Fic: Three Evils (Embodied in Love and Shadow) - Katie, Naomi/Emily
Title: In Keeping Secrets
Chapter: Three Evils (Embodied in Love and Shadow) (Chapter Three)
Pairing: Katie, Naomi/Emily
Rating: R for quite a lot of Katie Fitch swearing
Word Count: 10,000
Disclaimer: The characters of Katie Fitch, Naomi Campbell, Emily Fitch, Effy Stonem, Pandora Moon, JJ Jones and Freddie McLair most certainly do not belong to me, but I'm borrowing them and their world for a bit. Hope that's ok.
Summary: 'A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession'
A/N: I'm not sure if I really have to say, but I shall, just in case - this story will not remain as Naomily - that's not to say that I don't love them as a pairing, but that's not where this is going. Cheers!
It was agreed, then, that the following weekend they would meet in a cafe and talk. Still unsure of whether she wanted to listen to anything Effy had to say ever, Katie wasn’t entirely certain how the whole thing was going to go down. At least going through with it would most likely shut the lesbians up, and that was a plus on any day of the week.
But, then, Katie worried herself with the thought that they didn’t really know what happened that night, wondering if Effy would be the one to bring it up and in doing so bring both of their worlds crashing down.
****
It felt like a new kind of countdown, like knowing she had a dentist appointment or a fucking lobotomy scheduled. Something was looming, like, Katie could feel it building in the pit of her stomach whenever she remembered after forgetting for a while, and then Emily would look at her in a you’re so brave kind of way and Katie wished that she’d at least been given the chance to opt for the lobotomy.
The one saving grace in it all, what kept her from lamping Emily one, telling her that she must be out of her fucking mind to think Katie would ever consider talking to Effy after what she did, and then calling the whole thing off, was Naomi, which was becoming less of a surprise really. Maybe it was because she hadn’t made a big deal out of Katie looking like she was about to hyperventilate outside that club or because maybe she just got something about Katie that Emily didn’t, but Naomi hadn’t mentioned the thing all week, not since Katie had told her it was happening.
Katie was startled to realise that she was wondering if it meant that Naomi wasn’t actually bothered about the whole thing. But then so fucking what if she wasn’t? She basically only tolerated her company anyway, so why she should give two shits about whether Naomi did or did not care about her girlfriend’s sister going for a coffee and a muffin with the girl who smashed her head open?
She rubbed her temples forcefully. It was doing her head in, all this thinking. All this Naomi that seemed to be in her brain, squished in next to all the Effy, right in the place that was always mostly Emily. It was just a bit much.
The tap was suddenly running and she looked up to see Naomi standing facing her, waiting for the water to cool.
“You all right?” she asked tentatively.
“The fuck do you care?” Katie snapped and Naomi smiled, shaking her head. She turned back to the tap, the tips of her fingers catching the drips, water spilling down her fingers and onto the back of her hand. Katie blinked but looked away as Naomi replaced her fingers with one glass, and then another.
“Well,” Naomi strode towards the door. “See you then.” She sounded almost disappointed. Katie, verging on panicky, reached out and caught her elbow before she could make it all the way out, causing some of the water to spill. They both just watched it fall.
“Wait. Sorry. Fuck, it’s just...” She hated the sound of her voice. As if the lisp wasn’t fucking bad enough, now she had a stammer to accompany it. Nice job. She looked back at her hands, wanting to bury her face in them. Wanting Naomi to remember that neither of them actually gave a shit, and going back to cuddle or whatever it was she did with her sister
Of course, Naomi was even more of an arsehole than that and, sighing, took a seat opposite, setting the glasses on the table.
“Katie, I’m not Emily, all right? You don’t need to pretend this isn’t bothering you, not if you don’t want to.”
Katie felt her cheeks go red, until she realised she was talking about Effy. What else would she be talking about?
