So I've been toying with this idea for a while and figured I'd try to put it into life. This is also my first attempt at fan fiction, so I'm kinda nervous about it.

And yeah, I don't own skins.

Chapter 1: On my way

Naomi's PoV

It was just after Christmas that my mum's boyfriend broke up with her. She went through the usual stages: Throwing out all of his belongings from the window in the second floor of our small yellow house, burning pictures of him in a bin while consuming lots of alcohol and ice cream, endlessly watching depressive romance films that always resulted in tragedy and tears, lying on the floor in the hall staring at the ceiling for hours... It all sounds a bit extreme, but trust me, I've experienced it more than I'd like, so nothing out of the ordinary.

I never liked the prick, Max, anyway. He was a poor excuse for a man (not that I'm a big fan of those anyway) and practically lived in the pub when he was not messing up our kitchen looking for "some fucking food containing some fucking meat, fuck sake". Which was a lost case since me and my mum both are vegetarians. Well, with the exceptions of fish and the rare chicken. He found himself a young slut down at the pub and ditched us after 5 months (thank god).

My mum had since my father fucked off jumped from one man to the other. The only breaths she catched was when they dumped her (and they all eventually did) and she entered her holy, and most likely very unhealthy, recovering time. I didn't know what I resented the most, the slimy bastards who kept moving in and out or the crazy periods in between with random bursts of tears and despair. I went with it though and held my tongue, just for peace sakes.

But when I once again found her sprawled on the floor in the hallway one morning sometime in March, I snapped.

"Fucks sake mum, get your bloody arse of the floor and do something productive!" I yelled while I stepped over her to get to the much needed coffee in the kitchen. Mornings were not my best friend.

She sighed and turned to look at me where I sat at the kitchen table sipping my coffee. "You're right." She said as she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes.

My eyebrows shot up. Wow, that was easy, I thought, if only I said that a few weeks earlier.

"I'm never picking up men down at the pub again" she exclaimed while rising a fist in the air. I almost spluttered coffee everywhere. Was this real? Was this never-ending cycle of hot new affairs and painful heartbreaks finally over? My mouth hanged open in surprise as I stared wide-eyed at her.

She turned around and gave me a gentle smile. The first smile I've seen since Max leaved. "Don't look so shocked, love. It's not like I'm giving up on love. I think I'm going to try this new thing I heard from Polly the other day…" her eyes lost focus on Naomi and she looked thoughtful for a moment.

"And what is that?" I replied, not quite succeeding in hiding my disappointment.

"I'm trying online dating!" she happily squealed, yes squealed, as she shot up and disappeared, obviously in search for her computer.

"Bloody hell" I muttered with an eye roll and opened today's paper. Russia fucking up world peace again, just perfect.

So that's my crazy mum for you. But maybe I should introduce myself; Naomi Campbell, the one and unfortunately not only. Blonde, (no, not in the 'stupid' sense of the word, just an observation) blue eyes and with a self-proclaimed carefree attitude. I'm in my first year of college, and are in the top of most of my classes. It sounds like a lot of hard work, and yes, it bloody is. But when you're a loner like myself that find relating to books easier than other human beings - it really isn't a problem. I'm not friendless by a long hand though, it's just that those I'd call my friends you would likely call your acquaintances or something. I don't do close friends, it's too much work, and no one is interesting enough to hold my attention for that long of a time anyway. So I fill up on my social needs with stimulating and engaging conversations with random strangers. I truly believe this is the key to a successful life for a city girl like me - building a great network without letting anyone close enough to hurt or rock your boat.

My master plan is that keeping this charade up until I enter my big career in the politic world will give me great practice in keeping track of everyone that rules the country. This contains being on the good side with everyone but still don't give anyone opportunity to falter my regime. Without giving you any ideas of me as a mean dictator though (that only happens in my room when mum boulder inside), I am heavily on the democratic side with power to the people. One should think the politicians now a days have forgotten what democracy means...

The reason for my negative thoughts about letting people in is probably rooted to my dad leaving when I was 8 and never coming back. It left me questioning a lot of things, such as why the people that's supposed to be the most loyal just disappears from the face of the earth. It's not like I miss him, if he can't care enough to stick around, he doesn't deserve me pining for his love. It's probably the reason for my non existing love life too, these complex trust issues. A few shags with some random boys while being royally fucked up is the only thing I can brag about. I'm not a slag, far from, a girl has her needs you know. Even though most of them never made me come, so sometimes I wonder why I bother.

Anyways, my days mostly consist of keeping up with the new drama in mums love life, studying, reading alluring books and blasting my music from my room while thinking about the worlds problems. I'm also greatly involved with protests and general humanitarian or animal causes. Some periods while I'm ahead on my school work I am very active on writing letters to world-leaders, organizing petitions and so on. It's presumably the only trait I got from mother, and I hate when she reminds me.

