Hey brief intro to this story. I have written here for a long time. This is just a different user name because the fandoms that I write for have changed haha to some degree anyway. The first part of this is simply an intro to give a little background on where the characters are now before it picks up. It will (save the intro) be POV. Enjoy! two hands two feet. disclaimer: Not mine
Two Chicks and a Little Fitch
Chapter 1: Boy with a Coin
When God left The Ground To Circle the World
The pub was dark and musky and vacant. Some little hole in the wall that Cook swore by. The place smelled of groin and piss and your feet stuck to the floor when you walked. Set awkwardly in a corner was an old juke box where the tunes hadn't been changed since the mid eighties, and a dilapidated pool table with one leg held up by cinder blocks. It was as if time had progressively run the place into the ground and nobody had stopped to notice. That aside dollar pints made the place a palace to James Cook who had drug his friends along on one of his many excursions. After a few pints, pills, and some spliff it didn't matter where they were much anyway.
"One more round!" Emily Fitch slams her empty pint on the table. She feels the words leave her mouth but they never processed through her brain. No, her brain had stopped working four pints, three tequila shots, and a couple funny looking pills ago. Judging from the looks of her friends who sat around the table with her they were in the same situation.
"You sure Ems?" Emily looks up to connect eyes with the blonde sitting across the table from her. In their drunken haze however their gaze was faltering.
Naomi glances around the rest of the group to see if there were objections from anyone else. She just finds Effy poised on Cooks lap with her tongue down her throat and his hand running up her skirt. The lights in the rickety pub flickered. Why did they keep doing that?
"Eff!" No response. "EFFY!" Naomi shouted again finally snapping the brunette out of her sex induced reverie.
"What'd ya do that for?" Cook whines as Effy pulls away from him
"One more round?" Emily poses to them, her brown dilated eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Well why the fuck not?" Cook asks looking at them like they were both stupid before throwing his hand up signaling the waiter. "'nother round right here mate!"
The bartender rolls his eyes as he places four more pints on the table. There were so many empty glasses already there was barely anywhere to sit the new ones.
"Gonna feel like crap tomorrow." Naomi muses before starting on her drink.
"We got shit to do anyway." Effy carelessly shrugs as Naomi feels a leg slide up her thigh. It holds itself there a second before sliding down and then back up again.
She didn't have to look to know that Emilys eyes were on her. She could feel them running all over her body, so glassy that they were dripping their lust over every inch of the blondes body. And then Naomi realized that there were better ideas at the moment than another pint. There were definitely better ideas.
Quickly she flicks her eyes up to the red head who obviously had the same thing in mind.
"Cook." Naomi breathes out, eyes still locked on Emily whose legs were now sending her shivers. Luckily the pub was dark and nobody could see how the red head was teasing her, which also made her a little concerned about what was going on with Cook and Effy in that chair. Thankfully she was able to push that thought away.
"Yeah?" Cook repositions Effy on his lap so that he could see the blonde.
"Get the tab." The red head finishes for her girlfriend as she ran her leg even further up the blondes, and further, and further… Naomi let out a small yelp as the red head finally landed at her destination.
"Fuck" Effy looked between the two "What the hell are you two doing under there? You got vibrators in your shoes or something?" She joked coolly. In a manner so cool infact it could only belong to the one and only Effy Stonem.
"Why am I getting the tab? See this here was your idea takin' us all out any everythin', yeah?" Cook glanced at Emily
"Yeah but that's 'cause you said that you'd take us all out with the extra tips we had from the other night when we all worked open to close!" Emily argued back
"Well did you grab the cash then?" Cook tossed back at Emily as he scooted Effy off his lap eliciting an eye roll from her as she slumped into her seat. Immediately becoming bored with the situation she downs her pint.
"What cash?" Emily scowls at him
"The cash on the edge of the table before you left, next to my pipe, on top of the nudie mag…"
There was a silence around the table as everyone looked at one another.
"I uh, - I" Naomi began
"You what Naoms!" Emily urged her swiftly pulling her leg away from the girl
"Well remember the money we said we were gonna throw in for the pills, and the spliff- I guess, I mean it was sitting out… I thought it was the cash but I guess not." Naomi spoke up
"You spent the money on pills then?" Cook accused
"Yeah, the pills that you washed down about twenty minutes ago thank you very much!" She shot back. "And the spliff and the rest of the stuff!"
Emily intervened. If you left Naomi and Cook too long in one of their battles there would be no winners and she and Effy would just become casualties of their hot tempers.
"Well does anyone have any money then?" Emily looks around the table, no one responds. Effy picks her fingernails, Naomi twists the ends of her hair around her fingers, and Cook is rocking back and forth in his chair with his arms crossed. His eyes are firmly fixed on the floor.
"Oh yeah well this is great then." Emily scans the bar. Yes, they were the last ones left and to top it off the sun was beginning to peek through the lone window. The heavy, fuzzy, hazy feeling of all of the pills and alcohol that she had taken that night were beginning to sink in. Especially since there was nothing left to drink.
