Sabrina ; The next generation

3

When I first told Naomi about my social media accounts, she was confused.

She was confused as to why I'd want to share my life on social media when I wouldn't be able to talk about what's in my blood.

I told her that I love that people don't know what I can do. I love to watch muggles live their lives and be completely clueless about our world.

Naomi called me a psychopath and I simply laughed.

Right now, she was sleeping heavily in my bed, looking prettier than ever, and I was sitting in my desk chair, scrolling through my Instagram feed.

From time to time I'd laugh at how muggles seemed obsessed with looking perfect in their pictures. I mean, it was kind of sad, really, that their world had what you would call "beauty standards".

"That is obviously photoshopped." I muttered to myself as I looked at a picture. "No one's got an arse that big."

"What the hell are you doing?" Naomi's voice started me and when I looked at her, she had herself propped up on one elbow, looking at me through squinted and tired eyes. "Why are you looking at arses?"

I smirked.

"Does the thought make you jealous?"

Naomi rolled her eyes at me and let her face drop back onto the pillow. She pulled the duvet up over her head and I laughed, pushing myself off my chair.

I jumped into the bed, startling her as the mattress almost bounced her off the bed. I moved onto my back, moving around to make sure I was in a good position.

"Comfortable yet?" Naomi looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and I grinned at her while she rolled onto her back.

I rested my head against her shoulder while holding my phone so she could see as well.

"Photoshopped or not photoshopped?" I asked, showing her the photo, and Naomi squinted her eyes.

"Photoshopped. No one's arse is that big."

"That's what I said!" I exclaimed and turned back to my phone while Naomi smiled.

I continued scrolling and she watched with me.

"Ooh, she's kinda hot." Naomi said and reached out to stop at the photo so I wouldn't scroll on.

"Right? That's like the only reason I follow her." I said. "But she's straight so that sucks."

Naomi hummed and I continued scrolling through the feed.

"Gay girls are always the hottest though." She muttered, causing me to smile.

"You think I'm hot."

"Of course I do." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I looked at her as she raised her arm, waiting for me to lift my head, and when she did, she wrapped her arm around my shoulders as I laid my head on hers.

Her hand rested on my arm and she rested her head against mine, and got the first time in a long time, I felt completely at peace.

I tilted my head a little so I could look at her face.

"Do you still love me?" I whispered. Naomi moved her hand up to brush hair out of my face.

She wasn't smiling. In fact, there was no expression on her face.

"Of course I do." She said quietly. "You know that."

"I treated you horribly though."

"You were sick." She pointed out and pressed a kiss to my nose. "I'll always love you, Sabrina."