CHAPTER 1

Note to reader:

I do not own or am affiliated with the maker of Skins and this is in no way trying to take any credit for their work.

Firstly, I'm not trying to say that gay people can turn straight or can't. I think it is a choice… and I don't want to offend anyone about their sexuality in this fanfic.

It is just a story about a girl who enters the lives of the characters from Skins and how she is hopelessly in love with Maxxie- even if he is gay.

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P.S. oh yeah and sorry about the shit title… couldn't think of anything else. Lol

and the story begins...

I don't usually go to parties. Never really enjoyed the big crowds but Michelle wouldn't take no for an answer, stubborn bitch. I doubt I'd ever feel part of anything anymore and walking down the musty hallways made me wonder how I'd gotten into this fuckin situation in the first place.

Uncertainties always arise in my mind and tonight was no exception.

I entered the smoke filled alcohol smelling apartment determined not to enjoy myself and not a familiar face was insight. Fan fuckin-tastic.

Then I caught sight of him.

Michelle had led me across the room towards the most beautiful guy I had ever seen.

I looked into the deep greenish blue eyes of this god like flawless muscled beast of a boy. He was an image of perfection- fuck, he must be gay.  or taken…

My assumptions proved true as Michelle saw my awed face and whispered, "Sorry Ana… but he doesn't do girlfriends"

My hopes started to fade but I still couldn't tear my eyes away.

"Hey Maxxie. This is my friend Ana." Michelle introduced me. I just gawped in amazement and word vomit spilled out. All I could say was-

"want some curry?" I blurted.

"umm no," he replied.

"or maybe a popadom?"

Shit, I fucked up. He'd never want to fuck me now or even know me. First impressions always mattered and I had just left one that exposed me as a complete twat. I always seem to fuck everything up.

Then, conveniently (with lots of sarcasm), an awkward looking guy with short brown hair approached us and whispered something into Michelle's ear that made her whole body stiffen. She gave me a look that said I'm sorry Ana but this is important and I have to go. How that could fit into one look, I had no idea. I glared at her and dreaded how this night was turning out to be like. And then the beautiful boy spoke, snapping me out of my chain of thoughts.

"It's about time they started sorting things out." Maxxie said, more to himself than anyone else, "has Michelle told you anything about Tony?"

Ah Tony… stupid me… I should have known.

"Yes, she filled me in about how she's been and Tony was an important part of her life."

"Was? Don't you think they're going to get back together then?"

"Well, it's hard to tell init?"

"I guess"

I questioned this angelic looking boy. He seemed so composed, so perfect and yet troubled in some way.

"So, how do you know Michelle exactly?" he questioned with a glint of fear in his eyes.

"Umm… I knew her from elementary school in grade 6. We were best friends, inseparable. Everything was so simple but then my mother got a fuckin job in Australia and I was gutted. Chelle and me stayed mates still… it's the beauty of the internet I say."

He chuckled. It sent the butterflies in my belly to work in overdrive. "I see. So, why are you looking so disappointed to come back? I mean, when you walked through the door the pain was plain on your face."

"My mother died in a car accident and my father left us when I was just 5." My voice cracked, "I was supposed to be staying with my auntie but she's a bitch and her kids are fucked in the head. There was no way in hell that I was going there. So, I used up my life savings to come here and stay with Chelle."

Wow, it was so easy to talk to Maxxie. I hadn't really wanted to talk to anyone tonight and here I was… exposing my life story to this stranger. It went silent for longer than what should have been comfortable. Maybe I shouldn't have opened my big fuckin gob.

"I'm relieved."

Relieved? What the fuck is wrong with him?

He read the confused look on my face.

"No, well… this is going to sound completely stupid but… the last friend Michelle introduced to the group turned out to be a complete and utter psycho. She was my fuckin stalker."

"ah." So he was one of those guys… revolving the spotlight around themselves.

"you didn't laugh. I'm sorry, that was supposed to cheer you up. You know- take the spot light off you. I really do sympathize with you. It must have been fuckin brutal. Life is a bitch, a nasty dirty one at that."

I laughed. His mind worked in weird ways but it was refreshing. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so light hearted. It was strange…

"enough of this." I cheered, "let us drink away our sorrows just for tonight!" I raised my glass, "here's to the fuckin present!"

"here here!" our glasses clinked.

I searched the room to see if I could spot Michelle but she was no where to be seen. Not that I could see much. My head was spinning and the room was filled with sweaty, gyrating bodies. A girl and a boy walked towards us… Maxxie seemed to know who they were.

"Hey Maxxie!" a brown skinned, incredibly cool girl greeted.

"Hi Jal,"

"whose this?" another boy who just screamed trouble pointed to me, "nice pick but I am pretty certain she doesn't have a dick." He laughed to himself.

"Chris Ana, Ana Chris"

"ah Ana is it?"

"Yeah,"

"fancy a dance?"

I hadn't hit the floor all night and thought it a waste if I didn't. Tonight wasn't turning out to be so bad afterall. The Jal girl gave me a lethal glare as I hit the dance floor hand in hand with Chris. I caught a short glimpse of Maxxie's smiling face.

The rest of the night was a blur. I was introduced to Sid and Cassie- a geeky looking boy and a fairly kooky but interesting blonde girl. I danced the night away… feeling free as I was when I was the old Ana, the Ana before the accident, the one that wasn't consumed into a black hole of pitiful self doubt and hatred. I was just me, dancing, laughing, acting… normal.