“I know,” she said quietly, avoiding Naomi’s eyes, worried that their honesty might be contagious. “I know, it’s not. Well, it is but... “
“Katie,” Naomi laughed softly, and Katie looked up. They were all teeth, Naomi’s smiles. Bare and revealing. They forced a similar reaction from Katie. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m almost looking forward to you getting this over and done with so you can get back to being your normal cuntish self. Because, frankly, this is all a bit disconcerting. ”
Pensive for a moment, Katie squinted at Naomi, before quickly sticking two of her fingers in one of the glasses and flicking it swiftly in Naomi’s face. Katie snorted out a laugh as she watched Naomi close her eyes and open her mouth in surprise, a tiny, high-pitched noise emerging from her throat, like someone had just walked in on her in the bathroom. The thought made Katie’s cheeks feel abruptly hot.
By the time Naomi opened her eyes again Katie had managed to raise an eyebrow. “Better?” she asked with a smirk.
“Much. Bitch.” Naomi wiped water from her cheek and stood, smiling. “Shan’t be prescribing you with Prozac after all then?”
“Should fucking hope not.” Katie grimaced. “Doesn’t really mix well with vodka.”
Katie heard Naomi’s laughter as it died in the hallway, taking it in to Emily and away from Katie as her own smile faded along with it.
****
Before the ‘meeting’ rolled around, Katie decided not to bother pretending that she wasn’t thinking about what to wear. The trouble was figuring out what best said You left me for dead, you whorish cunt, but here I am and you’re fucking paying for coffee and still showed off her tits. Because, if there was one area in which Katie would always trump Effy, it was definitely in the breast department.
That area, and the one that contained sanity. Obviously.
Effy, though, did this thing where she just looked fucking cool. In whatever. And Katie, whilst she knew she looked fucking good also, had to work at it. She thought about what to wear, what was in fashion, whatever Emily wasn’t wearing and knew how to put it together. Effy just... well. Whatever hand-me-downs she wore, she managed to look good without even appearing to give a fuck, loathe as Katie was to admit it these days.
It infuriated her sometimes, how she was constantly surrounded by these fucking fashion disasters (she couldn’t even begin to think about Naomi’s clothing, which had improved slightly since being with Emily but that train of thought still always seemed to lead to a headache) and people who were attracted to them. Freddie clearly had no taste. Stupid boy.
It was her own fault really, she thought as she laid out a knee-length red skirt and a silky black blouse, for going out with someone her own age. She hadn’t done that for ages. But, then, Freddie was just there, and he had had weed and a shed and... well. It had worked. For a bit.
She realised, then, that she hadn’t had sex since Freddie and that was, like, months ago. Probably the longest she’d gone since she was 14. It was almost ridiculous, that. She decided to make more of an effort to pull the next time they went out.
As if almost sensing her fucking sex-based lamenting, Emily and Naomi fell through the door to the bedroom, pretty much eating each others’ faces, fumbling with tank tops and horrendous cardigans as they went. Katie felt her temper rise.
“Excuse me, you fucking muff-munching retards!” she shouted, lisping harder than usual.
They pulled apart, stumbling without each other to hold on to - Emily smiling at her goofily, Naomi only dazed, staring.
“Sorry, Kay. We thought you were out.” Emily said, fingers trailing up Naomi’s arm, who basically looked like she was at breaking point already. She caught Katie’s eye and looked away.
“Just, whatever. Don’t do it on my fucking bed, okay? Jesus.” She grabbed her fags from her bedside table and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Pausing to catch her breath, she stopped just outside only to hear:
“That’s a nice outfit.”
“Yeah, it’s a new one, she just bought it.”
“It’s nice.” Katie would have smiled, were the compliment not through kisses muffling Naomi’s words. Her sister’s kisses, against Naomi’s lips. Instead, she just felt nauseous.
“Maybe I should borrow it sometime...?” Emily said, voice low, like Katie had never heard before. She was positive she never wanted to hear it again.
The sound of Naomi’s probable agreement was swallowed into what Katie could only assume were more kisses as she heard the unmistakeable sound of the weight of two people hitting a bed, falling into each other.
