Dog Days are Over (4/?)
Apparently I really don't like homework.
Title: Dog Days are Over
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Emily and Naomi (who else...?)
Rating: M (for a lot of swearing, "adult concepts", bla bla bla)
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. But if i did, i would be rather rich (which is always nice) and the whole series would probably revolve around Naomily. So... yeah...
Dog Days are Over (4/?)
She opened her azure eyes, and quickly covered them again with her hand.
“Fuck me” She muttered.Her back hurt, and her feet were cold.
Naomi sat up on the hard bench. In her other hand were an empty bottle of vodka and a cleared out box of STUN stuffed into the vodka bottle. She slowly opened her eyes again, and let the bright light hit them. She looked down the hill, and saw her bicycle smashed. The front wheel bent, and the back wheel gone. She looked around for Cook, but only spotted her shoes. She got off the bench and walked over to them. Naomi’s head pounded, and the ground became unstable under her bare feet. She succumbed to gravity fucking with her, and dropped to the paved walkway. Her hands squeezed her head, attempting to make the pain go away, and hopefully recollect memories of events of last night; none of them Naomi remembered.
**
Emily was still asleep in Effy’s bed, and Effy struck up another cigarette. She sat on the bed and stared at the sleeping girl. There was something peculiar about Emily. Her mouth formed the most perfect smile, but Emily never really took full advantage of it. It was either an embarrassed smile, or a joyful smile that still reminisced in doubt. It was never full. It bothered Effy. A lot of things bothered Effy. She didn’t understand why people just didn’t speak what they were thinking. She wouldn’t have said anything if Emily hadn’t spoken her mind, but Emily did, and here they were. She walked over to her window and flicked the cigarette out. She looked back at Emily; the sight of the girl so peaceful brought odd warmth to Effy’s chest. Effy knew Emily was strong; she also knew that Emily just needed to find the strength herself. Effy grabbed her jacket, her cigarettes, leaned over the bed, placed a protective kiss on Emily’s forehead and walked out without a sound.
**
“Go! Go! Go! 12 points and you win!” Cook chanted Naomi on as she staggered up the hill with her bicycle.
“I think this hill hates me.” Naomi panted as she and her bicycle arrived at the top.
“Alright mate, send it off. Show me your skills.” Cook put his arm around Naomi, steadying himself.
Naomi looked at him, “What game are we even fucking playing?”
“Chuck-a-lot? A game that consists of throwing bikes down hills?” Cook removed his arm, and slapped his hands together. “Show me what you got!”
“Right.” Naomi closed her eyes and pushed the bicycle as hard as she could.
WHAP! CRAAAAACK! HISSSSSSS. She opened them and witnessed her bicycle tumbling down the hill. She grinned as the bicycle flipped in the air, the front wheel becoming more deformed with each flip. The tumble ended with a loud CRACK, and Cook slapped Naomi’s back, “Very nice indeed. I’m giving it 13 points. An extra point for the hiss.”
They both laughed and sat down on the bench behind them. A lull came between them. Cook was humming some tune, and Naomi was thinking about the redhead… as usual.
“Is it weird to say that I think I would only like Emily’s tits?” Naomi waited for a second, in attempt to create a linear sentence, “Cookie? You know what they are like?” She slurred.
“What?” Cook leaned his face close to Naomi’s. He couldn’t really see well, and the closer he was to Naomi, the less she spun.
“Emily’s tits…They are like pineapples. Pointy but delicious.” She grinned and swayed.
“I fucking love pineapples. Effy’s are like… Oompa Loompas. Mischievous, but cute.”
Naomi doubled over laughing. “Oompa Loompas!” She repeated.
“Yeah. Oompa Loompas.” He laughed, and looked out at the lights illuminating Bristol.
“Fucking hilarious.” Naomi’s laugh died down, and she stared along side Cook.
“Do you love her?” Cook asked.
“I don’t know what love feels like. So I don’t know.” She said point blank. “I honestly don’t know.”
