Fic: one truth at a time (2/3)
Title: one truth at a time (2/3)
Characters: Naomi, Emily, mentions of other characters
Pairing: Nominally Emily/Naomi
Rating: Soft R
Word Count: near 1,000
Spoilers: Up to Skins Series 3 Episode 7
Summary: Emily's trying to avoid Katie. She eventually goes home.
Warnings: Substance abuse, sexuality
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belongs to me.
Author's Notes: Much thanks to Kerry, for being a supportive beta and a wonderful conversationalist. Also, thanks to _ruined_ and
pitch_black_sky
More Author's Notes:This is a 3 chapter fic, I'm grateful for all of the comments! Sadly, this chapter and the next have no Effy, but comments to the first chapter have leaked into my brain and I'm currently working on a one-shot with some Effy/Emily friendliness. Last chapter to be posted tomorrow!
Emily was avoiding Naomi. Classic avoidance by not calling Naomi back or even, for Christ's sake, texting Naomi back over the weekend, or even answering one of the twelve, yes twelve, which is a normal number of phone calls (and not stalker-ish at all) to which Naomi had left encouraging, yet platonic, but still enthusiastic and friendly, most definitely friendly voicemails. Some of them were bloody witty, too.
Naomi had seethed, ready to start a blazing row with the girl when she finally met up with the red-headed devil. Somehow, seeing Emily in the flesh, watching her slowly ease over to open her own locker, twitchy and nonchalant, caused Naomi's anger to fade and be replaced by amusement. It had taken quite a lot of courage and determination on Naomi's part to remain silent and hidden whilst the quiet twin had sidled towards her own locker. Patience was not one of Naomi's strong points.
"Hey Ems."
Emily jumped, eyes widened, body tense.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, but I should be the one who's scared." Naomi tossed her blonde hair out of her eyes. "I haven't even heard of you being anywhere since that party at the club a couple of days ago. You weren't at class yesterday."
Emily slammed her locker shut. "I can't explain right now. Don't ask."
"Fine, I won't." Naomi looked Emily up and down. "I'll call you a bandit instead. Looks like you've been attacked by eyeliner and the eyeliner won."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, its just a new look I'm trying out."
"And a tiny dress, I see. You look a little like, I dunno, Effy." Naomi gave Emily a more critical once-over. "Maybe a little cuter, but still, Effy."
Emily's cheeks turned bright red. "Thanks for the support." She went for the classic Effy move, turning and waving over her shoulder. "Well, I'm off."
And stalked straight into Naomi.
"Oh, no you don't." Pale blue eyes stared directly into brown eyes. "Class is the other way. You don't miss class, Emily."
They both shuffled back and forth, neither of them giving ground in the hallway. Emily ceased her shuffling, and Naomi waited for her to speak.
"Naomi. Look, I feel ill and I'm going to the nurse's."
Naomi immediately retorted, "Oh, please, Ems, I know you way better than that. You're skipping, and about as clever as Cook, which is to say, not clever at all."
Emily, ignoring Naomi's words and clearly expecting the long-winded statement, wheeled around and finally managed to get away from an uncharacteristically silent Naomi.
"Why that little . . . " Naomi growled low under her breath and then stomped off to her first class.
At some point, halfway through the day, and in the middle of a particularly spirited class on Hamlet, which Emily was again conspicuously absent from, Naomi began to see the funny side of the entire confrontation. She turned to share her amusement by way of a smile or witty hand gesture, and realized too late that Emily wasn't in class. The one person she wanted to see was probably rolling in the grass or re-applying her raccoon eyes.
Naomi gave up all pretense of studiousness after that class and opted to walk up and down the halls instead. It was quite poetic that Naomi found Emily in the one peaceful place in Roundview College, the library.
Typical of the day, Emily got up to leave as soon as she could see Naomi.
"Hey." Naomi shifted between Emily and the exit. "Still got your knickers in a twist?"