She had to unfreeze herself to get away, biting her lip to keep from actually fucking crying because... Because what?
Because fucking what?
****
The night before, as Katie sat in her pyjamas, feet curled underneath her on the sofa, Emily joined her. She was painting her nails red, to match the skirt, enjoying that she could wear it a lot better now that her hair was darker. All the better for disguising the blood that would be on her hands should she need to defend herself against Effy.
She snorted a laugh out before she could stop herself and Emily looked at her, confused and/or worried. They were mostly the same expression, anyway, when worn by Emily.
“What?”
Katie shook her head, blowing lightly on her nails. “Nothing Ems. Just thinking.”
“It’ll be all right, Kay. I think. She sounds like she wants to make things better.”
“Does she?” Katie scoffed, not even bothering to check whether Emily looked upset by her response. Fucking platitudes, at this stage, when everything was already so far beyond them. Of course it was going to be all right. In Emily-world everything always had to be.
Emily sighed, obviously having given up, and rested her head on her hand as she stretched out on the couch. Her hair fell behind her as she titled her head back, allowing Katie to catch a glimpse of a rather obnoxious lovebite, red and purple all at once. She had to force down that sick feeling again, knowing who had made it, and when. And how (kind of).
“You ought to be more careful,” Katie said, voice thick with that feeling, the one that she didn’t want. She directed her gaze back to her nails, which were long. She thought of Emily’s nails, of Naomi’s. They were always coloured too (stupidly though, not fucking classy like this) but they were much shorter. Katie knew fuck all about lesbians but she knew about sex so it wasn’t entirely unobvious why they kept them that way.
“What?”
Katie didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. Nodded in her sister’s direction instead, feigning interest in already finished nails. “The fucking bonk-badge, Ems. If mum and dad see that they’ll go apeshit. Not to mention what James will say.”
“Oh, he already knows,” Emily says, flicking her hair forwards over her shoulder anyway, absently rubbing that place on her neck.
At this, Katie did look, only to see Emily looking fucking pleased with herself, eyes still on the television.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you fucking mental? Do you actually want to get caught?” Katie had straightened and leaned towards her sister as she whispered angrily, their parents just in the next room. As stupid as she knew Emily was for getting involved in this ridiculous relationship in the first place, Katie didn’t feel quite as intent on sabotage as she had done before. Emily, however, didn’t seem to have a problem sabotaging it all on her own. Evidently.
“He won’t say anything, Katie. Trust me.”
“It’s not trusting you that’s the problem, is it?”
“Look, he just won’t, okay? Naomi sorted it.” Katie scrunched her brow in confusion.
“How did...?”
Emily snapped her head around then, clearly fed up with this line of questioning. It made Katie flinch slightly, how Emily seemed aggressive now. Well, fuck her then.
“She just did, okay? Forget it. Look, I’m going to bed.” She softened, obviously remembering tomorrow. “Don’t go to bed too late, yeah? You’ll only end up watching shit on TV and crashing out on the couch.” She smiled, and touched Katie‘s shoulder on her way by.
Katie was stiff. It was like they had a pact, the three of them. One that she wasn’t allowed in on. She wondered if perhaps James had needed beating into submission as well, and then smiled at the thought of Naomi pinning the little shit against the door, threatening to cut his bollocks off if he blabbed.
It seemed like Naomi was making friends with Fitches all over the shop. She’d never break their mum though. Jenna was probably even more set against the gay thing than Katie was herself. It wasn’t comforting, really. Not even a bit.
****
It was almost 1am when Katie dragged herself from the sofa and up into bed. Emily was fast asleep. Katie could just make her out in the moonlight, face down, legs wrapped around the duvet. Dreaming, probably. Not of rocks and woods and blood, not dreams like Katie had, but of fucking holding hands, or snogging or... other stuff. Probably.
