So it begins. Here is a memory that takes place some time after Will's birthday party (as mentioned below), where Naomi and Emily are still on good terms in the early stages of their ~blossoming friendship~. I know I hinted a few times throughout the story the difference between their social classes or whatever, Naomi being on the lower half of the middle class spectrum and Emily significantly higher up. I think I mainly wrote part of this to showcase that, but at the time I felt it wasn't as important as whatever other memory I replaced it with, I guess.

I hope you enjoy this extra. :D

love, love, love to you all!

"Oh my god…I feel like I can't move." Naomi slurred as she sat on a couch in Will's basement. She'd been in that spot for the past hour and a half. All she knew was that she was sunken into the couch and Will was lying on the floor, both of them just blankly staring up at the ceiling.

Smoking too much can do that to a person.

Her head drooped down and her chin rested on her chest as she mumbled "Will, I'm gonna fucking kill you."

He hummed a laugh in response, too lazy to open his mouth properly.

Her stomach was doing some weird shit. It felt like it wasn't actually attached to her, but sitting on top of her abdomen. She looked up slightly from her head's bowed position to make sure that wasn't the case. Catching sight of the TV, she focused all of her attention on it.

The room was silent. Television not even playing, but she continued to gaze at it, wide-eyed.

"Naomi…" she heard from the floor. Her response came in the form of a drawn out grunt. "The TV is so cool…"

She agreed, but she couldn't answer Will; too busy watching them both being reflected on the screen.

"We're on it!" Will exclaimed and started to laugh. This reaction triggered the same thing in Naomi. They went from quiet giggling to full blown guffaws, to the point where they both struggled to breathe and were left wheezing through their clenching throats.

Their fun was cut short though.

"Will?" They heard from upstairs, unsure tone of voice drifting from the top floor and down into the basement. One of the stairs creaked from someone's weight coming down on it.

"Shit!" said Will, whilst scrambling to his feet. Seconds later, he finally managed to get his legs to stand still on the ground that had been shifting and making him fall. "You have to go, Nai."

"But why?" she drawled

"Mum's home."

This caused her to shoot up from the couch. Well, since her body wasn't properly responding, it really caused her to move slightly forward then tip and fall flat on her face.

"Come on, Naomi."

She was lifted up and pushed against a wall. A cold gust of wind swept over her and she shivered. "Where is that coming from?" she asked, confused and cold. Her eyelids were drooping; she was ready to pass out.

"It's coming from outside, where you're about to be." Will hoisted her up and pushed the first half of her body through a window. She laughed as she hung halfway out of the house. Will joined her because of the absurdity. He gave her one last hard push and she fell into a flowerbed. Some other things were thrown out with her. She squinted her eyes and saw her phone, pack, a bag of chips, water and finally, a skateboard sitting beside her. She reached out for her phone and flipped it open, unsure of what she wanted to do. She stared at the time glowing brightly, making her squint. A lazy smile spread itself across her face. Her nose twitched as she sucked in a breath and smelt the flowers around her. She turned her head to get a better sniff and ended up with grass in her nose. She breathed out violently in an attempt to get it out. It worked, but she still felt its tickle irritating the area. She made a few stupid faces to get rid of it, then she lay there just staring at whatever caught her attention.

She talked herself into getting up. First she was on her knees and she leaned forward, breathing hard, because standing at the moment was entirely too difficult. She cleared her throat and pushed herself upwards, swaying and gliding to the left as her feet tripped out of the patch of plants to keep her standing. A woman passing gave her a dirty look and she just smiled in return before turning around and stuffing all of the tiny objects, excluding her phone, into her bag. Half of her body weighted more than the other due to the pack now hanging off one shoulder. She lazily kicked the skateboard about on the grass until it rolled onto the concrete of the sidewalk. "Yeah." she said to the object while she pulled her pack of cigarettes out and lit up. She held the rigg between her lips as she stepped onto the grip of the board and pushed with her other foot.

The wheels only rolled a few inches due to her inability to kick her foot out properly because she couldn't see straight. She chuckled to herself and kept trying until she successfully propelled herself into a fluid roll down the street. Her path was just rolling straight ahead, not even paying attention to where she would end up. Legs pushed like clockwork, so used to just getting somewhere without knowing the destination while her brain was distracted by just about everything.

She noticed the houses getting more and more ugly as she went along the street.

"I must be in...the hood." she said under her breath.

Sure enough, she came to a stretch of roads that was home to a series of houses that looked like they hadn't been lived in for ages.

She saw someone stumble out of one, talking incoherently and turning towards the door they had just exited from. Rolling past him, she giggled and secretly hoped she would roll on out of the area as soon as possible.

Montreal was a funny place in terms of its living areas. You could have the cheapest, dirtiest houses on one side of the road, but if you were to walk a few yards in the right direction, you could find yourself stranded in one of the richest neighbourhoods in the city.

Naomi had forgotten about this, so when she inadvertently crossed the line between rich and poor, the elevated state of her brain allowed her to be completely amazed at the change.

She laughed.

Then, seconds later, she realised that if she kept going, she would be right in front of Emily's house. Near Mount Royal, as she remembered.

Eyes squinting and legs aching, she coasted down the street and overtook a bus that had halted at a stop. She was building speed, her foot twitched on the grip of the board, rubbing back and forth to get ready to make the tiniest jump onto the sidewalk.

She kicked it off the ground, her heart rate increased for that split second of uncertainty you always had before the board hits the ground again. The landing was a bit unsteady, but she recovered and kept going.

