Author's Note - Not really sure what all to put here besides the fact that this is my first Skins fanfic and that its been a long time since I've actually written anything.

Disclaimer; I don't own Skins and whatever else your suppose to put here.

P.S. I give a heads up when the rating really goes to a M or NC - 17...

Chapter One - The Shape of Things to Come

This was not how life was suppose to happen. If you asked the 18 year old me how I thought my life would pan out, I would have said that Emily and I would have our own flat, great careers and mind blowing sex every night of the fucking week. Not this, not me sharing a two bedroom flat with my best mate.

The only person from Roundview I fucking talked to nowadays.

Cook and I had grown together as people. We began to learn lots from each other. Cook grew up to be a good guy, a shit disturbed nonetheless but that was in his blood. He was the kind of guy people could count on. He was more so the guy that didn't pressure no body and just lived his life to the fullest, making the most of the opportunities that rose.

He taught me how to follow my heart and not give a fuck what those around me thought. I needed to learn to come to terms with who I was and who I wanted to be. More so what I wanted out of this obscure thing people call 'life.' And oddly enough, James Fucking Cook was the answer to helping figure this shit out. Cook is the best mate a person could ask for.

Cook had come home with the mail in his hands. It had become a routine thing. He always thought it made him look more grown up, more normal. He tossed the bills on the marble counter before coming and sitting down beside me with a lager.

"Whatta you fink this is?" Cook said handing me an envelope addressed to me. The return address was unfamiliar.

What ever the envelope contained had a bit of girth to it.

"Probably some bollock greeting card for being amazing fucking neighbours." I gave him my best joking smile I could summon up. His devilish grin returned it.

We both knew that wasn't the case. Being as grown up as we were, we still had, how do I put this, quite a bit of memorable ragers in this two bedroom.

My eyes scanned the front of the card again. The handwriting registered. The perfect penmanship and the little hearts above the several 'i's. My fingers instantly slide ripping the envelope open.

"A bit impatient are we?" Cook still grinning ear-to-ear and downing as much of his lager he could fit in his mouth.

"Its from Katie you wanker." I looked at the card and my voice caught in my throat. It had been four years since I had last seen her, why the fuck would she be sending me this. "Fuck shitte."

"Naomkins, you gotta give more then just that." I caught Cook glancing over at my hands trying to get a better visual of what the fuck was in the envelope.

"A Fitch is getting hitched." Cook busted out laughing at his rhyme. Mr. Fitch flooded my head but quickly pushed aside by a beautiful red head.

I attempted to move my legs together in hopes of moving from the couch. I failed which just pissed me off. Why the fuck was I being invited to Kate's wedding.

A smile crept on my face at the thought that it wasn't Katie inviting me to her wedding, that it was her sister. It was always her sister getting others to invite me places, why would the purple haired Fitch's wedding be any different?

My heart sunk a bit in my chest. This was ridiculous. I couldn't go. It was not a legit possibility.

"Emily," Cook looked over to me. Suddenly I had the nasty feeling my emotions were bearing on my face. It had become the unspoken rule to never mention Roundview or the years spent there. A lot of shit happened. A lot of shit happened to both Cook and I and we weren't those people anymore. "You have to go. You've been a miserable twat every since."

I finally turned my head enough to look at his face. I thought that I had done bloody well over the last four years.

It is fucking hard to get over a break up. Especially one that you never saw coming. "Fucking Christ. For that reason alone I shouldn't go." I got up and headed for my bedroom. "Just maybe encase you forgot, she left me." I need my own thoughts. Thoughts that weren't gonna be influenced by someone else.

The cold beads of water bounced off my body just as quickly as they poured from the shower head. My blonde hair stuck to the back of my neck, until I ran my hands threw my hair with shampoo allowing as much of it to stand straight up.

Emily and I were flying back from Mexico, after taking the year off before Uni like we had intended. Thoughts about her and I cramped into the small airplane bathroom crept into my head with every glance in the direction of it. She was going on about how much she had missed Katie and her Dad, how she hadn't seen them in ages to an elderly woman in the seat next to us.

My left hand reached out for her right and gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze as the plane jolted a bit when the wheels hit the tar mat and her face went pale. "You're so cute." I kissed her forehead. And the lady she talked to turned away sharply.

"Yeah so when we land Mum wants me to go straight home with Katie after we drop you off. She gave Katie instructions," Emily made eye contact with me. "Katie said Mum told her not to even let me out of the car when we drop you off, she thinks we can't control ourselves and doesn't want anymore time 'wasted' until she sees me." I gave her the most genuine smile I could. "I guess the cow missed me or something." She was grinning ear to ear like she did when she was proud of an insult.

"You're gonna be at the pub later right? Its Cook's…."

"Naomkins, hate to rush ya masturbation with the showerhead but Cookies gotta wiz." Cook banged against the bathroom door. "You seemed to have locked it this time love and you yelled at me last time when I did it in the kitchen sink."

"Bloody hell," The towel was warm against my cold naked body. "All yours be sure to flush afterwards." My cheeks hurt a bit from the cheeky grin I shot him.

The trip to my bedroom was short and I allowed the towel to fall off as soon as I heard the door click shut. My alarm on my phone went off and I jumped on to my bed to turn off the annoying fucking sound. "Fucking fuck." I sighed heavily. My hand reached for the crème invitation for the eighth time this morning.

'You and one guest are invited to Ms. Katie Fitch's an…' My eyes finished reading the card. What the fuck was I going to do. If I went, I would no doubt see Emily. If I didn't I would be the biggest fucking minger out there.

Emily had left me at my mum's house just like her mum had wanted. It was awkwardly weird without her at my side. I had immediately gone upstairs to have a shower to help with the empty void. For three months we never left each other's side.

I had texted her to see when she was going to the pub. I didn't want to be the first one there. It was more of a welcome back party then a 19th birthday party for Cook. Before we had left Cook had really fucked himself over a bit, but we all hung out with him especially after he discovered Freddie's bloody clothing and having to fight off a fucking psycho psychiatrist. Go figure that one.

[I'm heading to the pub at 8, miss your face already xxxNaoms] I sent her a text in hopes that I would get one in return.

I showed up at 8 and Cook already had a good buzz on. "Naomkins, thanks for coming back. Trip good, yeah? Tequila for the Mrs. And Me Christina!' Cook had his arm up in the air beckoning the bartender.

"Cook where is everybody? You didn't manage to get yourself in more fucking trouble, have you?" I downed the tequila shot back, three months in Mexico it was like water.

"They'll be here, Can't miss the Cookie Monster's birthday party can they?" He smiled to himself as he downed the lager that sat in front of him. "Plus they all missed Emily and you…Katie couldn't shut the fuck up after you bought your tickets home."

[Come rescue me, Cook's plastered xxxNaoms] Third text has to be the charm right?

I picked the towel up off the floor and walked out my bedroom door.

"Cook get your suit to the launderette, were going to a fucking wedding." I couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

"That a girl Naomkins!"

Thoughts? Bare with me as I try and getting my footing back. -M2M