"Naomily Phenomenon" book
Posted on 7/29/2010 sa pamamagitan ng balat Fansite


I just found out this text in the LilyandKatfans website.

"How started everything?" "Who had the idea to create Emily Fitch and Naomi Campbell?" "Did they think that Naomily was going to have many fans around the world?"… Surely, these tanong went through your mind at some point. But, now, a person wants to find the sagot to those questions.
Dr Ann-Marie Cook, has been one of those people who were surprised with this Naomily Phenomenon, and she has decided to look for the sagot and write a book about it.

With the name "Naomily...

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A/N: Wow, aren't you lot just lovely? Thankyou so much to those of you that reviewed the first chapter. I was not prepared for how much it made me smile! You shame me, because I'm rubbish at reviewing.

I have an overview in my head of where this story will go. For those of you wondering what's going on, it won't be a big mystery that will stretch throughout the story. My intention was just to slowly reveal madami details about Naomi, her motivations and her intentions over the first few chapters. That's just the way my head is telling me it must be written. So don't expect any Dickensian lawyers...

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Check that shizzle out! It is amazing Praise her please! :D

Now on with the fic...

"How many madami times do I have to tell you, Naomi? Leave this on!" Emily calls from the kitchen.

"And how many madami times do I have to tell you it's shit?" Naomi calls back from the living room, legs propped up on the table, flicking the channel over.

"I like it, Naoms." Emily appears at the door, leaning on the frame, pouting at the peroxide blonde. "Please, for me?"

"Oh, fuck sake." Naomi mutters, she knows she's going to cave. "Fine! But...

“I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt. You know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic asong babae to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work.
When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But. Really I was just terrified of the pain.
I screwed that girl Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that...