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Love on a Train : Chapter One

Title: Love on a Train, Chapter I
Author: heather_hogan
Translation: Lily & Kat Fans Staff
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Naomi Campbell read your mail, naked, on Sunday night. It was an old custom now, the way they stacked the cards on the table during every week, expected to open them until the last moment of the weekend and were divided into three distinct categories: those that are paid, they have to throw, which must be answered. There was a fourth category - "Which should be saved" - but always opened these the day they arrived.

stack "that must be answered" was the smallest, could hardly be considered a battery. That night there was only one letter and his laughter echoed in the ceiling. She returns to bed as you read:

Miss Campbell,

The Dean of Student Affairs is interested in your opinion. Tell us: What have you learned during your stay at the University of Goldsmiths?

Sincerely,

Dr. Howard Masterson.

was a postcard. Three years. Fifteen thousand pounds of what he learned was to go into a postcard! Naomi took a pen and the bit for a moment before writing the card and put everything he knew memory after a college career almost complete.

Sunday The last train leaving London Euston to Manchester leave at eleven and a half. Took 33 minutes to get from New Cross to Euston underground. Emily takes 47 minutes to shower and set up his bag, which means that I can only keep Emily in bed a lot until 22:10. Emily says that the double digit numbers are lucky. She's always talking about doubles. I think it's because he has a twin sister. I also think he's right. The first year, the last Sunday train will salíaa Manchester seven-fifteen.

introduced its answer in the envelope that had been provided, and put the letter in the pile of "to be paid" on his bedside table, and was thinking of putting it on the stack of "to be thrown" into the trash when he heard a "Hey!" Emily that frightened her. She screamed and threw the fliers and takeout menus from the air, creating a kind of storm of papers.

"Why are you pulling my magazine" Hello " away?" Said Emily.

"Jesus You scared me to death!" Naomi said, straining to pick up the papers without getting out of bed. "Sorry about your magazine, it looked like garbage, I forgot.

"I forget every weekend," said Emily, with her back to Naomi, as she opened the drawer of the bedside table.

"You're not here every weekend," said Naomi. Runaway cleaning project, leaned his elbow and admired Emily naked. "They send the magazine to my house, your apartment in Manchester, the home of your parents in Bristol. "

" I like to read on the train when I go back to college! "

Emily

Naomi turned and thought he was going to stomp his foot, but she rolled her eyes when she saw the leer of Naomi, and threw a pair of pants, jeans and a jersey.

Naomi threw

clothes away and gave Emily a top-down look.

Emily laughed. "No. No time. Get dressed, we have to go in ten minutes. "

" Do not go, "complained Naomi. "Stay with me."

"Have you seen my blue shirt with spaghetti straps? "said Emily, ignoring Naomi. "I think the last time I wore it was at this club - What? Why are you smiling like that? "

" I broke the straps on this thing for weeks. With my teeth. "

" Naomi! "Said Emily, this time snapping foot. "It was my favorite!"

"Do not blame me: you were the one who said" Get me off this fucking thing. "

She dropped back into the pillows and put his hands behind his head, smiling with an air of self-sufficiency, staring at the ceiling.

"Seven minutes," Emily said as she moved against a pair of jeans and a T-Naomi. "Raise your lazy ass"

Naomi growled and grabbed the clothes that Emily had been released, determined not to leave the bed until it was completely Emily sure volveríaa not lie. The odds were small, considering that Emily was dressed, getting a tail in her hair, looking a bit messy and her shoes in the small room. A will only Naomi was a weapon in the arsenal.

"It's going to get very cold out there," she said. "You're going to die of cold on that train. is a pity, when you could stay in this beautiful ... hot ... bed. "

She lifted the blanket and patted the mattress. Emily shook her head, looked at her and gave a half smile, one that both Naomi loved.

Naomi sighed and rose dramatically. When I was dressed, put Emily bag on his shoulder, and stood at the door, tapping your foot while looking for his orders maldecíay Emily shoes. Naomi did not know why I had never thought of that before Emily could not leave without your shoes. Perhaps it would start to hide on Sunday morning.

"Aha," said Emily, finally finding them under the bed. Around the room once looked Masy took one look at his watch. "Perfect," he said as he pulled his shoulder bag and volvíaa Naomi bed. There were three steps at least, had decided before that Naomi had to sacrifice the space had to walk and buy a bigger bed. Naomi's knees buckled when it hit the colchóny Emily climbed on top of it.

"I thought that we had to go," Naomi chuckled as Emily sat on her hips and filled her with kisses along his jaw.

