SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.10:EVERYONE
Here we are everybody! The last episode of Series 7! It has been one fun journey and I hope you've all enjoyed it so far and fallen in love with the characters, I've had a lot of fun writing it and more than likely at some stage I'll go back and edit it or do other stuff like fanart or roleplays or even if you guys want to do that, that is super cool. But now we have reached our last episode for the series that's gonna set everything out of whack for the next series but is going to wrap up in a nice little celebratory way, I quite liked the ending for 5.08, so you might notice some similarities in that with this one, but anyway let's get to it.
Kelly walked threw the last of her jackets into her suitcase and sealed it up, she picked it up with ease placing it onto the floor. She rolled it out the room and closed her door. She turned around to smack straight into her brother falling to the floor.
Their suitcases rolled down along the staircase and the top pockets fell open, with bags of weed sliding out of Kelly's and hundreds of condoms sliding out of Kenan's.
Kenan's hands were still outstretched at the suitcase as he looked up at Kelly, "I won't tell if you won't tell."
"Deal," said Kelly as they scrambled down to collect their belongings. As they began to scoop them into the bag, Kenan stopped, "No! Wait, wait!" Kelly paused for a split second, "Trade a bit for a bit?"
Kelly turned her head a little then nodded passing Kenan a bag of weed as he past her handful of condoms.
"Are you ready to go? Bus ain't gonna wait around forever you know." Said Julie.
"Yeah, coming!" shouted Kelly, as she hurriedly scooped up the bags.
"We'll be two ticks!" shouted Kenan.
They picked up their bags and wheeled them down into the kitchen.
Sam held a sparkly red top in one hand and purposely torn striped one in the other, weighing out her options in front of her bag.
"Hurry up!" shouted Rachel, "You take forever! What the fuck are you doing?"
"Just deciding, I'll be down in a minute." Sam yelled back.
Sam threw both tops in and by this stage a miniature mountain was shouting out of Sam's suitcase. Sam tried pushing the lid down, but it just sat on top of the clothes. Sam gave it another frustrated push.
Paulie sat wearily at the table, as his Dad droned on, "Alright, now be careful of drugs, robbers, alcohol, parties, wild dogs…"
Sam was now pushing her body weight down upon her suitcase, hoping for it to close, as she tried to reach around to the zipper.
"…guns, foreigners, strange shops, prostitutes, deafening music, false prophets…"
Paulie stood up, "Welp, see ya then Dad, thanks a lot."
"Uh! Now, wait a minute!"
Paulie looked over his shoulder to see his Dad standing there firmly, "remember I love you Paulie."
Paulie smiled, "Thanks Dad, it almost felt genuine there, keep trying bud!"
Peter sighed, "Don't do anything God wouldn't approve of."
"I'll ask him if I need to." Said Paulie with a wave.
Sam tried diving on the bag but ended up sliding over the edge and hitting the ground on the other side with a thump.
"What are you doing up there?" yelled Rachel, "are you ready to go?"
Sam looked at the bag and sighed, "yes!" she shouted as she grabbed the bag by the handle and didn't bother zipping it.
Ken sat on the computer when his Dad came in, "Ken, you have a bus to catch soon, have you even started packing?"
Ken looked up, "Oh… right…"
He grabbed his phone and wallet off the desk and slid them into his pocket, threw his jacket on, his headphones over his head, opened his wardrobe and grabbed out some cigarettes and a lighter and slid them in. Patting his pockets he looked up, "Right, I'm ready."
His Dad gave him a demeaning look, "Is that it?"
Ken rolled his eyes and grabbed out a pair of underwear shoving it in his inside jacket pocket, "Right, now can we go?"
"Whatever," said his Dad motioning him to come along.
Hayley zipped up a small backpack full of clothes and had slung around her neck, her camera fully charged and ready to go with a fresh memory card, she smiled with glee, ready to take new and exciting pictures.
Atticus sat at the door flicking his tail, he let out a gentle meow. Hayley looked up, "I won't be gone long," said Hayley, "Now remember to look after Dad for me, yeah? And remember! He's on a diet, so watch him to make sure he's not sneaking out and getting hotcakes in the morning!"
Atticus scratched along the carpet arching his back, "alright, good boy." She said as she leant down to pat him.
Drew sat in his room, as he was about to finish packing his bag. He left the drinks in the fridge, and was about to grab the weed when he decided to leave it and instead just grabbed the cigarettes and a lighter. Below them was a roll of condoms, Drew reached for it then curled back his fingers and left them. He peeled a photo off the top of the drawer and kissed the tip of it before folding it and sliding it into his pocket.
"Drew!" called a voice from the corridor, "Drew!"
Drew walked out and leaned up against the door, "Yeah?"
"I can't get in for some reason," said Antonia from the corridor.
"Your key doesn't work anymore," said Drew lifting up his eyes.