"Alright then." Effy stood. Stumbling the smallest bit as she did she grabbed her jacket.
"Where do you think your going?" Cook asked as he rose quickly and grabbed her arm.
Effy sighed as she scanned the group with her infamous smirk. Her icy blue eyes bore into us all.
"Well I guess we're leaving then." Effy said simply.
"Im not sure that's-" Naomi began before Effy cut her off.
"The bartender went out for a fag less than five ago. They go around side by the kitchen. If we leave now he won't see us." With that Effy saunters away toward the door
"Im in" Cook mused with a cheeky grin as he grabbed his jacket and followed away after Effy. "Wait up Eff!" He called out after her.
"You can't be serious?" Naomi questions as Emily reaches her hand to her. She wouldn't have listened, well she wouldn't if she had the choice, but Cook and Effy were nearly at the door and Emily's eyes shone that mischief again. It was the same that she had since they were twelve years old when she could sneak a glance at the blonde without Katie noticing.
With a shrug of submission Naomi allows Emily to take her hand and lead her from the bar. They step outside and are suddenly blinded by the light.
"Oh jesus." Effy mutters lowly as she shades her eyes and reaches back for Cook to lean on for support.
"HEY!" They hear a low voice burst behind them.
"Oh shit." Emily grasps Naomis hand tighter
"YOU DIDN'T PAY YOUR TAB!" At this point the bartender was just inches from Cooks face.
"Left the tab on the table mate." Cook said breezily looking away from the man and turning to lead the girls down the street
"I didn't give you a total." He reminded them swinging Cook back around by the shoulder
"We guesstimated trus-" But Cook could finish his sentence a fist collided square with his face.
A brief smile could be seem flash from Cooks blood dripping mouth before he balled his hand into a quick fist, dropped it back to his shoulder, and then swung.
Emilys POV:
"Fuck."
A noise that only I can hear invades my head. It throbs so hard and violently that I feel like Im spinning but Im not. Im in bed- on wait, this is not my bed… not my bed at all. I try to open my mouth but my throat is so dry that the air makes it worse so I have to close it again. I swallow struggling for moisture between my lips so I can breathe and hopefully get rid of the tight feeling in my chest.
As I stretch my arm falls to the side and hit's the floor, once again reminding me Im not in my bed. As the throbbing slows however I hear a soft breathing next to me. Naoms? Good. At least she's here. I think... It takes me a second before I can will my eyes open and turn my head. Luckily the sky was grey and cloudy. The mere thought of sunlight is enough to split my head in two. That's when I realize that there is a hand a just meter away from my face. The hand was small and delicate, a female hand… a hand that was wearing black nail polish? Fuck, I thought as it dawned on me that this was not infact Naomi but-
"Eff!" I prod the girl as I pull myself up and scan the room.
I let out a sigh of relief. We had made it to Uncle Keiths pub. We made it home.
"What?" Effys voice was raspy and low as she rolled over on the booth.
"Effy get the fuck up. Do you even know where we are?" I question her trying not to smirk. I watch the girl force open her eyes. When she finally does the pools of blue look around in confusion and she furrows her brow.
"Of fuck." She breathes out also realizing that we had fallen asleep in the pub. "So I take it we were too wasted to make it up the stairs then." She smirks then points to the bar.
"Jesus." I fly up from my seat and sway for a second since, yanno, I'm so hung-over the ground is moving beneath me and all.
I focus my attention to where Effy was gazing to see Cook passed out, fully on top of the bar, clutching a bottle of tequila. Naomi was still sitting vertically on a bar stool with her head perched near Cooks on the bar. He was snoring loudly in her ear.
What can I say? Typical morning these days.
We all had finished up at round view, well I guess except for Cook, and most people went their separate ways. Pandora and Thomas had gone to University in America, JJ well he's still around but it appears that the lifestyle we lead doesn't suit him to well what with baby Albert and all. Cook managed to escape jail time yet again. How? I don't know. He's boasted that he's got a file thicker than the bible. Freds went missing straight after our A levels and nobody's heard from him since.
That's one thing that nobody ever talks about. I guess everyone's afraid to rattle Eff. Well that and the fact that I think we're all a little scared of the truth ourselves. There is however one other topic that goes unmentioned. Katie.
After our first year at College Katie had gone away for the summer with that tosser Danny on some football tour. In Katies words it was so "Victoria Beckham". I thought that she had been ridiculous for leaving, but we were 16, and I got more time with Naomi outside of Katies shadow. But then she didn't come back. She had married the wanker over the summer and said she was going to stay with him… in Spain. He had gotten signed to some small league out there and it was going to be "his big break".
Days, weeks, months passed without hearing from her. We'd get an occasional letter. Occasional phone call, and that was it. I had managed to track her down once. It was about three years ago (its been almost six since she left) to some address in London. Naomi had come with me. Needless to say it didn't end well but that's long story. That's another story.