“It’s like… riding a ride at an amusement park. Every time they come into a room, the ride drops, and your stomach flip-flops.” Cook said softly.
Naomi breathed in, “That is such a fucking cliché.”
“Yeah, but it’s fucking true. Here I’ll give you a test. And then you’ll know love and all it’s many wonders.” Cook turned towards Naomi.
“Fine. Go ahead.” Naomi sank her side into the backside of the bench.
“Does your stomach flip-flop when you see her?”
“Maybe. But so-“
“Nuh huh. You haven’t let the Cookie monster finish.” Cook’s face had become gentle. His smile was more innocent, and his guard was let down.
“Fine.”
“Have you memorized every curve, crease, bump, feel of her body?”
“Possibly.”
“Is she always somewhere in your thoughts?”
Naomi nodded her head. She felt naked, vulnerable, and open. She didn’t like it. She reckoned that anybody could hurt her with the flick of a wrist. She looked away from Cook and settled her gaze again on the lights.
“When she touches you, do you feel it every where? And I mean every where.” Cook winked.
“Oh shut up Cook. Yes. I do.”
“Do you feel all floaty and shit when you kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Are you attracted to her?”
“Obviously.”
“Do you feel free?” Cook held free, like he was singing a lyric.
Naomi laughed, “Yes.”
“Do you love her?”
“Yes.”
“HA! You love her!” Cook jumped up and pointed at Naomi. “Naomikins loves Emilykins. Alls well that ends well.”
“Is that Shakespeare?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Cook toppled over and fell on the grass. “All I know is that I just got you to confess your love for Emily. I’m loving myself, I do say so.”
“Right, well now there is a label for what I feel. But not a solution. Cook? Did you hear me? I need a solution.” Naomi looked over and saw Cook passed out on the grass, snoring softly. “Bloody hell. I know I love her. But how do I fix it?” Naomi asked. Her eyelids became heavy, and she lied back on the bench and fell asleep.
Title: Dog Days are Over
Fandom: Skins
Pairing: Emily and Naomi (who else...?)
Rating: M (for a lot of swearing, "adult concepts", bla bla bla)
Disclaimer: I do not own skins. But if i did, i would be rather rich (which is always nice) and the whole series would probably revolve around Naomily. So... yeah...
Dog Days are Over (4/?)
She opened her azure eyes, and quickly covered them again with her hand.
“Fuck me” She muttered.Her back hurt, and her feet were cold.
Naomi sat up on the hard bench. In her other hand were an empty bottle of vodka and a cleared out box of STUN stuffed into the vodka bottle. She slowly opened her eyes again, and let the bright light hit them. She looked down the hill, and saw her bicycle smashed. The front wheel bent, and the back wheel gone. She looked around for Cook, but only spotted her shoes. She got off the bench and walked over to them. Naomi’s head pounded, and the ground became unstable under her bare feet. She succumbed to gravity fucking with her, and dropped to the paved walkway. Her hands squeezed her head, attempting to make the pain go away, and hopefully recollect memories of events of last night; none of them Naomi remembered.
**
Emily was still asleep in Effy’s bed, and Effy struck up another cigarette. She sat on the bed and stared at the sleeping girl. There was something peculiar about Emily. Her mouth formed the most perfect smile, but Emily never really took full advantage of it. It was either an embarrassed smile, or a joyful smile that still reminisced in doubt. It was never full. It bothered Effy. A lot of things bothered Effy. She didn’t understand why people just didn’t speak what they were thinking. She wouldn’t have said anything if Emily hadn’t spoken her mind, but Emily did, and here they were. She walked over to her window and flicked the cigarette out. She looked back at Emily; the sight of the girl so peaceful brought odd warmth to Effy’s chest. Effy knew Emily was strong; she also knew that Emily just needed to find the strength herself. Effy grabbed her jacket, her cigarettes, leaned over the bed, placed a protective kiss on Emily’s forehead and walked out without a sound.
