Hello everyone, I decided to write another fanfic. I know it's my third one and I haven't finished "Holding you closer than most" and "Not ready to let go" yet, but I promise I will finish them all! I just came up with a new idea and I'm wondering if you like it. :)

Description: Emily Fitch is rejected after another job interview. Can her best friend's old mate help? And who is this mate's mysterious sister? And her even more mysterious, blonde friend?

Unfortunately, I don't own Skins.

"Em! Em, wake up, it's seven am! You have your job interview in an hour!" I hear my best friend's voice making its way through my confusing dream. I open my eyes and jump off the bed like a ninja. Great, I will be late again. I look at the blonde who has messy hair (obviously she has also just woke up) and beautiful chocolate eyes.

"Thanks, Cassie, I can't be late."

"Yeah, I know. Wow, you look tired," she is eyeing me skeptically.

I chuckle. "Last night, party at Maxxie's… You're lucky you had your date, you'll be just in the same state as me."

"Sid knew what he was doing, right? We went to this lovely—"

I feel bad I have to cut her off, but I have no choice, this job is my to be or not to be, so I clear my throat and glance at her.

"Sorry, Cass, but I really have to hurry up if I don't want to lose another chance for a job."

"Sure. I'll give you a lift," she offers and I'm really grateful.

"Great, thanks!" I smile and run to the bathroom. I look at the mirror and freeze. God, I really could use some more sleep… And I definitely have to do something with my hair and eyes before that fucking interview since my job description doesn't include imitating a Halloween monster. I take a shower, wash my hair and put tons of enlightening powder on my face to hide dark, huge shadows under my eyes. Then I straighten my hair carefully, apply some lip-gloss on my lips, use mascara and eyeliner and, deciding that I'm ready, leave the bathroom.

"You wanna eat breakfast?" Cassie asks me while I'm in the middle of penetrating my wardrobe, trying to find something clean and proper for an interview.

"I'll puke if I eat something now, thanks," I answer and give her an apologetic smile, pointing at my stomach. The blonde just nods, rushes out of the room and come back after a minute, handing me white t-shirt printed with a bow and black vest.

"Wear some black skinny jeans and high-heels, it'll be good."

"Cass, you're saving my life again!" I give her a hug which she returns, giggling.

"You saved mine first," I smile and kiss her on the forehead.

In few minutes I'm on the underground station, making my way through the crowd, giving everyone that "move bitch" look that obviously belongs to Katie (well, at least one useful thing she taught me). I somehow manage to get on the train and puff a breath of relief that I wasn't late while standing squeezed between an old lady and tall handsome guy who seems to really enjoy looking down on my tits all the time. I get out of the train (of course on the wrong stop; I can't get used to that complicated NYC subway…) and call Cassie to help me find my way.

"What? Where are you? I can't hear you, Em," I hear her voice through the phone and sigh impatiently.

"Somewhere… Um, don't really know honestly… Here's a, um, huge coke billboard?" I mutter and I know how stupid I sound – you can find coke billboards everywhere. This time it's Cassie's turn to sigh.

"Something more precise, please?" she says and actually I can almost hear her eyebrow rising. I giggle; I know I shouldn't be happy at the moment (as I'm probably gonna be late to my job interview, won't get a job and, consequently, become really, really poor), but I somehow find that whole situation a little bit funny.

"Fine, wait, I'll ask someone… Or, oh fuck it, you know, I'll get a cab, whatever."

"Whatever you like," she answers and hangs up.

I gasp and look around. Fucking cabs, where are you when I need you?

So right now I'm standing in front of the manager's office and really, I am completely terrified! The whole building looks truly pedantic and I feel I maybe don't really fit here. I mean, every woman I passed by was wearing a very formal uniform and they glared at me and my favourite violet high heels as if I were insane (I can't say the same about the men, though). I wince when the male voice from the inside of the room calls me.

"Emily Fitch."

I stand up quickly, for the last time considering leaving, but finally deciding I have to try. I open the door slowly and suddenly find myself in the white room with only few furniture.

"Um," I stutter and the man by the desk looks at me expectantly.

"Sid down," he says and I'm a bit taken aback by his rudeness. I mean, hello, a woman just walked to this room and he didn't even stand up! Not that I care much, though.

"So, Emily," he smiles at me, but there's something in that smile I quite don't like. He seems too self-assure. I couldn't not notice his quick glance at my breasts and I am a little bit disgusted. "Why do you want to work here?"

"Fucking hell!" I cry and take another tissue from the box. "Another job I didn't get just because I am such a fucking unsure prick! Jesus!"

I am sitting with Cassie in our living room. For about an hour she's trying to cheer me up after the man in the white office told me that at the moment they are not interested in me as a worker and then invited me to a dinner. Twat!

"Don't worry, Em, I'm sure you'll find something soon…"

Yeah, sure. Of course I will find something. Sure. Maybe I'll become a stripteaser. Great!

"Oh, Em, really, grow up, it's not such a tragedy after all. And hey, you don't have to work with this asshole, right?"

I look at her, nod slowly and smile. She's right, I'd be eye-fucked everyday if he gave me this job.

"Now, Em, we have to think about your next step," she says and glare at me expectantly.

"Suicide?" I mumble quietly and she rolls her eyes.

"No. You know wha—" she's cut off when her phone rings. She looks at the screen and raises her eyebrow, surprised.

"Yes?" she answers it and I can hear some muffled voice saying something, but I don't know what.