"We have two minutes," Emily said before capturing Naomi's mouth, complete with a warm kiss.

all ended too soon. I always ended too soon. And Emily was getting up to Naomi.

"Do not go," Naomi said again, trying to pull Emily to bed again. "Stay with me."

"It's the first day where students have to teach you like to explain to my parents why I expelled from the university in my last semester because I did not complete the practical part of my career? "

Naomi did not know why it did not occur then. They had talked for a long time. Emily began to teach the students tomorrow. A semester in college and then she would seek work in the real world. London no more than a weekend, Manchester to other Bristol next summer together before the routine begins. One more semester. Ten weeks later, and things changed forever.

Naomi Emily followed to the door, turning off lights behind them.

It was cold on the street, as well as Naomi said he would, and Emily grabbed Naomi's gloved hand with it as soon as they were outside. It was like every Sunday night they spent in London. Emily gave her three sandwiches to the same three homeless people who were close to the apartment of Naomi in the winter. The crosswalk was put in green as soon as I pressed them. The subway doors open as soon as they stepped off the elevator. Emily was crossed arms over his magazine "Hello" in the first train, his hand on the thigh of Naomi. She rested her head on Naomi's shoulder in the second train, stroking the palm of your hand with your fingers.

Naomi was determined to think of what I thought every Sunday night, but she could not remember it was exactly. In contrast, Emily's words were repeated in his head, demanding his attention. Teaching for students, last semester. The sentences were linked to images that Naomi had forgotten to remember: brochures on the desk of Emily in her apartment, brochures Emily's room at home with their parents, brochures in the damn kitchen Katie, for the love of God English teacher in Singapore! Teachers without borders! Opportunities to teach in Africa! Teach abroad! (Minimum 5-year commitment)

Emily always put things in all directions, visiting on weekends, why were none of these brochures in the apartment of Naomi?

They never really talked about what Emily would do after graduation. Naomi had assumed - What? What was taken? What is mudaríaa graduaríay Emily London live in the small apartment Naomi until Naomi completed his post-graduate, fill each part of the apartment with lamps because she loves the light, its batteries would Magazine "Hello" on the bedside table of Naomi, fucking your system off, that Naomi abrazaríaa night (including the nights of the week-end), I would love to Naomi at MAN , ana (even when the next day would have to go to school), eat with her every night (take-out, naked in bed every Thursday), drink tea with her every evening (with good cups Emily's mom said it might have when they graduate)? Yes. Yes, that's exactly what she had assumed would happen. Just as I had assumed that Emily would continue to Goldsmiths in its first year.

Naomi had not mentioned any of those things - either before or now - because he never mentioned anything about the future. He did not like, never liked it, enclosed in something not offered a medal or a certificate after completion. She had planned her career, single - and suddenly realized that Emily had done the same.

Euston was deserted as every Sunday around midnight. Naomi had learned long ago that could jump the fence without getting into trouble. There was only one guard watching old platform. He knew them - after three years - and liked him. Well, He liked Emily.

"Hi Carl," Emily said when they arrived.

"Miss Emily," he said, nodding. "Miss Naomi."

Emily turned to see Naomi, hugging her and rubbing her nose against his neck. Naomi embraced with great force, more than he could remember having done on that platform. "Do not go," he whispered against Emily's hair.

Emily pushed her and kissed her gently. "I will send you a message when you get home."

The words burned inside Naomi. Emily wanted to grab her, shake her for saying that That is not home! wanted to scream in the face can not be your home! You can not have a home if I'm not there!

"It's time to go, Miss Emily," shouted Carl.

Emily smiled and kissed him on the cheek Naomi. "See you next weekend."

Naomi tried to smile, but you could say that did nothing more than a grimace. As I watched Emily walking towards the train door, she felt a sense of panic Or were nausea? I did not. He had seen hundreds of times to Carl helping Emily to get on the train. He had seen hundreds of times the doors closed behind her. Tonight, when closed, she thought she was going to vomit.

The driver made a last call and Naomi started walking toward the car Emily. The train began to move slowly and Naomi started jogging.

"Miss Naomi?" Carl called as he passed in front of him. He pulled the emergency switch Emily wagon and the door opened. She came just as the train moved away from the platform.

"Naomi" Emily started. "What the hell are you ...?"

" Do not go, "Naomi gasped. "Stay with me."

"Naomi, really," What ...?"

"Do not go," he said again, stepping towards her. "Stay with me."

"Naomi, I ..."

"What ; date with me forever. "

" What? "

"Emily," Naomi has not yet caught his breath. He stepped forward once again. "Emsy. Marry me. "


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