katie yells, grabbing the empty bottle and stalking out of their room, as Emily laughs, and laughs.
Female Of The Species - Space
Emily is the first good friend she’s ever had. Well, fine. The first best friend she’s had since Caroline McConnell in grade three, though that was hardly as fun as this.
Her and Emily had spent the previous four weekends together, and maybe changing schools hadn’t been so bad, after all. Sure, her life had fallen apart when her parents split up. But fine, she was fine now. And this school was much better than her last one, at least here innovative thought was encouraged and not reprimanded with the title ‘smart arse’ and three afternoons a week of detention.
It’s interesting that Emily is a twin, she thinks often. Katie seems to hate her, and she has no idea why. Not that it bothers her, since she knows Emily isn’t the type to forsake friendship for family, particularly when there’s no obvious reason to.
She’d think Katie was jealous or something, if it wasn’t like Katie didn’t even like Emily half the time. Which was sad, or so she thought sometimes, when she wasn’t giggling endlessly with Emily, drunk or not.
Not that it would ever come between them, anyway.