"Wow, lovely. Yes, I'll come. Definitely. Can I bring my friend?" she asks, grinning at me and then rolls her eyes at something her interlocutor said. "A girl, you perv," she laughs. "Great, so see you. Bye!" with this she hangs up and glance at me. "I think we can get you out of this shit."

We're on the street and I'm truly pissed off at the moment.

"No way. I'm not going there," I say stubbornly, but Cassie is adamant (as always) and is pulling me to some fucking club where we're supposed to meet her friends. "Look at my eyes, they are fucking puffy like hell, I won't impress anyone looking like that!"

Cassie stops walking suddenly and gives me her 'now shut the fuck up and listen to me' glance, which makes me stop talking immediately.

"You look great and, as far as I'm concerned, you shouldn't fuss when I offer you a way to find a new job, right?" God, I have never heard her talking like that. I just nod simply. "Really, Em, Tony owns that whole huge chain of publishing houses. You know, Stonem & Co.?" I nod again. "So, are you going to lose your chance? Cause if yes, you can come back home right now," she says.

Fucking Cassie! I just scowl at her and start walking towards the club. Even though she's walking behind me and I can't see her, I know that she's smirking at the moment.

So, I'm in that fucking club and everything is loud and refined. There's like billion people (mainly man) here and Cassie seems to know them all, so she continues introducing me to everyone (seems that she's finding it entertaining). It suddenly becomes obvious that they are all owners of some shop chains, banks or fucking brothels (haha, fucking brothels. God, I'm pathetic). Finally she introduces me to Tony, who is talking to some tall brunette and Cassie's boyfriend, Sid. Cassie smiles at them and squeezes my hand reassuringly.

"Hey!" she says and they all look at her, smiling. "I want you to meet someone. This is Emily, my friend." Now they're looking at me. Great. "And," she glances at me. "It's Tony, my friend from college," Tony shakes my hand, half-mouth smirking. "This is Michelle, we used to have um, a lot of fun in Roundview," the brunette smiles at me. "And you already know Sid, right?" I look at Sid who waves his hand to me. "You know," she says, still smiling (God, it's getting annoying). "Emily went to Roundview too."

Now Tony fully smirks – what's wrong with that man? "Bet you've met some really interesting people out there? We all know Roundview is the best." He grasps Michelle's hand and they look at each other lovingly. God, I'm gonna vomit.

I just shrug at his question and fortunately I'm rescued from answering it (I don't really like to talk about my college) when a tall, fit brunette makes her way towards us through the crowd. Finally she reaches us and it appears that she's holding a little, crying boy. It seems she knows them all, cause she just looks at them and then when her sight comes to me, she raises her eyebrow and reaches her hand out.

"Hi, I'm Effy," she says and I shake her hand.

"I'm Emily."

She just smiles enigmatically and that's when Tony breaks the silence.

"I can't believe you took Harry to that club. Fuck, Eff, I thought that even you are smart enough to know that you just don't bring little kids to places like that!" he says, takes Harry into his hands and hugs him. Boy blinks for a while and stops crying. Effy just rolls her eyes.

"Martha gave up her job as the nanny and went to fucking Mexico two days ago. I didn't have time to find someone else, and you know how they were close to each other with Harry. It has to be someone he's gonna like."

Tony sighs and looks around the club. Finally it seems he saw what he wanted to, because he smiles widely.

"Sorry, people, Anwar just came. I have to speak to him, his last movie was really successful, I want him to write a book about making a film," he says and hands me Harry. I blink, surprised and he looks at me. "Take care of him now, huh? You look like a nice girl. Michelle, come on," he grasps brunette's hand and in a second they are gone.

Cassie looks at me and laughs, "Sid, let's dance." Great, now they are gone too and I'm stuck with some little boy I don't even know. Fucking hell, where is his mother? Oh, I see. Now she's drinking at the bar and flirting with a fucking bartender. Harry looks at me, smiles and then cuddle into my arms. Sweet. I come closer to Effy and tap her arm with my finger. She glances at me, obviously irritated that someone dares to interrupt her.

"What?" she notices the boy into my arms. "What are you doing?" now she seems angry.

"Tony gave me him, you weren't there, so…" I raise my eyebrow at her and I know my voice sounds accusing. She seems a bit taken aback.

"No," she stutters. "I mean, he never cuddles into people, never. Since Martha's gone she just sits on someone's hands and well, he cries all the time.

I just shrug. "Maybe he's just tired," I say and that's when Harry's hands wrap around my neck even tighter. Effy notices it and smiles.

"Who are you?"

I look at her, surprised. "I'm Emily, I told—"

She rolls her eyes (seems like she's doing it most of the time). "I know what your name is, who do you work as?"

I frown. It's not her business, is it? "Um, you know, I kinda… Well, I want to…" I stutter and she smiles even wider.

"Do you want to work for me?"

I gaze at her. "Well, I don't really—"

"Please, I really need a nanny for Harry and somehow he seems to like you already…" she says imploringly, but I'm a bit shocked.

"You want me to be his nanny?"

"Is there something wrong with it?" she seems surprised.

"Well, I'm not—" she cuts me off again. Jesus.

"Please, think about it," she says and hands me her business card, but then she notices I'm still holding her son, so she looks at me apologetically and takes him from my arms. The boy starts to cry immediately and we both look at him, surprised. I take her business card.

"I have to go, sorry."

"Please, call me."

I sigh and go away, on my way telling Cassie I'm going home.

And right now I'm stuck in the fucking hall of Effy's house, waiting for her to open the door. God, I'm gonna regret it.

Hey, I know there's no Naomi yet, but there will be, it just would be faaar too long for one chapter. I will update ASAP if you like that story! Just let me know what you think. ;)