Disclaimer: As always, I claim no ownership to Skins, or the first generation gang, I love this show...
Warning: Story will contain sex, strong language and drug uses, maybe even violence...
A/N: Well I am so in love with Amber and Tony's relationship, I decided to write a second story, if you have come here first you should know this is the sequel to 'Who's playing who's game' so if you want you can go to my profile and read that story first...
Hope you enjoy, Much love and always loves reviews Emy ;]

Chapter one
Can't touch this!

You wonder who that girl is dancing crazy in purple shorts and a white boys vest. Or the fact she has MC hammer playing from an ipod dock. Well that crazy girl dancer is me. Amber Haley Miles, the person sliding into the kitchen, is Christopher Miles, my cousin. And yes, he is singing into a spatula, in a pair of Spiderman boxers with my sunglasses on. Yes we are going to dance around for a while, we live together and I know what you're thinking, in that little flat. Well we moved, Gina got a house and when Chris was kicked out of his student accommodation, almost kicked out of college, but Gina being Gina threatened to sue, so Chris got to stay.

So you are wondering how I am doing since you last left me, well one, yes I am still dating Tony, serious relationship and everything. Well not overly serious it's not like I'm going to get married to him or anything. No we just enjoy the sex, going out for food, sex, oh and sometimes when I'm in the mood, we watch really corny TV shows in bed. I liked how I could tell him anything; we talk about universities we're both applying for. What we're planning for future careers, and it is what couples do.

So back to the present, dancing in the kitchen, to MC hammer….

"Can't touch this," I sung to Chris, he kept smiling while pointing the spatula at my mouth. It was nice to have him living her, that I always felt good when Chris and me was Dorking about in the kitchen. Our attempt at making pancakes went wrong, so cleaning up after ourselves, it felt good to dance about listening to what random song came onto my ipod, mostly the fact I didn't even know I had MC hammer on my ipod, let alone the fact me and Chris broke into song, we danced, well I would like to call it dancing. But the to anyone who'd walk in, it would look like Chris and me were taking part in an epileptic fit contest.

Chris slid across the hardwood flooring; he stopped doing an epic spin before looking at me over the rims of my designer sunglasses. "Ber baby, you and me are going to Broadway!" he raised his hand in a disco pose. I couldn't help break into a giggling fit. "I know, it's going to be hard, with me to compete with, but I'll let you star in a leading role…" he pushed the sunglasses back up his nose, and spun in another disco move, to MC hammer didn't look right.

I started to bust out some serious moves; Chris and me kept moving, getting closer. Chris turned around as I pretended to spank him, turning and he did the same with me. "If he wasn't your cousin, I'd be scared…" Gina walked into the kitchen in her best suit; she placed her purse on the counter as she smiled to the two of us.

I felt frozen looking to Gina, I laughed nervous, "Well, it's a grove…" I glanced to Chris to say something, anything that would save us.

"You know aunty Gina, you look like you need to bust some moves out…" he waved the spatula about, he always was a favourite of Gina, I kept looking to them, and I was surprised when Gina took off her jacket, she placed it on the counter, as the song changed it was more of my rave selection.

Gina moved into the group, then before I could predict she started to dance with Chris, I broke into moves of my own, as the song blared we all danced around the kitchen, feeling better about the fact my exams were going to be coming up soon, Hand in the last of my course work, then starting my revision for my exams.

"So is Tony still coming over today?" Gina asked walking away from the dance party; she untucked her shirt from her trousers, then sitting at the kitchen table.

Chris on the other hand was now looking to me, he pointed, "That is my vest."

"Don't point that thing at me," I slapped the spatula away from my face, then glanced down to the I clothes was wearing, "and if you want it…" I lifted it up.

Chris held his hands up in defence, "you can keep it on for now!" he looked worried, "I don't want to see my cousin's tits…" adding after looking to Gina. "Also, Tony, he's away with his parents for the weekend," he placed the spatula into the dishwasher closing it up.

"Oh, you didn't tell me he was away," Gina said while she stared to take her hair out, she kept watching me making me feel like a loser. I played with a freckle on my arm, "He's going to be here for your birthday?" she asked looking concern.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, he's going to be here for my birthday," I brushed my hands into my hair, "He's just gone to Holland for a long weekend with his parents." I raised my hands, "I'm cool with it…" I felt that knotting in my stomach, cos in retrospective I wasn't cool with it. Tony was in Holland, Amsterdam, and big chance possibly getting up to god knows what.

I could feel Chris's eyes studying over my face, I tried to put on the best smile, thing was, as much as I loved Tony, a part of me would always remember the guy that would always cheat on Michelle, it was strange to be in her shoes, but I didn't want to imagine Tony cheating on me. Walking to the dock I took my ipod off trying to keep cool, "I'll just go start tidying my room," I nodded walking away from the kitchen.

Getting to my bedroom I opened the door, the purple walls were boarded by silver. I'd spent a whole weekend with the gang painting, my queen size bed sat neatly in the room, I had a Mac computer now, a kind of computer desk slash vanity table I'd thought it would be easier for this room to have just the one desk. My beanbag chair sat in the corner. Most of all, my walk in closet, I felt I was truly at home in my bedroom, I'd still have the wall, but less shame, more photos of the times I never wanted to forget. Even saving some of the photos I'd torn up, I glanced over the photos I'd taken since getting with Tony; I smiled seeing all my friends and knowing that they were good times. Then I glanced to a photo of Cassie's leaving, I felt my hand going over Sid's face, I knew that he didn't want Cassie to go to Scotland, it was worse that it was the same night as Anwar's very eventful seventeenth birthday party.

