This is my first Misfits fanfic, and I'm starting from the beginning of series one, I do not own any of the Misfits character or the song Come On Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runner's, I only own Eileen the character. I've tried to stay as true to the show as possible but sometimes I will change, add or get rid of lines to accommodate my character. Hope you like it!

I cannot believe I'm here, I have far better things to do than pick-up litter and "help" the community. I looked around at my fellow young offenders, to my left there was a tall sporty looking black boy with a fantastic tribal tattoo on his shoulder. Next to him was a scrawny boys wearing a large ugly hat, it was hard to tell if he was really tough or just really good at acting tough. On his left was a tall boy with brown curly hair, there wasn't anything very special about him, other than the fact that he was the only one who bored, as though he had somewhere more important to be. Then there was the chav, she looked angry and the fact that her hair was scraped into just about the tightest ponytail I've ever seen, I couldn't help but wondering if she was one of those freaks who like ain and she wore her hair like that specifically for that reason. Beside the raccoon-eyed chav was a regular old club girl, she was very pretty but just by looking at her I could tell she was shallow. Finally on the opposite end of line-up was a dark-haired boy, he was very pale and looked very uncomfortable, out of all of us he managed to look like the most innocent but at the same time most guilty. Our probation officer was a black man with a thick cube-shaped head, he looked more like a drill sergeant than an ASBO babysitter.

"This is your chance to do something positive," he started, to be honest I stopped listening as soon as he said positive. I was diligently picking the acrylic paint out from under my nails when the lanky, curly-haired boy spoke up, I didn't quite catch what he said but it pissed off the wormy, little thug boy next to him which was pretty funny.

I leaned forward and surveyed our orange jumpsuit line-up and the party girl with the frizzy hair was gabbing away on her mobile, the drill sergeant then nagged her until she finally slapped her phone shut.

The curly-haired boy, who it now seemed was quite the smart arse, starting provoking the greasy thug and they started bickering. I looked over at the black boy next to me, "Shouldn't be here man," he complained.

"Join the club," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Can I move to a different group, this isn't gunna work for me," he said, more to the probation worker than to anyone else.

The chav down near the party girl piped up, "What makes you think you're better than us," she asked threateningly, well it would have been threatening if it weren't for her ridiculous accent.

We all stared at her and I tried desperately to hold back my laughter, the curly-haired boy said, "That's just a noise, are we supposed to be able to understand her?" This made me burst out laughing, the chav heard me and flipped me off and said, "Fuck off you stupid bitch."

I ignored the insult and tried to stop laughing, the instigating curly-haired boy looked over at me and winked, before continuing to irritate the scrawny kid beside him. Their little spat got to the point where the probation worker had to step in and break it up, by this time everyone was laughing at them, except of course our drill sergeant of a supervisor, and the quiet boy down the end.

After everyone had settled down, the probation officer, whose name we sound found out was Tony, gave us our first task. Painting some grubby old benches white, this seemed like a crap chore to everyone else but I couldn't have been happier. It may not be my own expensive paints and brushes, or the slightest bit creative but it was better than picking up litter. There were three benches, the party girl and snotty black boy tok the first, followed by the chav and curly-haired instigator. Then it was me, the thug and the quiet guy on the last one, I hurriedly dipped my paint brush in the can and let the excess drip off, I loved the smell of paint fumes in the morning.

We hadn't been painting very long before the thug stod up abruptly and shouted, "Ah man there's paint on my cap! This is bullshit!" he said as he stormed off, kicking a paint can and man-handling a shopping cart along the way.

After the thug left, the others started to chat, and since I got stuck with the silent kid, I eavesdropped out of boredom.

"I know you, you're that runner guy, you screwed up big time," I heard the party girl say to the snobby guy at the end bench.

"So I'm guessing shoplifting? No?" the curly-haired boy asked the chav, who was offended and acted like she was much more than the stereotypical chav slag. Finally she admitted that her crime was fighting in public because some girl called her a slag, wow, didn't see that one coming.

"What about you weird kid?" the curly-haired boy called over to my silent painting partner, "Don't take this the wrong way or anything but you look like a panty sniffer."

