So this is my first and probably last Misfits fanfic, it was just something I've had in a folder for a while after re-watching series 1.
Anyway I loved Kelly and Nathan and I just wanted a go a writing her but not in her usual 'Fuck you you dickhead' kind of way but how she was on the last episode of series 1, the cutie!
So here you go! I know not a lot of people write Misfits fanfic that much I thought I would and I may possibly try a Rudy fanfic talking to himself but I probably wont publish it:')
I OWN NOUT MAN.
"Oh fuck off will ya'"
Kelly slammed her bedroom door shut ignoring the shouts from her mum and jumped onto her bed; face contorted with grief as she opened up her laptop and watched the video of Nathan for what was probably the fifteenth time in two days. She couldn't help herself, she didn't know what it was about the prick but she missed him and wanted him back and every time she thought of him her heart clenched and her throat clogged up then she just cried and cried until she fell asleep. She knew none of the others were this bothered and she really couldn't understand why she was all that arsed, all she'd done was give him a few shitty chicken nuggets.
She sniffed up the snot that was clogging up her nose as the video started, her bottom lip wobbled.
"Melon-fucker!"
Kelly let out a strangled laugh.
"You weren't meant fuckin' die Nathan, I thought I fuckin' loved ya' mate"
She rubbed the sleeve of her hoodie across her nose and slammed down the screen of her laptop. Here it was again that awful feeling; Kelly slammed her head back against the wall and closed her eyes waiting for the tears. Her body shook violently with her sobs and she curled up into a ball in her bed and gradually fell asleep.
The next morning she woke with the sound of the door slamming jolting her awake.
'Fuck me' she sighed as she rubbed her eyes, all the crying had made her feel dizzy and sick.
She waited in bed for a few more minutes before getting up and walking over to her mirror. Yesterday's make-up was smeared all over her face as a result of her breakdown, she pulled out a baby-wipe from the packet and began to rub her face slowly, the coolness of the wipe helping her with her headache. She sighed and looked at herself directly in the mirror. Her face was pale and her eyes were red and puffy.
"Sort your life out mate, you're pathetic" she whispered and pointed at her reflection before getting up and going downstairs to make herself a brew and some shitty chicken nuggets.
End
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