Katie shuddered as she climbed into bed, rubbing her feet together to warm up. One day she’d get some fucking slippers and not have to fight so hard to get circulation working back in her toes. Maybe one day she’d have someone to warm her feet for her.
She had to look twice when she found a message as she went to set the alarm on her phone. No one fucking text her or anything these days, so she rarely bothered to have her phone nearby. The silence was easier to tolerate when it was in another room.
Mostly, Katie just hoped that Emily hadn’t put her up to it, and then remembered that Naomi didn’t always do what Emily wanted. She settled down further into her mattress as she opened it.
Try not to get the other side of your head bashed in 2moro. It’d be a right fucking pain consoling your sister if you didn’t get up this time... Seriously, though - call if you need & I’ll come chase her with a cricket bat for you. xx
Katie smiled, and rolled her eyes sleepily. Checking the time the message was sent, she realised it might be a bit late to reply but did it anyway, hidden under the covers so as not to disturb her sister, as was the custom.
Got it. To be fair, my heels would be fuckin hard to run in, so your services might be required. Will let you know. If I don’t make it back go search the woods for my body. That’s if, you know, you don’t get distracted snogging my sister in the process this time... ;) x
The reply, which Katie was surprised to receive (fuck knows what Naomi was doing up so late) arrived quickly, and Katie had to laugh through her nose as she read.
Will definitely try to keep my tongue to myself in the event of an emergency. Ems said that you were more concerned about where my fingers were, though. Is that still acceptable? You’ll have died for a good cause, honestly. xx
Katie sent back a simple Fuck you, Campbell. Night, you bitch. Xxx
The Fuck you right back. Night Kay wiped the smile from Katie’s face all together. It was like they were actually friends now.
Katie didn’t want to think about what kind of door that opened as she wrapped her arm under her pillow, hugging it tightly to her head. It was the first thing she could admit to herself. She liked Naomi.
It was already too much, just knowing that, without the other nagging feeling that settled low in her gut when she thought about Naomi lying in her own bed, maybe smiling at Katie’s messages. Smiling and thinking about her for once and not Emily.
It was far, far too much.
Part Two
Chapter: Three Evils (Embodied in Love and Shadow) (Chapter Three)
Pairing: Katie, Naomi/Emily
Rating: R for quite a lot of Katie Fitch swearing
Word Count: 10,000
Disclaimer: The characters of Katie Fitch, Naomi Campbell, Emily Fitch, Effy Stonem, Pandora Moon, JJ Jones and Freddie McLair most certainly do not belong to me, but I'm borrowing them and their world for a bit. Hope that's ok.
Summary: 'A cautious ear to the mouth of your confession'
A/N: I'm not sure if I really have to say, but I shall, just in case - this story will not remain as Naomily - that's not to say that I don't love them as a pairing, but that's not where this is going. Cheers!
It was agreed, then, that the following weekend they would meet in a cafe and talk. Still unsure of whether she wanted to listen to anything Effy had to say ever, Katie wasn’t entirely certain how the whole thing was going to go down. At least going through with it would most likely shut the lesbians up, and that was a plus on any day of the week.
But, then, Katie worried herself with the thought that they didn’t really know what happened that night, wondering if Effy would be the one to bring it up and in doing so bring both of their worlds crashing down.
****
It felt like a new kind of countdown, like knowing she had a dentist appointment or a fucking lobotomy scheduled. Something was looming, like, Katie could feel it building in the pit of her stomach whenever she remembered after forgetting for a while, and then Emily would look at her in a you’re so brave kind of way and Katie wished that she’d at least been given the chance to opt for the lobotomy.
The one saving grace in it all, what kept her from lamping Emily one, telling her that she must be out of her fucking mind to think Katie would ever consider talking to Effy after what she did, and then calling the whole thing off, was Naomi, which was becoming less of a surprise really. Maybe it was because she hadn’t made a big deal out of Katie looking like she was about to hyperventilate outside that club or because maybe she just got something about Katie that Emily didn’t, but Naomi hadn’t mentioned the thing all week, not since Katie had told her it was happening.
