Revision Session - Part One
Hours. She’d been sat there on her bed for hours, reading and almost reading, making notes and chewing her pen. The last cup of tea that she’d made, just for something to do, had long since gone cold and sat on the floor at the bottom of her bed.
For the umpteenth time, Naomi checked her phone. Still nothing. Which didn’t really surprise her, seeing as she hadn’t heard it go off since her morning message from Emily saying that she hoped that her friend had a good revision session and that she’d be doing the same, kiss kiss. Naomi had replied, saying that it wasn’t going all that well but she’d have another cup of tea and see how it went. And she hadn’t heard anything since.
Being a good student and all-round good person, Naomi was fairly sure that Emily was just engrossed in her work and had no time to respond, perhaps check on her tea situation, see if she needed a biscuit to go with it. So that was fine, really. But, the fact was, Naomi could not concentrate. Not even a bit. And so it led her mind to wander.
“Fuck’s sake,” she muttered as she threw her pen against the open text book resting in front of her crossed legs. ‘Maybe Emily could help with this shit,’ Naomi thought. ‘Maybe if she’s here then she can help me focus a bit.’ It was a long shot, but seeing as Emily was the cause of her current lack of focus, she reasoned that the least Emily could do would be to come over and help. With the revising. And... stuff. Naomi allowed herself a small grin as she resolved to call her friend. Her just friend. She cleared her throat to settle her brain from over-analysing and found Emily’s number.
It rang a few times, and those few seconds were almost enough to make Naomi reconsider when Emily answered.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” replied Naomi, holding in a sigh of relief at hearing Emily’s voice. “How’s the revision going?”
“Shit,” she said and heard Naomi giggle, making her smile in turn. “Fucking James has been constantly asking me questions about stuff.”
“What kind of stuff?” Naomi probed, having picked up her previously discarded pen and twiddling it in her fingers. Emily paused before replying.
“You know, disgusting stuff.”
“Like?”
Emily’s voice turned to an almost-whisper. “Like... boobs and fannies and that.”
Naomi laughed and bit her lip. “Funny, I thought you liked that kind of thing,” and for a second, she felt brave. “I seem to recall you having liked them a fair bit.”
Emily laughed, and Naomi thought she could hear her smile as she spoke. “Fuck off!” and she laughed again. “Well... I might, but he doesn’t need to know that.”
“Right.” Naomi said, her own laughter subsiding. “So, mines not going so well either.”
“No? Distracted by boobs and fannies yourself?” Emily teased.
“You wish, Fitch. More like... problems with getting something down. You know? On paper. I thought maybe you could come help me?”
Emily wondered if she was reading more into Naomi’s offer than she should but, well, fuck it. She was getting nothing done here anyway.
“Fine. Just as long as you keep your boobs to yourself.”
“Not a problem,” Naomi replied, though she wasn’t sure that she meant it.
*
Emily put the phone down, suppressing a grin, though not entirely successfully, and started to gather her things. Closing her book she pushed her chair back.
“Given up already then?” Emily started as she heard her twin approach from behind and move past her to flick the kettle on.
“At least I’ve fucking started,” Emily snorted. “Don’t you think you should at least do a bit of revision? It’s kind of important, you know.”
“Of course I fucking know, idiot. I just... I know what I’m doing, ok?” Katie snapped. Emily shrugged and dropped her books into her bag.
“Fine, just don’t expect me to be there when it all goes tits-up, alright?” Emily picked her bag up and put it over her shoulder, not looking at her sister as she left the room.
Katie smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, as if...” she muttered, reaching for a tea bag.
Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, Emily bit her lip. She pondered going for her toothbrush, perhaps a spare set of clothes. But would that be a bit too presumptuous? Things had been going well with Naomi and there had been far less running away lately, but she didn’t want to jinx anything. She hadn’t spent the night since before that night at the lake, and had kind of regretted not having any sleepover stuff then. But that had been the only thing she’d regretted about that night, she remembered with a smile.
Releasing the breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding she murmured, “Fuck it,” and headed upstairs to get her toothbrush. It never hurt to be prepared.
Part Two