Houses and Homes
Fandom: Naomily
Summary: A house is a building, so is a home. But a home requires love and investment. Emily contemplates
The house in front of her was by all accounts a perfect house. The house, while identical to every other house on the street seemed to radiate pride. Pride in this little pristine house, with the perfectly cultivated front garden. Not a twig, nor blade of grass out of place. The flowers in the beds blended in perfectly together, a well thought out touch, added by Emily herself.
Emily knew the front garden was the envy of the neighbourhood, and there was a little pride to be had whenever anybody complemented her on it, as she tended to it almost everyday. But then she knew the front garden was nothing compared to the back garden. An Eden of sorts, and Emily's very own little project. She had been working on the garden since middle school, turning the haphazard, overgrown, jungle like back garden, into something that was in keeping with the rest of the house, even if nobody but Emily came out to enjoy it.
Yet Emily's investment in the gardens, in the house itself seemed to count for nothing. The house remained to her just that, a house. What Emily wanted it to be was a home. A home like it was to Katie, to James, to there parents. But it would never be.
The Fitch's were a proud family, a family who made extra efforts to appear normal, loving. A perfect family. Only Emily never did fit into the idea of a perfect family. She was too, well to quote her brother “too gay.” Emily always did wonder if you could be too gay. Was being gay even a choice, as Katie so kindly insinuated every time they met on the stairs, before bed, at dinner.
Being gay wasn't really a choice, not for Emily. Sometimes she thinks that she could pretend that she's not. Get a boyfriend, settle down, have a home. Then she sees Naomi, and she knows as long as the blonde is involved there really never was any choice. To not be gay would mean she had to lie to the world, and people would get hurt. No matter where she lived, no matter how beautiful the house, it would always remain just that, and it hurt Emily to even think about it.
Summary: A house is a building, so is a home. But a home requires love and investment. Emily contemplates
The house in front of her was by all accounts a perfect house. The house, while identical to every other house on the street seemed to radiate pride. Pride in this little pristine house, with the perfectly cultivated front garden. Not a twig, nor blade of grass out of place. The flowers in the beds blended in perfectly together, a well thought out touch, added by Emily herself.
Emily knew the front garden was the envy of the neighbourhood, and there was a little pride to be had whenever anybody complemented her on it, as she tended to it almost everyday. But then she knew the front garden was nothing compared to the back garden. An Eden of sorts, and Emily's very own little project. She had been working on the garden since middle school, turning the haphazard, overgrown, jungle like back garden, into something that was in keeping with the rest of the house, even if nobody but Emily came out to enjoy it.
Yet Emily's investment in the gardens, in the house itself seemed to count for nothing. The house remained to her just that, a house. What Emily wanted it to be was a home. A home like it was to Katie, to James, to there parents. But it would never be.
The Fitch's were a proud family, a family who made extra efforts to appear normal, loving. A perfect family. Only Emily never did fit into the idea of a perfect family. She was too, well to quote her brother “too gay.” Emily always did wonder if you could be too gay. Was being gay even a choice, as Katie so kindly insinuated every time they met on the stairs, before bed, at dinner.
Being gay wasn't really a choice, not for Emily. Sometimes she thinks that she could pretend that she's not. Get a boyfriend, settle down, have a home. Then she sees Naomi, and she knows as long as the blonde is involved there really never was any choice. To not be gay would mean she had to lie to the world, and people would get hurt. No matter where she lived, no matter how beautiful the house, it would always remain just that, and it hurt Emily to even think about it.