As for Naoms, Effy, Cook, and I we still live here right in Bristol. Uncle Keith had dropped dead in his pub during trivia night after a few too many years of a few too many pints. Then who did we find he was wise enough to leave the pub to in his will? His favorite nephew James Cook. For us we kind of lucked out. Cook was quick to employ us all because come on, what did he know about running a business?
Naoms handles the books and the money and all of that stuff, Effy finds, books, and often ends up snogging the talent. Cook runs the bar, and I manage the patrons and the menus. The best part of the deal is probably that upstairs above the pub is Uncle Keiths old flat. Its decent space, two bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom the normal stuff.
Hours later Naomi and I are lounging on the couch. We were too unimpressively hung over to even open the pub that day.
"What time is it?" Naomi asks. She is lying across the couch with her head in my lap.
"5:45." I stroke the blondes hair. She has the cutest pout on her face as I hear her mumble
"I feel as though I'll never be sober again."
I had to chuckle she was almost poetic. If there was a weakling amongst us for alcohol tolerance its probably me BUT Naomi always ends up with the worst hangover.
"I really think that my liver may be dead." She continues to muse as I chuckle at her.
"Oh you big baby." She swats me lightly before she rolls over to face me. As her blue eyes connect with mine I place a small kiss on her lips. "Besides, tomorrow is Friday. That is the real party night."
"No, no more!" Naomi groans. "No more parties, no more pills or spliff-"
"It's Tuesday. Tomorrow is Wednesday." A husky voice came from nowhere. I flick my eyes up and away from Naomi to see Effy propped in the armchair across from us.
"Fuck Effy you scared the shit outta me!"
She shrugs at my comment lighting up a spliff. She takes a long drag before passing it to Naomi who thankfully takes it.
"I thought you said no more." I chide her with a smirk. She turns back to me and lets a long stream of smoke out right into my face which I greedily inhale.
Suddenly a loud low buzzing could be heard throughout the flat.
"Jesus that's the worst noise ever." Naomi groans. Effy tosses me a pillow from her chair which I then press over Naomi's head.
"Told you Id always take care of you." I whisper through the pillow
"What by smothering me!" I can her her muffled voice speak.
"Cook! Get the door!" Effy shouts but he's already down the stairs to get it. Mind you he went butt ass naked. It was nothing that none of us hadn't seen before. Cook has a habit of sleeping in the nude. If Effy's having a shag with some guy in their bed (yes they share a room and a bed but "are just shagging" so they say) you can often find Cook sleeping naked on the couch. Effy, on the other hand, doesn't sleep when Cook is shagging other girls. I think that those are the nights that she thinks about Freddie the most. The nights where she doesn't have an excuse to rub up against.
Anyhow, Naomi jokes about how unsanitary it is given Cooks history with crabs and things of the sort but she tolerates it. Naomi and Cook are odd souls perfectly matched.
"So guys we have a problem." I peer over the couch to see Cook re-enter the room with a fresh black eye from the pub last night. He is cupping his dick in one hand, and a small childs hand with the other.
"What the fuck is that Cook!" Effy fumes. I can see the wheels turning in her head.
"NO, NO! It's not mine I swear! I don't even know where it came from! I went to get the door there he was. The car just kinda pulled off. And then the neighbor saw me 'cross the way in my birthday suit with a little boy bringing him inside-" The expression on Cooks face was a mix of horror and amusement
"Cook!" Effy threw him a pair of boxers off of the couch "I told you look like a sex offer." She mutters under her breath.
The little boy, who appeared to be four or five kept his eyes down at the ground. Cook released his hand and put the boxers on quickly. Just then I got a horrible feeling in my gut.
"Did it come with anything?" Naomi asked next
"No, jus' bags." Cook mused looking down at the little boy. "You got a name there mate?" He asked the child.
The boy still didn't speak but he did raise his head and suddenly his chocolate brown pools connect with mine and I knew. I knew exactly who he was. I could feel Naomi's eyes on me. I know she was thinking the same thing. Cook and Effy were watching us in confusion. Well Cook looked confused. Effy appeared to be piecing it together.
"Micah Fitch?" My voice quivers with uncertainty as the words fall from my lips
"Mum?" He breaths out slowly tears pouring down his cheeks.
"Oh fucking hell."
More soon! What did you think? There is a decent amount of this written because I dont like leaving people hanging if it is a story im not 100% invested in. BUT I want to know what you want because there are several directions this coud go. -Should Katie be featured or should some "other circumstance" render her unable to be in the story -Freddie? Yes, ... no? Effy and Freddie, or Effy and Cook? Anyway the story with have light fun times, dark depressing time, and as always general skins debauchery. That's all for A/N. I like to keep it simple. We read for the storie right? But Im serious about letting me know what you want to see come of this.