That's me for you. I can take a punch and am not afraid of standing up for my beliefs. If the world fucks with you, fuck 'em right back.

Since mum's revelation I used most of my time reviewing for finals as well as keeping up with the ongoing crisis around the world. Politics exam could be a bitch if the tasks contained up to date conflicts.

One night a few weeks later after making my tea I found her hunched over her computer in the sofa smiling like a lunatic.

"Are you watching cat videos again?" I mused.

"Oh, hello dear, didn't hear you there." She redirected her grin at me. "No I'm actually writing with this lovely man. He's a sweetheart."

Yeah, I bet I thought frowning, but didn't make a fuss about it. I stirred my tea and took a sip.

"So, online dating. It's working then?"

"You have no idea! There are so many options!" her eyes went wide "you can even blink to people, look here" she moved to turn the screen. I held up my hand to stop her while rolling my eyes. Like I cared if you could blink to or wave to or kick people. Kicking people online, now there's a thought.

I shaked my head a bit. "No, that's alright" I told her. "Now how long have you been talking to this sweetheart of yours then? Is he a drunken fool, too?"

"Don't be silly, I haven't dated such a man for years!" she exclaimed while starting typing something. I abruptly stopped my stirring and seriously considered that my mum may have been blind for the past years without me noticing. Or deaf. Or both. I downed the rest of my tea and sighed while laying down in the sofa looking at her with half open eyes, waiting for her to unravel the mystery of this new catch.

After 5 minutes of this my patience was wearing thin. "Mum." I spoke.

She turned to me with a dazzled look on her face. "Oh, right!" she sat up straight. "So, I've been talking to this man…."

"Yeah, I've heard." I smirked.

She narrowed her eyes at me for a second, before continuing "We've been talking for over a month now and have decided to meet and have a weekend getaway in Middlesborough. It's happening this weekend, and I'm so excited!" her smile became bigger and bigger the more she talked.

"Are you serious? You've only been talking for, what, a month tops? How do you know he's not a killer or a psycho?" my eyes went wide with the thought of how careless my mother was sometimes.

"Nonsense, love. His name is Kieran and he is a fisherman!"

My faced relaxed in an unamused expression. "… a fisherman?"

"Yes. We have talked to each other on the phone every night for weeks, well, on those nights he was close enough to shore to get a reception anyways. We have also tried this television phone thing on the internet. Skypes or something. So I know for a fact that he's on a fishing boat ... among other things." she said the last part a bit more quiet with a wicked glint in her eye.

I squirmed on the sofa and closed my eyes, burying my face in the cushions. "Ugh, mum, too much information. Just don't get killed and don't give me any details when you get back and we're sorted."

She chuckled and gave a kiss to the back of my head, whispering "okay, love" before moving into the kitchen to make as much noise she managed while making supper. I turned to look at the ceiling and sighed. At least this was better than the break ups.

"WE'RE MOVING!"

My hand shot out and toppled my glass with soda so it spilled all over my notebooks. "Jesus Christ! Announce yourself next time, will you?" I yelled to mum while trying to prevent further damage. I was reviewing for my final exam in literature in the end of May, and was hanging a bit behind on my Shakespeare. My hands stilled when her words registered in my brain. I quickly turned towards her grinning figure. "Wait, what did you just say?" I gaped.

"To Kieran. We are moving to Kieran." she happily clapped her hands before practically skipping out of the room.

No way.

I ran after her "You can't be fucking serious? I haven't even met the guy, and you can't just move in after a few weekends together! This is madness!" I desperately yelled.

She was folding some clothes in the living room when I found her. "But we are. He has this big house with the sea with a fishing cottage and 3 or 4 boats, I can't remember. It sounds so lovely. Doesn't is sounds lovely?"

I scoffed. "No."

"Don't be a strap. He lives on this island in the north of the country. So it will be quite the drive up. He'll come and pick us up thursday next week, so everything needs to be packed. Oh, and I have already put the house up for sale. Can you imagine, finally getting out of this pollution they call a city? We need some healthy fresh air on a cozy small island."

"What? No! You can't move us to a smaller place than Bristol, mum! I will practically die in a more isolated place! Please tell me the island's name is Ireland or something."

"I think it was called Burrhea island, actually." she stated while folding some grey pants. "And don't worry so much about the size, I can guarantee it will be more exiting than Bristol even with only a couple hundreds inhabitants." while smiling encouraging to me. I didn't take the bait.

