A/N: This picks up just after the episode Sketch.

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-Skins-

Maxxie picked up his phone, on which an alarm was going off. He sighed, and silenced it, then immediately jumped out of bed, and looked at his nude body in the mirror. Then over to his dresser, and put on underpants. Back to the mirror, then trousers, mirror again, aftershave, back to the mirror, shirt, hair, hoodie, and scarf, all with a trip to the mirror. Finally, he put his shoes on, and looked out the window. There, like usual, was Sketch, looking at Maxxie amorously. He leaned over, and closed his blinds. Looking in the mirror one more time, he slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed out the door.

-Skins-

Michelle nudged Maxxie in the arm, as Angie was asking him a question.

"What?" Maxxie asked distractedly. "Uhm..four?"

"No, Maxxie. Karl Marx did not champion…four."

"Oh, right. Social Darwinism, then."

"Very good. Next time, pay attention." Angie turned to another student, and Michelle gave Maxxie an incredulous glare.

"What's up with you Maxx?"

"This morning when I was dressing, I forgot to close my blinds, and Sketch was looking in through the window again."

"Oh." Michelle stopped talking. She knew Maxxie still felt bad around Sketch. Well, shit, she would too.

"I just wish she'd get over me. It's not like I'll ever fancy her.

"Yeah," said Michelle, "she's not your type."

"She does lack a certain…aspect."

"A very important part."

"I mean, could you imagine me, with her? I suppose I could improvise…but without a pe—" Maxxie stopped because just then, he noticed the tnire class was listening in on them. He turned to look at Angie, who was glaring at the pair of them.

"Are you quiet done?" Michelle and Maxxie nodded. "Maxxie, move your stuff, and sit next to Kevin." Maxxie reluctantly got up, and sat his stuff down next to Kevin, who was writing furiously in his notebook. Maxxie noted how neat his handwriting was, and how cute he was.

"Now," Angie said. "You all need to pay attention. This will be on you're a-Levels. Now. Dating. Many psychologists believe dating fulfills a basic psychological need. They say that our ultimate goal is to find a member of the opposite sex, with which you have a common connection. They also believed that if you didn't find this connection with the opposite sex, you were doomed to a life of misery and hate."

Kevin's hand shot into the air. Angie pointed at him.

"These guys believed you had to find the opposite sex? What if you're gay? Like me..and like Maxxie? We'd be better off with a member of the same sex. I mean, if we were to try and pair up with members of the opposite sex, we'd most likely be worse off than not."

"Yes, but the men who created this weren't known for their acceptance of homosexuality."

"Then what good are they? Why are we studying them?"

"Because the country says we have to. I'm sorry if you don't like it. Frankly, I don't either. Now everybody, study with the person sitting next to you. Try not to talk too loudly."

"Hey, mate. I'm Maxxie." Maxxie said, looking over to Kevin, who was writing in his notebook.

"Hi, Maxxie. I'm Kevin."

"What're you writing?"

"I'm writing a story about the future when gays are segregated from the straights, and tortured and shit."

"Damn; you don't believe that's really going to happen do you?"

"Nope, Maxxie it's just fiction. I probably won't even keep it though. It doesn't appeal to me." He picked up the notebook, ripped around fifty pages from the front, and tore them into four pieces, then dumped them into his backpack. "Glad I got rid of that mess. So, tell me about yourself. Other than what I already know, I mean. "

"What do you already know?"

"Well, I know that you're gay, that you have a great sense of fashion, that you're an amazing singer and dancer, and that you're probably the cutest guy in Europe. I also know I've had a crush on you since grade school…"

-Skins-

A/N: Sorry if a few of my words end up messed up. Especially if I use English (British) words incorrectly, and it looks weird, or if I use a term incorrectly. If anybody spots this, please let me know. I hope you enjoy my fanfiction. Update coming soon.