**
“Go! Go! Go! 12 points and you win!” Cook chanted Naomi on as she staggered up the hill with her bicycle.
“I think this hill hates me.” Naomi panted as she and her bicycle arrived at the top.
“Alright mate, send it off. Show me your skills.” Cook put his arm around Naomi, steadying himself.
Naomi looked at him, “What game are we even fucking playing?”
“Chuck-a-lot? A game that consists of throwing bikes down hills?” Cook removed his arm, and slapped his hands together. “Show me what you got!”
“Right.” Naomi closed her eyes and pushed the bicycle as hard as she could.
WHAP! CRAAAAACK! HISSSSSSS. She opened them and witnessed her bicycle tumbling down the hill. She grinned as the bicycle flipped in the air, the front wheel becoming more deformed with each flip. The tumble ended with a loud CRACK, and Cook slapped Naomi’s back, “Very nice indeed. I’m giving it 13 points. An extra point for the hiss.”
They both laughed and sat down on the bench behind them. A lull came between them. Cook was humming some tune, and Naomi was thinking about the redhead… as usual.
“Is it weird to say that I think I would only like Emily’s tits?” Naomi waited for a second, in attempt to create a linear sentence, “Cookie? You know what they are like?” She slurred.
“What?” Cook leaned his face close to Naomi’s. He couldn’t really see well, and the closer he was to Naomi, the less she spun.
“Emily’s tits…They are like pineapples. Pointy but delicious.” She grinned and swayed.
“I fucking love pineapples. Effy’s are like… Oompa Loompas. Mischievous, but cute.”
Naomi doubled over laughing. “Oompa Loompas!” She repeated.
“Yeah. Oompa Loompas.” He laughed, and looked out at the lights illuminating Bristol.
“Fucking hilarious.” Naomi’s laugh died down, and she stared along side Cook.
“Do you love her?” Cook asked.
“I don’t know what love feels like. So I don’t know.” She said point blank. “I honestly don’t know.”
“It’s like… riding a ride at an amusement park. Every time they come into a room, the ride drops, and your stomach flip-flops.” Cook said softly.
Naomi breathed in, “That is such a fucking cliché.”
“Yeah, but it’s fucking true. Here I’ll give you a test. And then you’ll know love and all it’s many wonders.” Cook turned towards Naomi.
“Fine. Go ahead.” Naomi sank her side into the backside of the bench.
“Does your stomach flip-flop when you see her?”
“Maybe. But so-“
“Nuh huh. You haven’t let the Cookie monster finish.” Cook’s face had become gentle. His smile was more innocent, and his guard was let down.
“Fine.”
“Have you memorized every curve, crease, bump, feel of her body?”
“Possibly.”
“Is she always somewhere in your thoughts?”
Naomi nodded her head. She felt naked, vulnerable, and open. She didn’t like it. She reckoned that anybody could hurt her with the flick of a wrist. She looked away from Cook and settled her gaze again on the lights.
“When she touches you, do you feel it every where? And I mean every where.” Cook winked.
“Oh shut up Cook. Yes. I do.”
“Do you feel all floaty and shit when you kiss?”
“Yes.”
“Are you attracted to her?”
“Obviously.”
“Do you feel free?” Cook held free, like he was singing a lyric.
Naomi laughed, “Yes.”
“Do you love her?”
“Yes.”
“HA! You love her!” Cook jumped up and pointed at Naomi. “Naomikins loves Emilykins. Alls well that ends well.”
“Is that Shakespeare?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Cook toppled over and fell on the grass. “All I know is that I just got you to confess your love for Emily. I’m loving myself, I do say so.”
“Right, well now there is a label for what I feel. But not a solution. Cook? Did you hear me? I need a solution.” Naomi looked over and saw Cook passed out on the grass, snoring softly. “Bloody hell. I know I love her. But how do I fix it?” Naomi asked. Her eyelids became heavy, and she lied back on the bench and fell asleep.