"Life's all a bit shit for me these days." Emily replied honestly. "Sorry about the, the attitude this morning."
Emily's body remained tense. Naomi was struck by Emily's immediate desire to run which was so clearly written all over her face, in the set of her jaw, her flashing brown eyes. So often, Emily was pursuing Naomi, so often it was the reverse. Naomi was the one with all the problems, Emily was the one who came along and fixed them by being. By just being still and asking the questions. Naomi took a deep breath, she didn't want to fuck this, them, up by being a twat, not when it seemed most important.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Emily shrugged.
"This isn't the nurse's, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Emily sat back down. "You gonna report me?"
"No." Naomi shook her head. "Everybody skips a class eventually. Maybe even a couple. And anyway, if you're a rebel, I'm a rebel, too. I think our Maths teacher will be ecstatic to have her resident genius, that's you, and her resident know-nothing twat, that's me, out of her class for one day."
Emily crossed her arms, still defensive. "I'm sorry about not calling you back. I was a wreck all weekend, I'm in no fit state to be in class at all."
"Oh, that's okay, then." Naomi pulled a sad face. "I just worried myself sick was all. Cried myself to sleep, I did."
Emily looked up, searching Naomi's eyes.
"You think that's amusing? Is that a smile, then?"
Emily shook her head no, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "I'm too depressed for smiles these days."
"Depressed? What about? Count these towards the perhaps ten questions I've ever asked you so long as we've known each other." Naomi pulled a chair over and sat down next to Emily. Naomi grinned confidently. "Oh! I almost saw a smile there. Almost a smile."
Emily took a deep breath, keeping schtum. Clearly, staying in the library would not improve matters.
"How about this: we get the hell out of here." Naomi proposed, trying to keep her voice as pleasant as possible.
Emily grinned genuinely. "Fuck it. I don't have anything else to do."
As Emily got her kit together, Naomi stood and waited impatiently. Naomi couldn't get over the feeling that in some way, she had taken and passed some sort of test.
Characters: Naomi, Emily, mentions of other characters
Pairing: Nominally Emily/Naomi
Rating: Soft R
Word Count: near 1,000
Spoilers: Up to Skins Series 3 Episode 7
Summary: Emily's trying to avoid Katie. She eventually goes home.
Warnings: Substance abuse, sexuality
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belongs to me.
Author's Notes: Much thanks to Kerry, for being a supportive beta and a wonderful conversationalist. Also, thanks to _ruined_ and
pitch_black_sky
More Author's Notes:This is a 3 chapter fic, I'm grateful for all of the comments! Sadly, this chapter and the next have no Effy, but comments to the first chapter have leaked into my brain and I'm currently working on a one-shot with some Effy/Emily friendliness. Last chapter to be posted tomorrow!
Emily was avoiding Naomi. Classic avoidance by not calling Naomi back or even, for Christ's sake, texting Naomi back over the weekend, or even answering one of the twelve, yes twelve, which is a normal number of phone calls (and not stalker-ish at all) to which Naomi had left encouraging, yet platonic, but still enthusiastic and friendly, most definitely friendly voicemails. Some of them were bloody witty, too.
Naomi had seethed, ready to start a blazing row with the girl when she finally met up with the red-headed devil. Somehow, seeing Emily in the flesh, watching her slowly ease over to open her own locker, twitchy and nonchalant, caused Naomi's anger to fade and be replaced by amusement. It had taken quite a lot of courage and determination on Naomi's part to remain silent and hidden whilst the quiet twin had sidled towards her own locker. Patience was not one of Naomi's strong points.
"Hey Ems."
Emily jumped, eyes widened, body tense.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, but I should be the one who's scared." Naomi tossed her blonde hair out of her eyes. "I haven't even heard of you being anywhere since that party at the club a couple of days ago. You weren't at class yesterday."
Emily slammed her locker shut. "I can't explain right now. Don't ask."