Poor quiet kid, "I'm not a panty sniffer," he said defensively, "I'm not a pervert."

The lanky boy then proceeded to masturbate with his paint brush while grunting, "Leave him alone, you're the one who sounds like a perverted panty sniffer" I said, fed up with his openly dickheaded attitude.

"You're just jealous because I haven't sniffed your panties, yet," He grunted and pelvic thrusted in my direction.

"You're grotesque," I replied, turning back to my painting.

"You love it," he said cockily, "Anyways what's they get you for weird kid, hanging around girl's locker rooms?" he continued pretending to masturbate.

"I tried to burn someone's house down," weird kid said in frustration.

Taken aback by this and slightly disturbed, I stood up from my spot on the steps next to him and walked around the other side of the bench and stretched out my arms and legs. Th chave then asked the smart alec what he had done, "I got done for uh, eating some Pick 'n' Mix."

"That's bullocks," the aggressive chav replied.

I turned out towards the river after hearing some growling thunder and saw a massive pulsing storm cloud; just then, Tony came out to check on us.

"How'd that happen?" he walked closer, "You been here five minutes, it's painting benches, how'd you screw that up?" he shrugged in exasperation, "You tell me because I've got no idea."

Before the curly-haired boy could spew another smart-ass comeback, a massive white boulder slammed into the car on the road behind the probation officer. Everyone stood staring in shock at the car, weird kid had tripped and fallen on the ground and I was hiding behind the bench.

Weird kid jumped behind the bench next to me and started filming everyone with his phone, once again creeped out by him, I moved away from the bench to stand near the chav and smart-ass.

"That's my car," the probation officer said in shock.

"Classic," aughed the smart-ass before another massive boulder of what looked like hail, slammed into the water behind us, I shrieked and bumped into the chav who shot me a dirty look and I shrugged.

"What is that?" the party girl asked looking up at the humungous black storm cloud that was quickly moving in our direction. Just then, another massive piece of hail fell into a dumpster and weird kid sprinted from it in terror. The probation officer, told us all to move quickly so we could take shelter in the community centre. We all ran as fast as we could, screaming and shielding our heads, being sprayed by slush as we went and trying to dodge the worst of the ice.

We finally got the community centre doors and they were locked; the worker fumbled with his keys, all of us shouting obscenities at him. He shouted at party girl for cursing and before he had a chance to turn around, the six of us were lifted off the ground. Everything went black I could feel my body getting hot, then everything turned a startling white. I could feel my limbs pulsing and twitching and my head hurt horribly. My ears started ringing and my body was moving but I couldn't move it and then I abruptly fell to the ground with a grunt.

I looked around and everyone looked as confused and shocked as I felt, the chav sat up and said, "Ugh I feel really weird."

"Was that lightning?" I asked in disbelief.

"We should be dead," weird kid said matter-of-factly.

"A little reassurance might be nice, you know, 'You're fine, lookin' good'" the smart-ass said, I sat up and locked my arms behind me so that I could see Tony, he was lying on the ground in front of the still locked doors to the community centre.

Tony twitched his head and said in a tired voice, "Wanker!"

We all looked at each other in disbelief, "Did he just call me a wanker?" smart-ass asked, confused.

"Are you okay? I mean he is a wanker but it hardly takes a near death experience to realize that," I said, causing the smart-ass to smack my locked elbow causing the right side of my body to flop back to the pavement, "Dickhead," I muttered.

"Is everyone alright?" Tony asked, in his normal voice.

"We could have died you dick," replied the party-girl with attitude.

"Maybe we should call it a day," said the worker as he struggled to sit up more.

Back in the changing room I pulled off my jumpsuit and put on my pain-stained jeans and plain t-shirt. I required so little getting dressed that I pretended to be looking in my bag for something while the other girls got dressed. The chav pulled her hair into such a tight pony-tail it looked like she might explode, "I hope she knows she'll go bald, stretching her hair back like that," I thought to myself.

"What was that?" the chav asked curiously.

"What?"