Katie was startled to realise that she was wondering if it meant that Naomi wasn’t actually bothered about the whole thing. But then so fucking what if she wasn’t? She basically only tolerated her company anyway, so why she should give two shits about whether Naomi did or did not care about her girlfriend’s sister going for a coffee and a muffin with the girl who smashed her head open?
She rubbed her temples forcefully. It was doing her head in, all this thinking. All this Naomi that seemed to be in her brain, squished in next to all the Effy, right in the place that was always mostly Emily. It was just a bit much.
The tap was suddenly running and she looked up to see Naomi standing facing her, waiting for the water to cool.
“You all right?” she asked tentatively.
“The fuck do you care?” Katie snapped and Naomi smiled, shaking her head. She turned back to the tap, the tips of her fingers catching the drips, water spilling down her fingers and onto the back of her hand. Katie blinked but looked away as Naomi replaced her fingers with one glass, and then another.
“Well,” Naomi strode towards the door. “See you then.” She sounded almost disappointed. Katie, verging on panicky, reached out and caught her elbow before she could make it all the way out, causing some of the water to spill. They both just watched it fall.
“Wait. Sorry. Fuck, it’s just...” She hated the sound of her voice. As if the lisp wasn’t fucking bad enough, now she had a stammer to accompany it. Nice job. She looked back at her hands, wanting to bury her face in them. Wanting Naomi to remember that neither of them actually gave a shit, and going back to cuddle or whatever it was she did with her sister
Of course, Naomi was even more of an arsehole than that and, sighing, took a seat opposite, setting the glasses on the table.
“Katie, I’m not Emily, all right? You don’t need to pretend this isn’t bothering you, not if you don’t want to.”
Katie felt her cheeks go red, until she realised she was talking about Effy. What else would she be talking about?
“I know,” she said quietly, avoiding Naomi’s eyes, worried that their honesty might be contagious. “I know, it’s not. Well, it is but... “
“Katie,” Naomi laughed softly, and Katie looked up. They were all teeth, Naomi’s smiles. Bare and revealing. They forced a similar reaction from Katie. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m almost looking forward to you getting this over and done with so you can get back to being your normal cuntish self. Because, frankly, this is all a bit disconcerting. ”
Pensive for a moment, Katie squinted at Naomi, before quickly sticking two of her fingers in one of the glasses and flicking it swiftly in Naomi’s face. Katie snorted out a laugh as she watched Naomi close her eyes and open her mouth in surprise, a tiny, high-pitched noise emerging from her throat, like someone had just walked in on her in the bathroom. The thought made Katie’s cheeks feel abruptly hot.
By the time Naomi opened her eyes again Katie had managed to raise an eyebrow. “Better?” she asked with a smirk.
“Much. Bitch.” Naomi wiped water from her cheek and stood, smiling. “Shan’t be prescribing you with Prozac after all then?”
“Should fucking hope not.” Katie grimaced. “Doesn’t really mix well with vodka.”
Katie heard Naomi’s laughter as it died in the hallway, taking it in to Emily and away from Katie as her own smile faded along with it.
****
Before the ‘meeting’ rolled around, Katie decided not to bother pretending that she wasn’t thinking about what to wear. The trouble was figuring out what best said You left me for dead, you whorish cunt, but here I am and you’re fucking paying for coffee and still showed off her tits. Because, if there was one area in which Katie would always trump Effy, it was definitely in the breast department.
That area, and the one that contained sanity. Obviously.
Effy, though, did this thing where she just looked fucking cool. In whatever. And Katie, whilst she knew she looked fucking good also, had to work at it. She thought about what to wear, what was in fashion, whatever Emily wasn’t wearing and knew how to put it together. Effy just... well. Whatever hand-me-downs she wore, she managed to look good without even appearing to give a fuck, loathe as Katie was to admit it these days.
