A/N: I've left 'GSF' parked for a while, because I've already written the first 15 chapters and I needed a break, I've designed the end but there's still so much to cover. Yesterday, listening to the latest CD from One Direction (kill me if you want to, but my sister is like the Queen Mother of all Directioners of the world) this popped into my head. Not is if it is good, bad, if I'm crazy (maybe) but... give it a chance, you will not be disappointed.

This is not a story itself, I think it will be a four-shot or five-shot if the divine inspiration comes to me or something as well. A little sad at first, but I promise that it's worth it.

I'll just say one thing: FLUFF.

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, huh.

She tried to warm her hands, rubbing them with her jumper. Her best friend was sitting towards her, trying to light a spliff, but the wind was so strong and he couldn't. Sweet november in England, one of the coldest they remembered. He grumbled, muttering a few insults to the poor lighter, and the girl smiled, shaking her head and grabbing the joint with her fingers from his mouth. She lighted it, doing an old trick with the gas and he sighed, looking at her. He murmured, smiling. "Lucky bitch."

She rolled her eyes, smiling too, because she still didn't know why he was her best friend, but she loved him. She handed the spliff to his friend and the boy just took a drag, slowly.

"Where do you find it, this time?" Asked her, sitting in the car hood and he stood up, stretching his body and yawning. They were tired, but they didn't mind so much. The boy continued smoking, and she sighed, looking at him. "Cook..."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, blondie. A little bit here, a little bit there... it's really easy to find weed in this fuckin' country. Do you wanna do blowbacks?"

She shook her head, answering to that boy "Nah... it's not my thing, really. Besides, you know I'm trying to quit." and then a girl appeared in front of them, with two brown bags on her hands. "Fucking finally!" Said the blonde, helping the other girl with the bags. "We thought that you'd had made friends there."

"Seems that you've started the party without me." She said, stealing the spliff and taking a drag. "Much better, OH yeah..." She yawned, too. "Cook, can you drive, please?"

"Of course. Bristol, innit?" He asked. The both girls nodded, "Aye! Bristol, then!"

They entered in the car and the blonde girl felt asleep so quickly. In a couple of hours, they would reach that city, where they passed their first seventeen years, together. Cook turned on the radio, downing the volume and the brunette stretched her skinny body into the cold passenger seat, muttering some verses of the famous song playing in the radio. Cook smiled widely, he'd never thought about having for companions that two girls, on that trip, but he was such a lucky guy.

"Are we going to stay in her house, Eff?"

The brunette shrugged, looking through the window. She didn't know because she didn't talk with the blonde about it, but they had some places to stay in that city. "I don't know if she wants to stay there for a while or..."

"Ya know she wouldn't." Replied him, paying attention at the road. It was getting dark and they were tired, but they wanted to arrive as soon as possible. If they passed a bloody more night in a roadside motel ... they preferred to stay in the car before that, and at least they had drunk a couple of coffees that day.

Effy, the brunette girl, nodded because she knew what was Cook talking about. "Yeah... Gina is going to kill her."

Cook sighed, shaking his head. "That woman couldn't kill a fly." The situation was weird enough to them to think about it, but in the deep, he was happy about their decision: he wanted to see his old friends, he was going to see his little brother (maybe) and he knew that Effy wanted to be there, at least for a week, to see her mother.

The blonde... she was different. She passed through something hard and she decided to live her life, after that. Effy knew that Bristol was going to haunt her, surely, because well, it was a big city but the places they used to visit were there, and the girl would go wherever she wanted to be because she became 'that' kind of people who does whatever they want to do.

"I understand her, ya know? I mean, she's just fuckin' 23." He said, thinking thay they were so young and the life had been so injust with them. "Have you ever thought about it? Me, with that Sophia's problem, you, with all your brother's thing and she..."

"Don't mention it." Murmured Effy, closing her eyes. "She passed through the worst."

He had to agree with her friend, so he just nodded. The guy didn't know why the fuck the blonde girl had called him, with all the people she could have there, but she did.

They needed each other.

