fic: butterfly wings part 1
Naomi sat down somewhat unsteadily careful not to spill any of the vodka she had swiped form the kitchen of this god forsaken party. She had no idea how people who owned such an amazing house could go away and let it get trashed like this, although what she knew about the boy who was throwing this party was that he thought everyone would think he was a legend after this. Naomi snorted at that, most of the people who turned up probably couldn't have told you his or had any idea what he looked like. Contemplating the cheap rotgut vodka she was intent on finishing, Naomi thought maybe she could go back down there and pretend to a few of the more drunk and impressionable girls that she was the one responsible for throwing this party. Frankly though she knew she would probably be a coward about that like she seemed to be about everything else important in her life.
This was the sort of party she would normally avoid like the plague but she had overhead katie fitch raving about it and she knew that where katie went emily wouldn't be far behind. Swallowing another gulp of the burning vodka naomi wondered if she would ever be able to have some sort of conversation, let alone a relationship with emily fitch. There were times that naomi imagined she could feel eyes on her and she would look around to see emily averting her eyes, but she convinced herself she was just projecting her feelings and emily was extremely shy anyway.
Naomi had worked up the courage to at least try and talk to emily tonight and seeing her sitting outside by herself had just said hello when katie had come barging over complaining to emily about some stupid shit with her boyfriend and dragged her inside. Naomi thought that maybe emily had shot her an apologetic look as she let herself be dragged inside, then again maybe that was just wishful thinking. So here she was now determined to get absolutely plastered in this actually pretty fucking huge storage closet she had found, then just sleep it off and try and get over her obsession with emily fitch.
This was the sort of party she would normally avoid like the plague but she had overhead katie fitch raving about it and she knew that where katie went emily wouldn't be far behind. Swallowing another gulp of the burning vodka naomi wondered if she would ever be able to have some sort of conversation, let alone a relationship with emily fitch. There were times that naomi imagined she could feel eyes on her and she would look around to see emily averting her eyes, but she convinced herself she was just projecting her feelings and emily was extremely shy anyway.
Naomi had worked up the courage to at least try and talk to emily tonight and seeing her sitting outside by herself had just said hello when katie had come barging over complaining to emily about some stupid shit with her boyfriend and dragged her inside. Naomi thought that maybe emily had shot her an apologetic look as she let herself be dragged inside, then again maybe that was just wishful thinking. So here she was now determined to get absolutely plastered in this actually pretty fucking huge storage closet she had found, then just sleep it off and try and get over her obsession with emily fitch.