It infuriated her sometimes, how she was constantly surrounded by these fucking fashion disasters (she couldn’t even begin to think about Naomi’s clothing, which had improved slightly since being with Emily but that train of thought still always seemed to lead to a headache) and people who were attracted to them. Freddie clearly had no taste. Stupid boy.
It was her own fault really, she thought as she laid out a knee-length red skirt and a silky black blouse, for going out with someone her own age. She hadn’t done that for ages. But, then, Freddie was just there, and he had had weed and a shed and... well. It had worked. For a bit.
She realised, then, that she hadn’t had sex since Freddie and that was, like, months ago. Probably the longest she’d gone since she was 14. It was almost ridiculous, that. She decided to make more of an effort to pull the next time they went out.
As if almost sensing her fucking sex-based lamenting, Emily and Naomi fell through the door to the bedroom, pretty much eating each others’ faces, fumbling with tank tops and horrendous cardigans as they went. Katie felt her temper rise.
“Excuse me, you fucking muff-munching retards!” she shouted, lisping harder than usual.
They pulled apart, stumbling without each other to hold on to - Emily smiling at her goofily, Naomi only dazed, staring.
“Sorry, Kay. We thought you were out.” Emily said, fingers trailing up Naomi’s arm, who basically looked like she was at breaking point already. She caught Katie’s eye and looked away.
“Just, whatever. Don’t do it on my fucking bed, okay? Jesus.” She grabbed her fags from her bedside table and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Pausing to catch her breath, she stopped just outside only to hear:
“That’s a nice outfit.”
“Yeah, it’s a new one, she just bought it.”
“It’s nice.” Katie would have smiled, were the compliment not through kisses muffling Naomi’s words. Her sister’s kisses, against Naomi’s lips. Instead, she just felt nauseous.
“Maybe I should borrow it sometime...?” Emily said, voice low, like Katie had never heard before. She was positive she never wanted to hear it again.
The sound of Naomi’s probable agreement was swallowed into what Katie could only assume were more kisses as she heard the unmistakeable sound of the weight of two people hitting a bed, falling into each other.
She had to unfreeze herself to get away, biting her lip to keep from actually fucking crying because... Because what?
Because fucking what?
****
The night before, as Katie sat in her pyjamas, feet curled underneath her on the sofa, Emily joined her. She was painting her nails red, to match the skirt, enjoying that she could wear it a lot better now that her hair was darker. All the better for disguising the blood that would be on her hands should she need to defend herself against Effy.
She snorted a laugh out before she could stop herself and Emily looked at her, confused and/or worried. They were mostly the same expression, anyway, when worn by Emily.
“What?”
Katie shook her head, blowing lightly on her nails. “Nothing Ems. Just thinking.”
“It’ll be all right, Kay. I think. She sounds like she wants to make things better.”
“Does she?” Katie scoffed, not even bothering to check whether Emily looked upset by her response. Fucking platitudes, at this stage, when everything was already so far beyond them. Of course it was going to be all right. In Emily-world everything always had to be.
Emily sighed, obviously having given up, and rested her head on her hand as she stretched out on the couch. Her hair fell behind her as she titled her head back, allowing Katie to catch a glimpse of a rather obnoxious lovebite, red and purple all at once. She had to force down that sick feeling again, knowing who had made it, and when. And how (kind of).
“You ought to be more careful,” Katie said, voice thick with that feeling, the one that she didn’t want. She directed her gaze back to her nails, which were long. She thought of Emily’s nails, of Naomi’s. They were always coloured too (stupidly though, not fucking classy like this) but they were much shorter. Katie knew fuck all about lesbians but she knew about sex so it wasn’t entirely unobvious why they kept them that way.
“What?”
Katie didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. Nodded in her sister’s direction instead, feigning interest in already finished nails. “The fucking bonk-badge, Ems. If mum and dad see that they’ll go apeshit. Not to mention what James will say.”
“Oh, he already knows,” Emily says, flicking her hair forwards over her shoulder anyway, absently rubbing that place on her neck.
