imoanjustice:

miss-emily-fitch:

imoanjustice:

miss-emily-fitch:

Emily rolled her eyes as Katie continued to sloppily attach her face to her sports star boyfriend’s lips. It was disgusting. She tugged at her sweater awkwardly as the couple repositioned themselves on the park bench. Emily finally decided she had enough when she felt the boy’s arm dig into her…

Naomi crinkled up her nose and observed the thing before her. “Fuck it.This will get me there faster.” She rode the bike and hastly pedaled her way out of her house.

It was one of those days were she decided to attend a meeting for a rally about tuition fees occurring near their area. She drove past houses and turned around in a corner. Street lights guiding her through the night.

“Ah shortcut!” She went inside a park, she passed by trees and a small pond. “Fuck I’m gonna be late.”  She swiftly turned into corners passed by some bushes and benches. She briefly saw a swift red thing in the crook of her eye. Out of curiosity she turned around. “Is that—” While not looking in front, her wheel bumped on a tiny rock and caused her to go off-balance.

A loud thoud was heard. “Fuck sakes!” Naomi screamed as she fell off the bike. She took a deep breath and sighed loudly. She gazed into the stars and then her surroundings. She adjusted her vision that made her jaw drop. ”Emily.” She whispered.

It had been years since she saw her. Emily Fitch. A lot of repressed emotions came running back at her, but she showed an indifferent image. She saw her alone, feeling lonely. She wanted to accompany her but— ‘I’m not gay.’ She thought. She fixed herself, grabbed her bike, and started to walk away from Emily.

But she can’t help but to glance back one more time.

                 As Emily stared sadly at the dying cigarette, she heard the sounds of wheels coming towards her followed by a loud thud. She jumped and turned around, seeing a girl with platinum blonde hair on the ground next to her fallen bike. As Emily squinted her eyes to see who the mysterious girl was she heard her whisper Emily’s name. Suddenly she knew exactly who it was. Naomi Campbell. Emily breathed deep and looked back up to the stars. Really? She mentally cursed, out of all the people to run into at this exact moment it had to be Naomi fucking Campbell. There had been so many things Emily had wanted to say to her, but no words seemed to escape her lips. Above all, she wanted desperately to apologize. It was because of her that everyone, namely Katie, spread lies about Naomi. However, the only thing Emily seemed to acheive was standing there awkwardly as Naomi walked away from her. 

        “Wait!” Emily called before she knew what she was doing “Naomi, I-” It stopped there. Her one second of courage to talk to Naomi had gone. She had no idea how to put all she wanted to say into one sentence, let alone a conversation. Fuck it. “I’m sorry.” she said finally, realizing that was on the top of the list. She missed her. It took seeing her in person to realize just how much. “No, I can’t fucking miss her, she doesn’t want you.” Emily thought to herself pushing away the thought. Emily was they gay one, not Naomi.

“Wait.” Naomi heard those words clearly but pretended to be deaf. She forced herself to walk and dragged the bike along with her. Each step for Naomi feels like a prick in her heart. But she’s independent and doesn’t need anyone, she can get through anything alone. She’s strong.

“Naomi, I-” Emily’s voice made her stop in her tracks. She felt vulnerable. She took a deep breathe and pushed away the feelings that are occuring. She closed her eyes for a second and recalled the other girl’s voice calling her. She felt something— bliss. But she quickly sighed and numbed herself to everything.

“I’m sorry.” Naomi turned to the red-headed girl and smiled sadly. She walked a few steps towards her, just enough so that Emily could hear her voice. ”Emily, I—” She was lost for words as her emotions started to stir inside her. She can’t bear it anymore she thought to herself. Emily, could still do things to her even if she put so many walls around her. She can’t stand not being close to Emily. She misses her so much that it hurts.

She wiped the tear in the corner of her eye and smiled at Emily. “You know what? Fuck all of this! Let’s just start again.” She said as she offered her a handshake.

