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I cried for you on the kitchen floor

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Naomi frowns into the bright sun as she opens her eyes, eventually focusing on her awakener.
It's Emily.
"You wanna get up? There's only ten minutes left," Emily says, sounding hesitant.
"How long was I asleep?"
"I don't know, only just found you. C'mon. Wakey wakey!" Emily waves her hands in Naomi's face and Naomi rolls over in the sun.
"'M tired."
"You must've slept all weekend, though. Hardly saw you."
Naomi detects a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"I had a lot on."
"Bullshit," Emily says, but she's smiling a little. She sits down, too.
"Why'd you kiss me?" Naomi asks her, wanting to get right to it.
Emily blinks. "I, uh. I don't know. Guess I was lonely, and you were around."
"You were lonely."
Naomi nods. "That's bullshit."
"If you're gay, you can just say so, alright? I don't care."
"Okay, but I'm- I'm not. I guess I was confused."
Frustration boils up in Naomi's chest. Why won't she just fucking admit it?
Another kind of frustration, too, she realises, as she looks at Emily's lips.
"I need to get away," Naomi mutters, half to herself.
"I dunno. Away. Anywhere."
"I know a place," Emily says, quietly, but hopefully. "Can I come, too?"
Every part of Naomi is screaming at her, saying this is wrong.
That she's wrong.
What the hell. She gives in.