Author Note: I am what you may be able to call a serial fic writer. Lol. I do have a massive assignment due in a week on Friday so it may take me a short while to actually update this story depending on how much work I get done before the end of this week. This idea came to me randomly...enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...I do own Meg and half of Lily/Kaya though, pity I had to share the other half of Lily/Kaya and the whole of Kat with vix844. :-(

Katie Fitch was a bitch; that's what everyone thought, that's what her sister thought and that's what all her friend's thought. At first it bothered her, but after a while it was what she wanted them to think. It was better than letting them know the real her. Katie Fitch was a bitch on the outside. But what nobody knew was that on the inside she didn't want to be a bitch, she didn't want to put on a mask every day and she didn't want to cry herself to sleep every night.

"Get up Katie, we're gonna be fucking late,"

Opening her tired eyes she groaned to her twin, trying to remember hazy moments of the night before. It was hard to think through the fog inside her brain. It was self-inflicted and for that she didn't expect sympathy.

"I don't feel well," she groaned.

"Yeah, well, we all had a drink last night Katie," Emily snapped, "You shouldn't have challenged Cook of all people to down shots,"

"I didn't?" she questioned, resting a hand against her throbbing forehead.

Bits and pieces from the night flooded her mind. She attempted to push the worst of it aside.

"You did and you kissed him too," Emily informed her.

Katie's attempt to hide from the events of the night before failed. A strong smell spread through her memories, she could almost taste it on her tongue. A mixture of alcohol and tobacco. She could feel the touch of fingers on her arms, running along her collar bone. She shook her head, attempting once again to push the thoughts aside.

"Fucking hurry up," Emily snapped again, pulling back Katie's duvet.

Grappling for the bed sheets to cover her half naked body, Katie clung to the material in front of her, "Don't fucking do that."

"You're going to make us late," Emily cried.

"Then go, leave me alone, I'm not going."

With a groan and a muttered response to "stop drinking so much on college nights and clean up this fucking mess", Emily left the room. Clutching the bed sheets tighter around her chest, Katie felt a shiver run down her spine. The physical memory of Cook's fingers on her lower back feeling all too real. She pushed the covers away, slipped into her dressing gown and turned on the CD player. The thumping of her headache worsened as the sound of some Indie band that Emily liked came on loudly. It hurt. But she didn't care. She climbed back into bed and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her; focusing on the words and the melody in an attempt to push everything out of her mind.

"You want it as much as I do,"

Cook's voice crashed through the musical interlude. She tried harder to ignore his voice, line after line of his words pushing her back into the night before. That distinct smell of alcohol and tobacco hitting the back of her throat with full force. She knew it was all in her mind, but it felt so real. A lump formed in her throat, which Katie attempted to swallow to avoid tears slipping from her eyes. No, she wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to give in to one thing that could so easily send her into a flood of tears, or worse.

"FUCK OFF!" she screamed, throwing the bed covers off her body and turning the volume control until the room was filled entirely by Keane.

Listening to the words of the unfamiliar song, letting the words flow through her, Katie took deep breaths. The smell lingered on her senses for too long, until the music overtook her brain's other functions and allowed her to focus on the words that she began to sing along.

"I wake up, it's a bad dream, No one on my side, I was fighting. But I just feel too tired."

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"Have you been in here all day?" Emily shouted, turning off the CD player.

It took a few minutes for Katie's ears to readjust to the lack of sound. The lyrics to 'She Moves In Her Own Way' repeated in her head. She noted the pain in her head had gone, which barely made up for the loss of her day.

"Fucking Hell Katie," Emily snapped, picking up sheets and clothes from the floor. "I thought you'd at least clean up this fucking room,"

"Whatever," she groaned, rolling over and pulling the bedcovers over her head.

"Don't think you can hide away, you're fucking hung over and you can't even find five minutes to clean up your mess," Emily retorted, "The last time I had the flu I tidied this whole room."

Emily's complaints went in one ear and out of the other. The bed sheets covering her head enough to drown out the full sound of Emily's words. She didn't normally ignore her sister, then again she was normally ordering her around. But today she didn't feel like doing anything. She didn't want to bully her, she didn't want to make demands, she didn't even want to talk to her.

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