Anyway, Cook felt like having a conversation with her friend, so he contunued. "Have you listened somethin' about the boys?"

Effy shrugged again. "The typical, you know... JJ and Lara are married, Panda and Thomas fucked off to the States and..."

"What 'bout the twins?"

She shook her head, bitting her bottom lip. "The last thing I heard about them was that Katie was dating a bloke from her work and her sister was going to study in New York and that was three years ago, Cookie, so..."

They never talked about it, but Effy had something in the pit of her stomach and she needed to say it, because she didn't like a shit that feeling. "Do you think that Naomi and Emily could have something if Naomi...?"

He shrugged, sighing. "Who knows, babes... I still don't know why the fuck she didn't tell her, then."

Effy smiled, knowing the answer to that question. Naomi didn't tell anything about her illness to Emily because she loved her, simple.

"Someday she'll tell her."

Cook smiled too, because he missed JJ and the twins like crazy, and he would missed Freddie if he could see him, but he wasn't there anymore. He gulped, shaking his head, and he looked to the girl. "D'ya think?" She just nodded, yawning. "Ah, I see... you, the 'all-knowing' girl."

She let out a small laughand sighed, looking at his friend. "But you love me, mate."

He grinned, shaking his head and they both stared at the road. He thought that of course, he would always love her, but he remained quiet.

He was so fucking lucky for having them and he didn't want to risk that, but sometimes, when he looked at Effy, he was 16 again, and that was so fucking cool.

[...]

Effy stretched her body, opening her arms, when she went outside the car. "Here we are."

Cook and the other girl left the car, too, and the three of them looked at the street.

The blonde scratched her hair, looking at the yellow house they had towards them. Effy smirked, because she loved the woman that lived inside that cheerful house with all her heart. When she was worse, at her 17's, Gina Campbell offered her a place to be, a solution, and she was totally grateful with that woman. Cook liked her, too. He used to have some dinners at Campbell's place and Gina was always so kind with him when he was a totally prick and an arsehole. The blonde girl sighed, grabbing her keys with her shaking hands, and Effy rubbed her back, friendly. "You know," Said Cook, looking at his friends. "I'm freezing my fucking balls 'ere." Effy sent a glare to him and he closed his mouth.

Naomi took a deep breath and she went straight to the door. "Everythin' once." She thought before putting the key in the lock. She gave two turns to the key and the door opened. There was no light, it was normal (as it was late) and the blonde couldn't help but look at the place where she lived when she was a fucking adolescent. She found the light switch and pressing it, her living room was filled by the light. She stared at the places where she used to stay and a sad smile appeared on her lips. The place seemed a little bit different, counting that she avoided to enter there for five fucking years, but she was a new girl, a new Naomi. She wasn't selfish anymore. Cook placed a hand on her shoulders, murmuring a thing in her ear and she turned around, heeding his friend, to see her mother standing up, with the warmest smile ever.

They didn't need words, because when Naomi felt her mother arms hugging her she started to sob, quietly. Her mother caressed her hair, and mouthed a 'thank you' to the other two guys, but they were just seeing the scene, smiling.

"I-I'm so sorry, Mum, I'm so fuc..."

Gina shushed her, smiling. "As if I care... you are totally recovered, honey, and that's the only thing I could ask for. Do you want a mug of tea?" The blonde nodded, cleaning her own tears with her thumbs and they, mother and daughter, grinned, while the tears were falling for their cheeks. "I'll made some, then."

Naomi looked at her friends, and clearing her throat, she started to talk again. "Mum, huh... we're going to stay here for a bit, maybe a week or..."

"That's fantastic, sweetheart. You know you can stay here whenever you want."

Naomi knew her mothet meant that. She never knew a person as lovely as her mother, and well, when she was a teenager she was quite a stubborn bitch but with all the things she passed through, she knew that she loved that woman to bits.

