"OH MY F*CK!" I heard a voice come from behind me. I recognised that voice well, even if it was still new to me.
I rose from my seat and spun around, catching Naomi's stare in my own.
"NAOMI!" I screamed, running towards her.
Even though I only really met her over Skype calls, we instantly clicked as soon as we said hi, and have been friends ever since.
I flung my arms around her neck, pulling her in to the first hug we have ever had.
"I have waited for this moment for so, so long," Naomi groaned, placing her head in the crook of my neck.
I laughed at her tiredness.
"Jet lag?" I asked.
"You wouldn't believe how much ice-cream I needed just to get here," she laughed in return.
We seperated, walking back to the lunch table. Michael was in the toilets, in case you were wondering.
"Soooo…" I started, preparing to introduce everyone to Naomi.
"This is Naomi guys," I said optimistically, a slight spring in my step.
A chorus of hi's and hey's circled around the group, except for Calum who suddenly bursted out a "Your Michael's girlfriend, aren't you?"
Naomi suddenly got very confident, giving a vigorous nod.
"Yeah. I really love him,"
"He talks about you all the time," Calum responded.
"To say that would be the biggest understatement of the year Cal," Ashton laughed.
Naomi chuckled, sitting down next to the two couples.
I sat next to her as the congregation started up their chat again.
"So, where's Michael then?" Naomi asked, turning to face me.
"Oh he's just-"
"NAOMI EFFING KERSLAKE COME KISS MY RIGHT NOW!" I heard from behind me. I've said that twice today already.
Naomi squealed, standing up and running into Michael's arms. They smashed their lips together, earning dirty looks from the other girls in the cafeteria. I like to call them cake faces.
You see, Michael's quite a popular guy, purple hair and all. So Naomi might have to watch out.
Michael was totally head over heals for her anyways, so maybe she won't have much of a problem.
I woke up, with a cold feeling on my body, to the sound of crying.
Yesterday, Naomi and I bunked off school and had possible the beat day of my life.
That might be a bit of an exaggeration but oh well.
We played COD, fifa and god knows how many games up until about 10pm. Then we watched the 1st season of Pokémon and insidious.
And the best part is, I got to spend it with my best friend.
But now I'm up at 3am for some strange, unknown reason.
Who was crying?
I crawled out of bed, suddenly realising the reason I was so cold was because Naomi wasn't in my arms.
'That's funny,' I though. 'She fell asleep there.'
Grabbing a random t-shirt off the floor and tossing it on my naked torso (just to say, I was wearing bottoms), I walked into the long empty hallway on the other side of my door, moving in the direction of the noise.
It crescendoed as I got closer, finding myself on the porch outside. I left my window open.
"Naomi? Are you okay?" I asked, sitting down next to her on the wooden swing set we had.
Her cheeks were stained with old tears and her hair was swept over one shoulder, the green highlights blending together. She told me she dyed it green because she loved Shrek.
She was always doing things like that. She got a tattoo of 4 birds on her lower arm because she always wanted to be free and fly away. She got a sharpie and drew cat whiskers on her face for a whole week because she loved Dan and Phil. She wore a green and silver scarf to show everyone that she was in Slytherin, even though it was Summer and about 23° outside. (btw, 23° is quite hot over here in Britain).
I put an arm around her tall frame, drawing her in closer. It was then I noticed the scars on her wrists below her black painted nails, and the twitter page she had open on her phone.
I immediately grabbed it and drew away, scrolling through the page infront of me.
"NO! Michael, please don't." Naomi begged, reaching out to grab back the iPhone 5(C), failing everytime.
"Where did you find this?" I half whispered, but still keeping my voice firm. Tears pricked my eyes.
"Someone at your school. She told me to check it out," Naomi mumbled, drawing her hands into her stomach. She was curled in a ball on the floor.
"And what did the b!tch look like?" I demanded, my voice rising each second I got angrier.
"She had dyed blonde hair, I think," Naomi said. "And so much makeup on her face it must of been weighing her down."
I knew who she was talking about right away. Sure, there were many girls at this school that heaped on makeup and dyed their hair blonde. But this one had been obsessing over me all year: she encouraged the jocks to beat up Suzy because she was apparently 'getting too close to her boyfriend'. She I also said that I was hers.
God save me.
"Goddamnit Maddison," I said under my breath, pulling Naomi up. The twitter page was full of tweets calling Naomi a slut and a cheater, saying she was using me and manipulating me into sexual acts and all the bs.
We reached my bedroom and I pulled her into my arms, playing with her hair that I adored.
"Never cut again, you hear me? Never. Not for me. Not them. Not for anyone. Because everytime you hurt yourself, your hurting me. And do you want to do that?" I ended my little pep talk, holding her face so she could look up at me.
She nodded whilst biting her lip, before giving me a quick peck on the lips.
It lingered there as she untangled herself from me walking into the bathroom connected to my room. I sat in bed and watched as she flushed something down the toilet.
When she climbed back in bed, she told me that they were her blades that she had flushed.
"I'm so proud of you," I whispered, kissing her head before falling back asleep.