At this, Katie did look, only to see Emily looking fucking pleased with herself, eyes still on the television.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Are you fucking mental? Do you actually want to get caught?” Katie had straightened and leaned towards her sister as she whispered angrily, their parents just in the next room. As stupid as she knew Emily was for getting involved in this ridiculous relationship in the first place, Katie didn’t feel quite as intent on sabotage as she had done before. Emily, however, didn’t seem to have a problem sabotaging it all on her own. Evidently.
“He won’t say anything, Katie. Trust me.”
“It’s not trusting you that’s the problem, is it?”
“Look, he just won’t, okay? Naomi sorted it.” Katie scrunched her brow in confusion.
“How did...?”
Emily snapped her head around then, clearly fed up with this line of questioning. It made Katie flinch slightly, how Emily seemed aggressive now. Well, fuck her then.
“She just did, okay? Forget it. Look, I’m going to bed.” She softened, obviously remembering tomorrow. “Don’t go to bed too late, yeah? You’ll only end up watching shit on TV and crashing out on the couch.” She smiled, and touched Katie‘s shoulder on her way by.
Katie was stiff. It was like they had a pact, the three of them. One that she wasn’t allowed in on. She wondered if perhaps James had needed beating into submission as well, and then smiled at the thought of Naomi pinning the little shit against the door, threatening to cut his bollocks off if he blabbed.
It seemed like Naomi was making friends with Fitches all over the shop. She’d never break their mum though. Jenna was probably even more set against the gay thing than Katie was herself. It wasn’t comforting, really. Not even a bit.
****
It was almost 1am when Katie dragged herself from the sofa and up into bed. Emily was fast asleep. Katie could just make her out in the moonlight, face down, legs wrapped around the duvet. Dreaming, probably. Not of rocks and woods and blood, not dreams like Katie had, but of fucking holding hands, or snogging or... other stuff. Probably.
Katie shuddered as she climbed into bed, rubbing her feet together to warm up. One day she’d get some fucking slippers and not have to fight so hard to get circulation working back in her toes. Maybe one day she’d have someone to warm her feet for her.
She had to look twice when she found a message as she went to set the alarm on her phone. No one fucking text her or anything these days, so she rarely bothered to have her phone nearby. The silence was easier to tolerate when it was in another room.
Mostly, Katie just hoped that Emily hadn’t put her up to it, and then remembered that Naomi didn’t always do what Emily wanted. She settled down further into her mattress as she opened it.
Try not to get the other side of your head bashed in 2moro. It’d be a right fucking pain consoling your sister if you didn’t get up this time... Seriously, though - call if you need & I’ll come chase her with a cricket bat for you. xx
Katie smiled, and rolled her eyes sleepily. Checking the time the message was sent, she realised it might be a bit late to reply but did it anyway, hidden under the covers so as not to disturb her sister, as was the custom.
Got it. To be fair, my heels would be fuckin hard to run in, so your services might be required. Will let you know. If I don’t make it back go search the woods for my body. That’s if, you know, you don’t get distracted snogging my sister in the process this time... ;) x
The reply, which Katie was surprised to receive (fuck knows what Naomi was doing up so late) arrived quickly, and Katie had to laugh through her nose as she read.
Will definitely try to keep my tongue to myself in the event of an emergency. Ems said that you were more concerned about where my fingers were, though. Is that still acceptable? You’ll have died for a good cause, honestly. xx
Katie sent back a simple Fuck you, Campbell. Night, you bitch. Xxx
The Fuck you right back. Night Kay wiped the smile from Katie’s face all together. It was like they were actually friends now.
Katie didn’t want to think about what kind of door that opened as she wrapped her arm under her pillow, hugging it tightly to her head. It was the first thing she could admit to herself. She liked Naomi.
It was already too much, just knowing that, without the other nagging feeling that settled low in her gut when she thought about Naomi lying in her own bed, maybe smiling at Katie’s messages. Smiling and thinking about her for once and not Emily.
It was far, far too much.
Part Two