Effy (Skins Uk)

Chapter three - Naomi's flat

I'd been living with Naomi for two months now and despite insisting that I pay rent she wouldn't hear of it. She's a great friend and I really don't know what I would have done without her. She understands my pain, her partner, Emily, left her, like Freddie left me. Even thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes. You'd think me and Naomi would talk about it, about how we feel and how we cope but we don't. But strangely, we're both okay with that, we're calm and relaxed in each other's presence, we're not therapists so why should we try and comfort each other when we can't even comfort ourselves.

"EFFY! WAKE UP! COME ON EFF I MADE BREAKFAST, WHEN DO I EVER MAKE BREAKFAST!"

Urgh, I sit up and scratch my head. I rub the dried drool clinging to my cheek in probably the most unattractive way possible. Why's Naomi made breakfast? She never makes breakfast... Partly because she's never awake in the mornings and partly because she burns everything. Literally. She'd even burn toast if you made her watch it carefully to make sure it doesn't burn, it's a nightmare. Our agreement is that I make all meals, which is fair really as she pays all the rent herself, but also because I'm not a big fan of burned food.

Lazily, I stumbled out of bed and grabbed the glass of water on my bedside table, taking a gulp. While making my way into the kitchen I realised Naomi wasn't alone, there was a guy next to her with his back turned to me, meaning she didn't cook breakfast, thank god. Smiling to myself, I took a seat at the table and took out my phone, I clicked on my Instagram app and started scrolling through the recent posts. Almost immediately I sensed the stranger in the kitchen was watching me. Slowly I looked up and saw that he had turned around, facing me. I could see him clearly and boy did I like him. He was tall, but not too tall. He was muscular, but not too muscular. He had piercing green eyes and short brown curly hair, (a bit like dan's hair in season 5 of gossip girl). He seemed to be around mine and Naomi's age. He smiled at me, while walking to the table and pulling himself out a chair. I grinned at him in reply, not bothering to care about how I must look right now having just got out of bed. I looked down again at my phone while acknowledging the fact that he was still staring at me.

"EFFY!"

I looked up to my flat mate and the stranger's eyes also wandered to Naomi as she handed me a plate of hash browns and bacon, (my favourite). I picked up my knife and fork and was about to dig in when I hesitated.

With a concerned look on my face I asked her, "Did you make this?" She smirked with a hint of evil,
"Why? Wouldn't you enjoy being poisoned this time in the morning?"
I grinned but asked again,
"Wow it would be a pleasure but seriously did you make this? Because if you did I'm really not eating it", I looked up at Naomi then glanced at the stranger across from me, who seemed to have an amused look on his face, "I'm really not going to eat it".

The stranger looked at me once again, "Actually the food is safe. I made it."
I looked at him and smirked, took the plate and started eating. He stared at me once again, but I ignored him which seemed to fascinate him even more.