A/N - Just a little fic inspired by a line from Skins that I loved so much, I decided to open and end the fic with it.

The people who make us happy are never the people you expect…

Sid Vicious had never been one to make friends. Not once had she met someone she would call her "best friend". That changed when she joined the Bohemians – they got past her aggressive front and she did make friends, but she never got too close. She wasn't even sure why – they definitely weren't going to hurt her – but that didn't seem to matter.

Sid was fifteen when everything changed. She had begged Brit to take her "up top" to help look for potential instruments, but instead she found something completely different; a girl, no more than a few years younger than herself. They didn't even find out the girl's name, but within a few minutes, Sid had already given her a new name – Motley Crue. They brought Motley – Mot – down to the Heartbreak with them where she was questioned, Sid never leaving her side. It all started that day – they spent a good few hours finding the new girl clothes, deciding that the sooner she was out of her GaGa clothes the better. They changed her hair, too, by cutting it and dying it blue.

Seven years later, things hadn't changed much. Yes, they were free to do as they wished, Globalsoft now nothing more than an abandoned building, and they weren't together as much – Motley had Blink, and Sid had… well… Sid had too many lovers to keep track of, but they were closer than they had ever been. Like now, as they lay in the middle of the floor, reading the many different things written on the ceiling.

"Hey, look," Mot nudged the blonde's arm and pointing up, "the pink writing, right in the middle." Sid squinted, trying to make out what it said.

Friends will be friends, right 'til the end.

"We wrote that," Sid said, smiling.

"Yup."

"Bugger knows why," she sat up, looking down at the younger girl. "I can't stand you to be honest."

"Well I bloody hate you," Mot stuck her tongue out and they both laughed, Sid falling back down, this time laying across her friend, Mot letting out a loud "oof!"

"I'm not that heavy."

"You are," Mot said. "Big as a whale."

"Cow."

"Bitch."

So when you find someone, you've got to cherish it.