I didn't need to clean my bedroom; it was strange how tidy it really was. I'd spent most of Friday cleaning it, I knew I wanted to not think of Tony, of anything he could be doing while in Holland. I brushed my hands under my eyes thinking how stupid I was being, but as I glanced over my mobile, I couldn't help but noticed he'd not texted or called me at all.

"I can kick his arse," Chris snapped my attention from my phone, I stood in the doorway, I could see his eyes focused on mine. "I could even, beat him with his own phone…" he tried to look hard, the thing was, I didn't want him to stand up for me, I giggled placing my phone down.

I sighed, "Chris, you don't have to beat Tony up," I then glanced back to my phone, "I mean it's not like he's running off with a Dutch blonde, who's tall, blonde and had bigger tits and like to speak cute and giggle while giving him joint after joint…" I then picked my phone up trying to figure what was wrong with me.

It didn't take Chris long to rushed from the door, he grabbed the phone off me while glancing over it, "you've not been staring at your phone all weekend?" he asked while shaking the phone in my face, "Ber!" he jumped up trying to keep calm. "Ever thought of phoning or texting him?"

"I didn't quiet thing of that…"I stared at my feet, I felt like I was going burst into a fit of laughter, "I really, really didn't think of it," I now got up reaching for my phone, Chris pulled it back, "Chris…" I tried to talk my phone, he held me back.

"Do you want it back to be the clingy girlfriend who doesn't trust her boyfriend, or you want to see how his trip is going?"

"Chris, give me my phone!" I snapped trying to take the phone off him, I kept trying to grab, but every time I did he'd move a little further away from me. "Chris!" I shouted pushing him, next thing I know my balance, his went and we are both on a heap on the floor.

"Ow!" Chris muttered as I was glancing up at him, I was laying on top of him, I started to hit my head on the floor, "I love you Amber, I do, but you're crushing my bullocks…" his voice high pitched, I tried to get up without hurting him anymore. "Ow, ow, OW!"

"Sorry…" I reached grabbing my phone off him.

"So this is why no one can get in contact with you?" Maxxie laughed standing in my doorway, I jumped with a small scream looking from Maxxie to Chris still lying on the floor. "Sexually assaulting your cousin…" he added with a glance to Chris, "didn't see you as kissing cousins."

"No, he was holding my phone," I paused, "What you mean no one can get in contact with me?" I added trying to piece together something that didn't make any sense what so ever.

Maxxie rolled his eyes, "Tony's phoned me, to check on you, I phoned you, and I get a message saying your phones been disconnected." He the waved a hand, "So I come here to find you and Chris all floor snugly…"

"Not snugly, no, more her landing on my balls, and trying to kill me with her tits," Chris was sitting up, he glanced to me, then raised his eyebrow, "And someone is going to be happy that Tony isn't with some blonde Dutch girl."

"Will big tits and a stupid laugh," I clapped my hands, "Can I borrow your phone?" I reached out as Maxxie handed his phone over; I quickly dialled feeling better knowing I was going crazy over nothing.

I listened to the phone ring, I kept bouncing on my feet until I got an awesome, "Hello, Maxxie did you get hold of her?" Tony's voice rang out making me want to squeal.

"Tony, it's me," I held the phone closer to my ear, holding it as if it would make me closer to him. I couldn't help but smile now, all the worry from the past day had gone.

I heard a chuckle, "Thank God, you know this thing called a phone bill, people pay it," he stated as I rolled my eyes, "I was worried, thought you'd…"

"I'd what Tony?" I asked feeling myself break into a grin, I couldn't believe it, Tony was worried about me, and by worried I felt strange knowing that I wasn't alone.

"I don't know, you'd found some hunk on half term and forgot about me," he joked as I could tell from the tone making me laughed, "I'm serious…"

"Tony, you know I am made about you, and you're the whore remember, not me," I replied trying to ignore Chris making kissie faces as I glared to him. "Anyway, we're going to be coming home tomorrow, so I am hoping to be able to bring presents home for everyone, and I'll see you soon," Tony's voice sounded sweet, I couldn't believe the feeling spreading over me, "Oh and Amber, you'll love what I got you," he sounded smooth, his charm was killing me, "Love you."

"Love you too," I said hearing the phone go dead as I spun on the spot handing Maxxie back his phone with a big grin on my face.

"So…" Chris said while looking at me from my bed, I couldn't believe the way he was staring at me, most of all how him and Maxxie's eyes both were wondering the same thing.

I shrugged my shoulder, then laughed, "I've got to get ready for Tony," I fluttered my eyelashes and waved a hand, "And kill the person who said they paid my phone bill…" I could see Chris started to swirl on the spot, "Cos I wouldn't understand how that misunderstanding could of taken place." I spoke slowly.

"I think I need to check on my washing," Chris got to his feet.

"Oh no you fucking don't!" I screamed rushing after him down the hall, I could hear Maxxie mutter something behind me as I ran after Chris; I was seriously going to kill him, but felt better.

Tomorrow night Tony would be home, I'd be able to see him, and then Monday will be college, the most stressful part that is.