I growled. "How can you do this without talking to me first? I'm created to be a city girl, not a fucking hen incubating on the smallest place on earth. This is gonna kill my social life, are you aware of that?" my hands shot out to the sides while I exasperated stared at the ceiling.

"We both know that this 'social life' of yours is pretty much non existent anyway." she gently spoke to me while taking the neatly folded pile of clothes in her arms and moving towards her bedroom. I was left shocked staring after her.

"Are you taking the piss? I have friends." I sulked. Again, I followed her.

"Not at all, dear. We both know that you spend most of your time cooped up in your room disturbing the neighbors with that thing you call music. It wouldn't hurt with a change of scenery. I bet that there won't be so many kids your age at that island, so maybe you have to let them come close to you for once instead of the ongoing switching of friends you do here. It would do you wonders, I'm sure. Plus it's only a year before you'll be heading to university anyways." she knew exactly what she was saying because she avoided eye-contact.

Her too insightful words along with the realization that this really was happening made me unconsciously tear up. My blood was boiling with anger, how could she do this to me? I had a perfectly fine life as it was, with or without friends.

"Fuck you!" I screamed. I ran to my room and slammed it shut. The tears were rolling down my cheeks when I slung myself into my bed. I buried myself in my duvet, pillows and blankets and cried myself to sleep, everything about the exam forgotten for the night.

"Everyone's ready, then?" Kieran asked with his rough voice. My mum laughed loudly and nodded. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at our old house for the last time. I was really going to miss it; the nice garden my mum made, the relief when seeing it after a long walk home from a party and the smell of my bedroom. And so much more. I almost teared up again, but has promised myself and my mum to behave.

The day after her big announcement she came up to my room and talked things through with me. I still had no idea what she was thinking moving across the country for a man after this short amount of time - but I learned to accept the fact that it was happening no matter what I said. I could either be a pain in the ass about it which would've made me and mum bump heads more than any of us would like, or I could bury my rude comments and opinions just to make this life changing thing easier. So I buried it with all the other things my grave of a mind consisted of, for mum's sake.

What really got to me was that the only person I could talk to about this was the one doing it to me. At times like this I wish I had a best friend or a boyfriend to run to - so I could pour my heart out. But no, ice queen Naomi would live through this too.

After my last exam friday, which didn't go horrible despite all disturbing events, I went out with the class to party for the last time. I ended up drunk and stoned out of my mind, fucked some guy named Tim … or Tom up against a fence and throwed up all over a car window. It almost was like a summary of all my parties in this town, and made me realize that this was not one of the things I would miss.

The weekend was spent nursing my huge hangover before the packing hysteria started monday morning. The last couple of days were a blur with clothes and belongings and boxes full of books and wrapping and logistics.. Despite the size of the moving van Kieran brought, we had to leave some things behind to be retrieved at a later time.

So this morning I met Kieran for the first time. The snogging session I unfortunately bared witness to wasn't the best first impression a daughter could get, but I learned he actually seemed more astute than the other men I was so used to. He had a witty humor and seemed quite smart regarding, so despite my resentment for the situation, I could actually understand why my mum liked him this much.

Of course I didn't share this with them, I was already ruining my 'don't fuck with me' attitude by willingly loading the trunk with boxes without snarky comments as a side dish.

Even though they seemed quite happy with each other, I had no doubt in my mind this relationship eventually would go to shit. It always did. Plus when he was a fisherman, he was bound to be away a lot. I gave it through the summer tops - and maybe we would move back in time for the start of college. This thought made the moving a bit easier - knowing it was a possible way back to the somewhat stable and safe life I had here.

"Naomi, I'll put on some music for ya" Kieran guffawed with the biggest smile on his face as we passed the 'you're now leaving Bristol' sign. My mother turned around to give me a pointy look, trying to tell me to behave and try to get to know her latest conquest.

I sighed, "fire it up, then." Tried a genuine smile, only it ended up in a grimace. Kieran either didn't notice or didn't care.

"Coming right up!" He hit a button on the stereo so 'Cotton eye joe' came blasting out. My grimace didn't falter while my mouth snapped open. You're fucking kidding me.

"I love this song!" My mum yelled and began singing along.

"Me too, do you know what I did last time I heard this song? It was at a pub up north in Scotland and I … " I zoned out as he launched into a long story about God knows what. I rolled my eyes and started searching for my earphones.

This was gonna be the worst year of my life.

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Yes, I'm gonna make her eat those words!

This may contain some literary crimes, but just enlighten me about them and I'll try to not commit them anymore, okay? It's been 4 years since my last english class so I'm kind of rusty.

Also, I'm aware of the lacking of Emily in this chapter - but I promise she will turn up in the next chapter! - when they arrive the island ;)