"Fine, I won't." Naomi looked Emily up and down. "I'll call you a bandit instead. Looks like you've been attacked by eyeliner and the eyeliner won."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Yeah, its just a new look I'm trying out."
"And a tiny dress, I see. You look a little like, I dunno, Effy." Naomi gave Emily a more critical once-over. "Maybe a little cuter, but still, Effy."
Emily's cheeks turned bright red. "Thanks for the support." She went for the classic Effy move, turning and waving over her shoulder. "Well, I'm off."
And stalked straight into Naomi.
"Oh, no you don't." Pale blue eyes stared directly into brown eyes. "Class is the other way. You don't miss class, Emily."
They both shuffled back and forth, neither of them giving ground in the hallway. Emily ceased her shuffling, and Naomi waited for her to speak.
"Naomi. Look, I feel ill and I'm going to the nurse's."
Naomi immediately retorted, "Oh, please, Ems, I know you way better than that. You're skipping, and about as clever as Cook, which is to say, not clever at all."
Emily, ignoring Naomi's words and clearly expecting the long-winded statement, wheeled around and finally managed to get away from an uncharacteristically silent Naomi.
"Why that little . . . " Naomi growled low under her breath and then stomped off to her first class.
At some point, halfway through the day, and in the middle of a particularly spirited class on Hamlet, which Emily was again conspicuously absent from, Naomi began to see the funny side of the entire confrontation. She turned to share her amusement by way of a smile or witty hand gesture, and realized too late that Emily wasn't in class. The one person she wanted to see was probably rolling in the grass or re-applying her raccoon eyes.
Naomi gave up all pretense of studiousness after that class and opted to walk up and down the halls instead. It was quite poetic that Naomi found Emily in the one peaceful place in Roundview College, the library.
Typical of the day, Emily got up to leave as soon as she could see Naomi.
"Hey." Naomi shifted between Emily and the exit. "Still got your knickers in a twist?"
"Life's all a bit shit for me these days." Emily replied honestly. "Sorry about the, the attitude this morning."
Emily's body remained tense. Naomi was struck by Emily's immediate desire to run which was so clearly written all over her face, in the set of her jaw, her flashing brown eyes. So often, Emily was pursuing Naomi, so often it was the reverse. Naomi was the one with all the problems, Emily was the one who came along and fixed them by being. By just being still and asking the questions. Naomi took a deep breath, she didn't want to fuck this, them, up by being a twat, not when it seemed most important.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Emily shrugged.
"This isn't the nurse's, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Emily sat back down. "You gonna report me?"
"No." Naomi shook her head. "Everybody skips a class eventually. Maybe even a couple. And anyway, if you're a rebel, I'm a rebel, too. I think our Maths teacher will be ecstatic to have her resident genius, that's you, and her resident know-nothing twat, that's me, out of her class for one day."
Emily crossed her arms, still defensive. "I'm sorry about not calling you back. I was a wreck all weekend, I'm in no fit state to be in class at all."
"Oh, that's okay, then." Naomi pulled a sad face. "I just worried myself sick was all. Cried myself to sleep, I did."
Emily looked up, searching Naomi's eyes.
"You think that's amusing? Is that a smile, then?"
Emily shook her head no, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "I'm too depressed for smiles these days."
"Depressed? What about? Count these towards the perhaps ten questions I've ever asked you so long as we've known each other." Naomi pulled a chair over and sat down next to Emily. Naomi grinned confidently. "Oh! I almost saw a smile there. Almost a smile."
Emily took a deep breath, keeping schtum. Clearly, staying in the library would not improve matters.
"How about this: we get the hell out of here." Naomi proposed, trying to keep her voice as pleasant as possible.
Emily grinned genuinely. "Fuck it. I don't have anything else to do."
As Emily got her kit together, Naomi stood and waited impatiently. Naomi couldn't get over the feeling that in some way, she had taken and passed some sort of test.