"What'd you just say to me bitch? Do you want me to kick your ass"

"What the hell is your problem? I didn't say anything," I replied before leaving, disgusted by the weirdly violent girl.

I walked into the hall to find the smart-ass, weird kid and the snobby athlete discussing the probation worker, "I think there's something wrong with him, it's like he was having a spasm," weird kid said while he fiddled with his phone.

"He was probably just faking it, trying to get some compensation, cheap bastard," smart-ass said as he hit the pop machine.

"I don't think he was faking it," weird kid replied.

"You'd know all about being, mental," smart-ass towered over weird kid, and twitched his head, "Wanker!" he shouted like he had Turret's.

"You're an idiot," I said to smart-ass, "He probably just doesn't want to deal with you anymore, wanker."

"Oh, please, hun'; wanker was my father, you can call me Nathan," he winked at me before giggling.

"We waiting for something?" asked party girl as she approached.

"The probation worker," snob athlete answered.

"I'm not hanging around for that dickhead," she said before walking away.

"Yeah, me neither," I said before walking after party girl towards the door.

As I walked away I felt an arm land on my shoulders, "So what did you says your name was?" Nathan asked slyly.

"I didn't, but nice try," I replied with a laugh, sliding out from under his arm.

"Oh come on –"

I cut him off, "Eileen."

"Hey like the song!" he smiled and started to sing it while doing a little jig like the one from the music video, "Come on Eileen, I swear what I mean, at this moment, you mean everything. With you in that dress, Oh my thoughts I confess verge on dirty," he pelvic thrusted in my direction, "ah come on –"

I cut him off once, more, "Okay okay, trust me I know the song,"

He smiled and said, "So, you fancy a drink, Eileen?"

"No thank you," I panicked, "I've got a boyfriend," I lied.

"No you don't!" he shouted awkwardly; almost like word vomit, or verbal diarrhea or whatever it is.

I smirked, "What makes you say that?"

"Wishful thinking," he grinned hopefully.

"Good answer but no, I'm tired, I don't feel like it, maybe some other time," I lied once more.

"Alright fine," he shrugged defeated, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Unfortunately," I replied as he turned down a nearby street and almost got hit by a car crossing the road, he turned back and gave thumbs up, I smiled before resuming my walk home.

I had soon walked far enough from the centre that I could call for a ride, I didn't want the others to know my family was rich. I'm wasn't ashamed, I just think they would treat me different, they would probably assume I'm a snob or that I did something horrible and my parents gave out bribes so that I only had community service. What would they think if they saw me get a ride home in a limousine, I would walk home but we live on the other side of town. I dialed my personal driver – yeah we're that rich – he answered right away and picked me up just as fast.

Once home I checked to see if my parents were there, big shock they were both out, so I went up to my studio. I slowly opened the door and inhaled the toxic smell of the paint, similar to what we used today but much better. I moved across the room, touching the rough canvas and smooth paint as I went.

I sat down at my drawing desk and grabbed my sketchbook from my bag, I opened it up and decided I would draw a flower. I needed something happy and normal to draw after all of today's weirdness. I finished the flower in half an hour, coloured and everything, I shut my sketchbook and no sooner had I closed it then I noticed a flower identical to my drawing in the coffee mug holding my pencils. I picked it up and touched it, it felt real, "Maybe I subconsciously noticed it and drew it, and then only now I really noticed it," I thought to calm myself.

I left the room and walked down the main staircase into the kitchen where the cook, an, old, skinny, tall, Italian man, named Joe was preparing dinner.

"Are my parents even going to be home for dinner?" I asked skeptically.

"Your mom is working late and I'm expecting the call to say your dad will be too, any minute now," he said casually.

"There's a shocker, the Carey's eating a meal without their daughter, whatever will they do without their precious Eileen?" I said in mock panic.

Joe laughed and handed me a carrot, "Now go away I am making you a surprise dessert," he smiled as he pushed me out the door.

After a delicious roast chicken dinner and homemade éclairs for dessert I walked up two flights of stairs to my room and settled in to bed before I fell asleep watching TV.

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