"Why not!" yelled Antonia, "I'm the maid, I should not have to put up with this shit."
"You kept coming in and doing a number of things." Said Drew.
"Like cleaning?"
"Like drinking my drinks, smoking my weed, leaving somewhat revealing photos on my laptop and I'm going to pretend I didn't find a security camera in my bathroom."
"Is for security! Hotel security!" said Antonia.
"I have a girlfriend now Antonia, you know that."
"The red-haired little bitch…"
"What was that?" asked Drew.
"The little red-haired angel!" said Antonia, "So full of fire and passion!"
Drew sighed and opened the lock, "Promise not to fuck up the place while I'm gone?"
Antonia smiled and reached out her hand, "Pinky promise."
Drew sighed and shook his pinky finger with hers.
Claire sat on the staircase with her hand holding up her face, when one of her younger brothers came up to her.
"Why are you going to London?" he asked.
Claire shrugged, "fun."
"I thought it was with college."
"College can be fun," said Claire.
"That's not what Manny Hammerson's brother said, he said it was a piece of shit."
Claire looked up in shock about to speak when one of her other brothers interrupted.
"Simon? What does shit mean?" he asked.
Simon turned to his brother, "It's French cheese, uh! Remy, you're so stupid!"
Claire breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you gonna get wasted?" asked Simon.
"What?" said Claire.
"Mum said you were gonna get wasted on this trip," said Simon.
Claire lowered her head, "I bet she did."
"Are you a fanny licker?" he asked.
"WHAT!" said Claire.
"Manny Hammerson's brother said that you're a fanny licker."
Claire was speechless for a minute.
"What's a fanny licker?" asked Remy.
"Somebody who licks windows, Remy." Said Simon, "I personally think that's heaps cool, bump it sister."
Claire frowned as Simon held out his fist, "Listen, Simon, whatever Manny Hammerson or his brother say isn't true, I'm not a fanny licker."
"Oh dammit!" said Simon, "I thought you were starting to be cool, does that mean your not a titty sucker either?"
Claire sat up straight, "Um… Mum!" she called out, "I need to go!"
Her Mum came out of the kitchen, "right, right of course. Let's go. Simon, Remy, go play football in the garden or something, I've got to take Claire away now, off you go."
"Bye Claire!" called Remy, "Have fun! Bring me back some tasty shit!"
Sharon frowned, "What did he say?"
"He said bring me back some tasty chips," said Claire quickly.
"Thought he said something else then," said Sharon.
Dean sat on his bed scrolling through Facebook photos, one after one and pausing on certain ones.
Dean heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly folded up the objects to his right, as he coughed a bit.
Phil opened the door and looked at Dean, "You ready to go?"
Dean nodded, "Um… yep, sure."
Phil nodded and frowned looking at the computer screen which Dean quickly closed, "What you doing there?" asked Phil.
"I was…" Dean shook his head, "I was looking at porn, yeah, I was just having one last jolly good jack off before London."
Phil frowned, "Alright, well when you've put your sorry dick back down in your pants, I'll be waiting in the car."
Phil walked out and Dean breathed a sigh of relief looking at the computer screen before packing away the kit to his right and slinging up his bag with stiff joints.
Gemma walked downstairs with no backpack, just her clothes, cigarettes and a lighter.
Her parents were to no surprise at it again.
"I've told you a billion times before Alan, get your own shit out of the dryer." Yelled Kristine.
"Oh what, so I work my ass off everyday and you can't even empty out some fucking clothes, you're such a useless bitch."
"Get bent tosser."
"Mum, Alan" said Gemma, "I'm leaving for London now."
"Alrighty then," said Alan not taking his eye off Kristine.
"With my secret lover." She said.
"Yep, yep."
"Who is a girl,"
"Ok, we get it Gemma," said Kristine still focused on Alan.
"I think I got her pregnant, can you do that without a penis?"
"I don't know," said Kristine.
"I think it may be a giraffe baby, judging from the scans, scientist are just marveled that two girls have actually managed to make a baby."
"Are you quite done?" asked Alan.
"Almost, I think I'm addicted to heroin and I have Aids," said Gemma.
"Done?"
"Yeah, just about, you can both fuck off now." Said Gemma.
"Alright, thank you," said Alan.
Gemma walked out the door as the yelling resumed.
"Never in my life! Never have I met a greater dickhead then you!"
"Oh no wonder you married me then! You sure like to suck a great dick, don't you? Wait a minute… did I hear the word Giraffe?"
Gemma stood on the front porch and blew a cigarette.
Mrs. Angelo looked up at her and smiled, "Hello dear! Off to London?"
"Yes, Mrs. Angelo," said Gemma, "If I don't come back, tell everyone I killed Hitler and died a hero."
"Sure thing deary," said Mrs. Angelo as she went back to humming and clipping the garden hedges.