Suddenly, she moved one of her feet back and tipped the board to come to an abrupt stop. The board flew up and she was left stumbling forward, her legs taking large steps to try and stop from her falling onto her face.

When she was stood upright again, she turned around and picked up her board.

She walked across the street, not really knowing what she was trying to pull by just standing in front of Emily's house like a creep. She looked at it in all its glory. Not the biggest house on the block, but still really, really nice. And expensive. Probably really expensive.

She wondered how much weed she'd be able to buy if she sold the house.

Teeth pulled on her bottom lip in contemplation. As if her legs were still working on their own, they moved her forward and she found herself walking up a tiny path that was between two large hedges. She stopped halfway, feeling stupid, before shaking off the feeling.

"Hmmm…" she hummed to herself as she tried to figure out what her next plan of action should be. She spotted a snail on one of the hedge's leaves and she moved her face closer to it. She blew on its front, making the eyes or tentacles - whatever the fuck they were - curl into the snail's body to fight against the irritating gust of wind. Seconds later, they weird parts of its body re-emerged and she was delighted. It moved away slowly from its attacker and Naomi watched it go. When it disappeared, she looked around and wondered how long she'd been standing in the bushes. It was probably about ten minutes, but her altered mind made her think it was at least thirty.

Finally, she decided that this was stupid and she began marching off the property. The second she emerged from the jungle, she was greeted with a gratuitous amount of skin. She couldn't figure out what it was, exactly, so she kept staring.

"You fucking pervert, quit staring at my tits."

Naomi's head shot up to greet Katie properly.

"My mum wanted me to come find out who the freak in our garden was."

"Oh…"

"You're completely fucking gone, aren't you?"

"Uh…"

"Can you do anything other than grunt at me like a caveman?"

"Yeah…"

Katie rolled her eyes and Naomi grinned at her. The redhead huffed and said, "I'll be right back."

Naomi watched her go and waited for her to return.

She heard the door close and looked to find Emily coming down the steps. "What are you doing here?" she asked, stepping closer to the blonde.

Naomi shrugged, suddenly becoming mute

Emily arched her brow, waiting for a response.

Naomi sighed and said, "I was…in the neighbourhood."

Emily snorted and crossed her arms, smiling. "Or did you just want to see my beautiful face?"

"Yes, that's exactly it." Naomi smirked. The smile lingered longer than it should have, like a ghost.

"How did you even remember where I lived? The last time you were here was when you had to walk me home from your house the morning after some dude's birthday party…You were still fucking drunk."

"I have an elephant the size of a memory…" the blonde scrunched her brow, "I mean…I have a memory as big as an elephant…" she concentrated, "No…I have…"

"A memory like an elephant?" Emily finished, clearly holding back her laughter at Naomi's inability to speak.

"Yeah, that."

A moment passed, then Emily asked "Do you want to come inside?"

"Okay."

Naomi trailed Emily through the front door and down a hallway. The redhead spun around abruptly, "Shit, my mum's back in the kitchen and we have to go through there to get upstairs. Act normal. And not like you're off your face, okay?"

"Haven't I been doing that already?"

Emily sucked her lips in, looking sceptical and shaking her head back and forth.

They walked into the kitchen together, Emily greeting her mum in passing and Naomi looking strangely fidgety as she tried to discreetly rush for the stairs while almost walking on Emily's heels. She strolled by the elder Fitch, and to make herself seem absolutely normal, she raised her hand as she reached the first step and said, "Heeeeeeeey!" enthusiastically while her mouth accidentally stretched into a lazy, goofy smile. She heard rather than saw Emily's hand make contact with her forehead in response to Naomi's stupidity.

She was pulled up the stairs before Emily's mum was even able to answer.

Emily sat her down on the bed and turned to her, "Was that really necessary? You should have kept your mouth closed, you sounded completely fucked!"

Naomi could only let out a loud laugh.

"Sh!" Emily scolded her, and pushed her onto her back. The redhead moved away and then sat beside the wasted blonde, "You're ridiculous."

Naomi looked at her. The smaller girl was smiling at her fondly.

She smiled back and then her attention was averted to the window at the other side of the bed. She arched her neck as far as it could go, the back of her head digging into the mattress. Blue eyes stared hard at the upside down window. Her mouth hung open in awe.

She felt Emily's finger push on her chin to close her mouth. After its goal was completed, it did not move. Instead, it trailed a path down the blonde's neck, pausing only to move the collar of Naomi's shirt out of the way. It glided across the one of the blonde's shoulders, then back towards her clavicle.

Naomi eyes had fallen closed and she breathed out slowly, "You are clearly taking advantage of a poor, mashed girl. This is entirely inappropriate and illegal."

"It doesn't seem like you mind too much." the finger drifted up to her face and rested against her bottom lip.

In an instant, they were gone and she was given an infuriating, hard tap on her cheek, completely waking her from her hypnosis.

"What the hell?"

"Can't have you falling asleep here, can I?" Emily smirked at her and grabbed a pillow to cover Naomi's face.

"You suck." Naomi's voice was muffled through the thick, fluffy material.

Emily lifted the pillow and slapped it against the blonde's face repeatedly.

Naomi flailed, "Fuck, Emily, you're a little shit disturber, aren't you?"

"Yep."

AND THAT IS THE FIRST ONE DOWN.

PEACE.

(also, thank all y'all readers for errthang)