Naomi was just in the middle of her 16's when she was diagnosed with cancer. That day, something changed inside of her, and the first thing she did, was getting wasted with Cook. She told him, and Cook cried that night. Effy knew about it two weeks after that day, and they decided to cover her friend. She finished her studies online because she didn't want to go outside, never. She didn't want to be the poor girl who had cancer. When they were 18, Effy and her moved to London. With their university money and Effy's job, they could live there for the following four years. She fought that bitch for five years, and when she (miraculously) won the battle, she avoided the whole world, because she was tired, so tired and she needed a break.

Cook visited them at least every month he could. He told them things about every thing in Bristol, and Effy sensed how Naomi's face lighted everytime he talked about their old friends, especially the twins. Naomi explained her, one night, that she was gay but when she was young she was scared about it, and Effy couldn't help but think in the little redhead, Emily. That night, she thought in Katie, too, and she smiled remembering the obnoxious twin.

Things could be different but they weren't, and Effy and Naomi became like sisters.

They were together, Effy and the twins, until their 18's and then, Eff chase, and chase to be with Naomi leaving Freddie, the twins and everything of fucking Bristol in the process.

She never left Cook because Cook knew about it, and that was enough. At first, she sent him money, and he used it to buy his train tickets to visit them. He started to work at his uncle Keith's pub (that mythical place) and things went better, at least, the first two years. Naomi went worse when they were 21, but that was in the past, because she fought it.

That night in her old house, in the place she used to call 'home', she entered in her room. Cook and Effy were going to share the spare room because it had two beds and also, since Naomi went worse, Cook stood with them in London for a bit. When Effy cried (when Naomi was at the hospital, mostly) he hugged her, promising that everything was going to be better. Cook liked to keep his promises.

Naomi smiled, staring at the walls. Her old pictures and posters about polytical things where there, intact. Nelson Mandela, Guevara and some people who changed the world, she thought. When she was young, she dreamed about being an important person, a girl who could change things, but life was harsh and hard with her. She shook her head, smiling, and in the other wall she could see some of her old photos, with her friends and her mother.

She ran her fingers through the wall, trying to remember where the pictures were taken, and she had to laugh when she saw one of them with Effy and thr other girls in a senseless slumber party organized by Panda, just three days before she knew what was happening with her body.

She sighed when she looked at Emily. She smiled again, but that smile was sad, because she remembered that little teenager so well. Seven fucking years, Christ's sake, and Naomi reminded everything about that redhead, who used to stole her breath when her brown eyes stared at her.

Sometimes she wondered what was she doing with her life. They kissed twice, in Panda's party, but then she disappeared. She couldn't cope with the redhead, then, and it was a little bit selfish but she wouldn't stand to see her Emily, her little girl, being sad about her. She talked with Effy and Cook because they weren't going to have pity, they were going to treat her as another person, not a sick one. She liked that. She couldn't expose Emily to that, because the first thing she thought when the doctor said the word "cancer" was that she was going to die so young, and she didn't want to be loved.

She felt sick. Alone. Lonely.

She didn't heard a knock on her door and when someone touched her shoulder, her body startled. Effy laughed, seeing that reaction, and Naomi smiled when she saw her friend, looking at the pictures of her room. "Sorry, I was..."

"It's OK, Nai." Replied the brunette girl. "The table is settled, you should come or your tea will be cold."

"Yeah, give me a sec." She said, looking for the last time at the pictures, and when she closed her door, she smiled. Cook was chatting with her mother, and by the way she was laughing, Naomi could sense that Cook was telling her something about their trip.

Something embarassing, she guessed.

She smiled, sitting down in that table. "Whatever he's saying, it's not true."

"Aww babes, I was just tellin' Gina when that Egyptian man try to change you for three dromedaries, it was fuckin' hilarious." Replied Cook, laughing too.

Effy smiled and teased her best friend. "I would have changed you just for one."

"Ha. Ha." Said Naomi, trying to seem annoyed but the table started to laugh hard, and she had to smile, because she could never imagine a better family than hers.

[...]

That's all for now, what do you think?

The next chapter? Emily Fitch will make a great appearance because SHE deserves it.

All reviews will be accepted with great pleasure :D

To be continued...

#MARV.