Tony marked off the names as they got on the bus. Drew got on and saw the boys on the back seat with the girls close by in other seats. Drew went over to the large bus driver, up the front, positioning himself.
"Hey, can I speak into the microphone, real quick?"
The bus driver looked over at him and frowned, "No, but you can sit down and shut up."
Drew looked taken aback at the crabby bus driver as he walked up the back.
"Here he is," said Dean.
Drew pulled his face back, "Bus driver just ripped me a new asshole."
"Shit, why?" asked Ken.
"Just wanted to speak into the mic," said Drew.
"What did you want to say?"
Drew peered around to see the bus driver getting off to fix the luggage compartment. "I'll show you," said Drew.
He ran down the front of the bus and grabbed the mic and let out a long and sharp moan into it. Drew began to run as the end of the bus burst out laughing onto the floor.
The bus driver hobbled on board, "Hey!" He yelled, "I thought I told you not to touch it! Come back up here I'll fuck you up!"
Celia grabbed him by the shoulders, "It's alright Rod! Just… sit down, they won't do it again."
"They better fucking not," he mumbled.
Celia walked up the back of the bus, "Boys! We are guests on this bus and we will treat it in a respectful way or you can get your asses back into the class for the last week instead of going to London, got it?"
"Yes miss," said Dean, "Sure thing, best behaviour."
As she walked away Paulie sat up straight, "We are good little boys!"
Ken hitched his pants up, "I'm ready for school!"
Drew stuck his thumbs up, "Learning is fun!"
Dean bit his lip, "Library time!"
"Are you guys like 12?" asked Kelly.
"Oop, Nice call Kelly," said Dean, "You're right, we're a bunch of 12 year olds."
"Yep back to fucking primary school," said Ken.
Kelly shook her head and leaned out the windows, Paulie got up and sat next to her.
"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with E..."
"I'm not 6, Paulie," said Kelly.
"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with E…"
"I'm not playing, Paulie," said Kelly in a huff.
"Do you give up?" Kelly didn't respond, "Electrons"
Kelly frowned and turned around, "You can't see electrons."
Paulie shrugged, "I did say my little eye, didn't I?"
"Oh you think you're so clever… right then, my turn" Paulie smiled and pulled his fist downwards.
Gemma sat next to Dean scrolling through his iPod, "Oh this is all so shit," said Gemma.
"Oi!" said Dean, "I like it!"
"Nobody should like this!" said Gemma, "There is good dance music and then there is just remixed feedback, that's what pretty much every song on your iPod is, this is shit, what else do you have?"
Dean stared out the window as Gemma scrolled through his iPod, "Um… what the fuck?"
Dean's head flicked back as Gemma swiped through the photos, Dean quickly grabbed the iPod out of her hand, "Oi! Privacy!" he said angrily.
Gemma extended her finger out, "Why did you have pictures of me and Claire on your phone? Were you jacking off to those photos?"
"No!" said Dean, "They're just… well they're just photos aren't they?"
"Yeah… but, why are they on your phone?" asked Gemma.
Dean began to run short off breath as everything suddenly ran out and he was saved when he heard Tony's voice boom across the bus, "Everyone! We're here! Grab your stuff and follow me off to the hotel, stay together, we don't want to get lost."
Gemma turned back to Dean, but he'd already gotten up and started getting off the bus.
Drew extended his arms to embrace the city air, "Ah London! Fill my eyes with your beauty!"
"Did you turn gay on that bus trip or what? Or even better question, were you already gay?" asked Kenan.
"Fuck off Kenan," said Drew, "Everybody knows that you lot were looking at each others cocks on the bus, you weren't quiet about it."
"Hey man," said Kenan pointing his finger out, "We were measuring up, it's a serious issue."
"Only if you want to know who goes on top and goes on bottom," said Drew with a smile as he walked off to Hayley calling him.
"Here Pauls," said Hayley passing him the camera, "when I say so just hit the button in the top right."
"Got it," he said nodding his head, "Ready lovebirds?"
Hayley motioned Drew in, as he hugged her with the city in the background.
It clicked and Hayley ran over to grab it as she bit her lip excitedly, she looked up at Drew, "I promise that not all of them will be cheesy teen photos, I plan on taking some serious ones to edit."
Drew shrugged, "I don't care if you do take some cheesy ones," he said with a smile, "Let me see it then."
Hayley passed Drew the camera as he looked into it and then withdrew his head quickly.
"What? What is it?" asked Hayley.
Drew frowned, "Nothing, it's just…" Drew raised his heads as he peered around the streets and surely enough he saw Pastul walking along the road opposite to him.
Drew grabbed Hayley's hand and ran to the group ahead of them, "Come on, let's catch up," he said with a dry voice.
Not an awful lot, just a lot of drabbling on in this first chapter, I think a lot of this story seems like that and then in one chapter everything just seems to erupt and kind of leaves us with these all new plotlines, anyways chapter 2 up soon.