                 Emily felt as if a part of her was dying inside as Naomi continued to walk away. There was so much she wanted, or rather needed to say. But Naomi hated her, she knew she did. And why shouldn’t she? Emily had made her life a living hell all because she was selfish and scared. If she had been half as confident as Naomi, she never would have been in this mess. She squeezed her shut, trapping the tear that threatened to fall from her eye. 

           “Emily, I-” Emily’s eyes shot open at the sound of Naomi’s voice. She stared at her sad smile and waited for her to finish. It felt as if hours were going by as Emily pulled together a list of outcomes in her mind. She expected Naomi to hate her, to yell at her, to hit her, or worst of all, ignore her…all things she deserved. However what Naomi said next shocked her more than any outcome she could possibly imagine. She wanted to start again. Without even trying, a smile crept along Emily’s lips. Her hand shook as she brought it up to meet Naomi’s. As their hands made contact Emily suddenly felt warm inside, happy…No, she thought as she shook away the feeling. Don’t even start. Don’t push her away…again. She knew Naomi was straight, she had made it very clear. “That would be nice.” Emily said simply as she pulled her hand away. “Hello, I’m Emily.” Emily said, smiling. “And you are…?” Emily wouldn’t screw up the second chance. It was a fresh start, a new beginning…a new friend. Just a friend.

imoanjustice:

miss-emily-fitch:

Emily rolled her eyes as Katie continued to sloppily attach her face to her sports star boyfriend’s lips. It was disgusting. She tugged at her sweater awkwardly as the couple repositioned themselves on the park bench. Emily finally decided she had enough when she felt the boy’s arm dig into her…

Naomi crinkled up her nose and observed the thing before her. “Fuck it.This will get me there faster.” She rode the bike and hastly pedaled her way out of her house.

It was one of those days were she decided to attend a meeting for a rally about tuition fees occurring near their area. She drove past houses and turned around in a corner. Street lights guiding her through the night.

“Ah shortcut!” She went inside a park, she passed by trees and a small pond. “Fuck I’m gonna be late.”  She swiftly turned into corners passed by some bushes and benches. She briefly saw a swift red thing in the crook of her eye. Out of curiosity she turned around. “Is that—” While not looking in front, her wheel bumped on a tiny rock and caused her to go off-balance.

A loud thoud was heard. “Fuck sakes!” Naomi screamed as she fell off the bike. She took a deep breath and sighed loudly. She gazed into the stars and then her surroundings. She adjusted her vision that made her jaw drop. ”Emily.” She whispered.

It had been years since she saw her. Emily Fitch. A lot of repressed emotions came running back at her, but she showed an indifferent image. She saw her alone, feeling lonely. She wanted to accompany her but— ‘I’m not gay.’ She thought. She fixed herself, grabbed her bike, and started to walk away from Emily.

But she can’t help but to glance back one more time.

                 As Emily stared sadly at the dying cigarette, she heard the sounds of wheels coming towards her followed by a loud thud. She jumped and turned around, seeing a girl with platinum blonde hair on the ground next to her fallen bike. As Emily squinted her eyes to see who the mysterious girl was she heard her whisper Emily’s name. Suddenly she knew exactly who it was. Naomi Campbell. Emily breathed deep and looked back up to the stars. Really? She mentally cursed, out of all the people to run into at this exact moment it had to be Naomi fucking Campbell. There had been so many things Emily had wanted to say to her, but no words seemed to escape her lips. Above all, she wanted desperately to apologize. It was because of her that everyone, namely Katie, spread lies about Naomi. However, the only thing Emily seemed to acheive was standing there awkwardly as Naomi walked away from her. 

        “Wait!” Emily called before she knew what she was doing “Naomi, I-” It stopped there. Her one second of courage to talk to Naomi had gone. She had no idea how to put all she wanted to say into one sentence, let alone a conversation. Fuck it. “I’m sorry.” she said finally, realizing that was on the top of the list. She missed her. It took seeing her in person to realize just how much. “No, I can’t fucking miss her, she doesn’t want you.” Emily thought to herself pushing away the thought. Emily was they gay one, not Naomi.