Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, or much at all as a matter of fact. Well, except this laptop and all the ideas swarming in my head :) I got the title for this story from an Angels & Airwaves song. Oh, and i hope you enjoy this story :)
Chapter 1
*Emily's POV*
Why does she have to take so long in the shower? If Katie continues to use up all the hot water like this, we'll need to build another bathroom. Not to mention she's going to make us late for our first day of college.
Not that I was looking forward to it.
I've spent the last hour running back and forth from my closet to my mirror, trying on different outfits with absolutely no luck. I'm pretty sure I've tried every possible combination of clothing that I can imagine, but I still come up with bugger all. This was really starting to annoy me.
I take a couple more looks around my closet trying on more options, and finally settled on a grey v-neck t-shirt that fit me well in all the right places, a black skirt that wasn't too short but not too long, and a nice pair of flats. I've learned from experience that when you are going into a new school, it's better to wear dull colours because you don't attract as much attention to yourself. I liked it that way. Katie was the opposite; she loved attention, and she could have all the bloody attention she wanted for all I care.
I gave myself a once-over before taking it off and laying it out on my bed, deciding to yell at Katie so I could hopefully force her out of the shower.
I walked out into the hall and headed towards the bathroom, instantly noticing that purvey little excuse of a brother watching Katie shower through the key hole. Fucking gross.
I quickly walked up to him and smacked him across the back of his head.
"Ow! Ow! Mum! Emily hit me!"
"Emily!" my mum yelled at me from downstairs.
"Sorry, accident." I replied, kicking him in his more...sensitive area.
"Ow, that was my bloody-"
I interrupted him before he could continue. "Shut up or I'll tell her what you were doing,"
He stood up from kneeling on the ground. "I've got a natural curiosity for a boy of my age."
"Fuck off, and I know it's you that's been stealing the knickers. They better not be sticky when I find them."
He ran off towards his room, mumbling something that sounded like "stupid lezzer." I rolled my eyes and walked towards the door, slamming my fist against it.
"Get the fuck out of there, bitch!"
She swung the door open, and I was face to face with my bitchy twin.
"Shit Ems, I'm done. Calm down. Now hurry up and shower, you smell like shit." She brushed past me and walked towards our room to get ready. There's one thing in this world that I hate more than her bitchy attitude; sharing a room with her. She always steals my things, and takes up a shit-load of space. I silently vowed to myself that I would be the one to move out first.
I entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, to find that her nasty wet towels were covering the floor. "Ugh, fucking hell." I had to maneuver my way around her towels to get to the shower. She could be such a pig some times. I stripped out of my pyjama shirt and shorts, and turned the water on. I stuck my hand under the tap to feel the temperature, and it was freezing cold.
"You used all the fucking water!" I'm usually not such a potty-mouth, but Katie was pissing me off to the extreme today. Still in my underwear, I looked around the bathroom to find a dry towel to cover myself with. I had to use a smaller towel because the bitch used all the fucking towels and the fucking water.
I stormed out of the bathroom and looked down to see that stupid child kneeling down in front of me. He'd been watching me too.
"Oh, fucks sake!" I kicked him a couple times before charging towards our room to give Katie a piece of my fucking mind.
She had once again stolen more of my clothing, but luckily she hadn't taken what I set out for myself. We are currently sat in the car in complete silence (probably because I pissed her off by yelling at her quite a bit) and the radio was playing some random songs I don't know and don't like. Even though we're twins, we don't have a lot in common. For example, I hate all the pop songs she listen's to, and she hates all the punk-rock and indie songs I listen to. She dresses like a slut, and I dress...well, more modest than her. She loves the Arctic Monkeys, I hate them. She's a bitch, and I consider myself to be less of a bitch.
See? We're identical in looks, but complete opposite in personality.
Not to mention people tend to like me more. Not being a total cow does pay off.
I was surprised that Katie actually knew how to get to the college, considering that we've only been in Bristol for a month or so. Everyone at the school already knew each other from the previous year so Katie and I would be at a little bit of a disadvantage. But, if there's one thing we do have in common, it's the fact that we can make friends with pretty much anyone. That is, if Katie doesn't act bitchy. I guess I was determined, at the least, to make new friends.
We finally pulled up to the front of the college, and it wasn't as I expected it to be. It was much bigger than most schools we've gone to, and it had a much more modern look to it. I suppose it won't be too horrible. I hope.
Katie dropped me off and drove away, trying to find a parking spot. I stood awkwardly on the sidewalk, hoping that she would hurry up so we could go inside. I mean, I could go inside without her, but it would be more reassuring to have a familiar face with me. A black sports car pulled to a stop infront of me, and the door swung open to let someone out. The person who opened the door hadn't come out yet, so I looked inside of the car to see what they were doing. The girl closest to me had bleach blonde hair and looked pretty fit from here, considering I couldn't see much of her body or face. She leaned over to the driver, who was a brunette (also fit looking - seems like this is going to be a great college) and placed a kiss on her lips. Oh...so that's why she didn't get out of the car right away.
The blonde turned around to get out and noticed I was staring at them. Her face hardened for a second and she glared at me questionaly.
"Can I help you?" She could obviously tell I was new here.
"Um...I...no sorry." Great, could I possibly stutter any more?
She got out of the car and stood infront of me. I had to admit, she was pretty intimidating. She looked at me for a while, as if searching my face for something. Normally if I was in a situation like this, I would have averted my gaze and just walk away, but I was staring right back at her.
She closed her eyes and sighed. When she re-opened them, they seemed to have softened considerably. There was something about the way she looked at me that made my heart stop, and a warm feeling appear in my lower stomache.
Suddenly, someones hand was on my shoulder and whipped me around to face them.
"Emily, god dammit! I called your name, like, fifty times!" Oh shit, was she actually calling my name? Damn, that blond had really distracted me.
"Oh, um I'm sorry Katie."
"Yeah, you better fucking be. C'mon, lets go inside."
I looked over my shoulder to see if the girl was still there. Much to my dissapointment, she had left. I honestly hope I get to see her again. I turned around to face Katie, and she grabbed my hand and started dragging me inside. I tried to focus on my surroundings, but my encounter with that girl flooded my thoughts. I needed to see her again. I needed to talk to her again, and maybe even haev an intelligent conversation with her.
I swear to god, this girl will be the death of me.
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should I continue? :)
