AN: This is probably fairly stupid and out of character, but I've had it on my computer for months and thought I'd finish/post it today. I'd love for you to review, though, please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Skins. I wish I did own Skins. However, if I did own Skins, series one/two characters would have to make regular appearances.
Twin Language
I see the distinctive red hair, but this time I know she's not Emily. Because Ems is out being JJ's friend at some magic show, because she's a good person.
Still, I walk toward the bright head which belongs to the virtual genetic clone of the person I love. I have to keep reminding myself of that so I won't kill her. And I could kill her.
"You know I'm Katie, right?" she asks the second she sees me, recognition dawning distastefully on her face as she puts down her coffee.
There are several possible replies to this question (some more entertaining than others) that come to mind, but I hold them back and simply nod, trying not to let the sarcasm spill too obnoxiously from my eyes. The question was rhetorical, anyway. Katie may not know much, but she at least knows that I'm not stupid.
Against all natural instinct, I sit down across from her in the annoyingly quiet café.
"Look, Katie . . ." I start to say, but then can't think of anything to add. So I just sit there and look at her, trying to be unbiased. Or even trying to be biased in a sort of good way, trying to see her as someone who Emily cares about.
So we stare at each other, but we're not staring each other down, exactly. I think I'm just trying to understand her. And it's while I'm looking at her that I come to a realization: she'd hate me about as much if I were a guy. Being gay really has little to do with it.
She knows it somewhere too, but I'm not sure Emily does. In fact, I know Emily doesn't know that. And I think Emily needs to know that.
"You know," I say, startling Katie by breaking our long silence, "Emily deserves exactly as much as you do," I say, though I really think she deserves so much more. "Do you understand that?"
Katie doesn't reply yet. So I just continue.
"Have you ever thought of how Emily feels when you completely ignore her for all of your boyfriends? Relationships are mutual, Katie. Mutual," I tell her emphatically. "She loves you too," I tell her, a little bothered by that truth. "Whatever you feel because Emily's capable of being happy without you, that's probably what Em's been feeling since she was . . . seven, or whatever." I don't understand the anger they feel toward each other because I don't have any siblings.
Katie doesn't say anything. She's looking at me, though. She's really seeing, too. I like when I communicate with people. That doesn't happen successfully too often.
Feeling satisfied (well, remotely satisfied, anyway), I get up and walk out of the café. But I glance back just once and I see Katie dialing her phone. And she seems to be speaking Twin.
AN: I'm sorry that this is insanely short and scrambled. Please review anyway! Even if you read this story and had only apathetic feelings about it. It'd be nice if you'd write something. Anything. Haha.
Thanks!