Hi everyone, I'm new to the site as far as writing FanFic goes, but I have been reading Skins fanfic for a while and it has inspired me to write this story. This chapter is extremely short I know, but It was a good cut-off point and I wanted to see what you guys think before I continue with it. I don't know if it's any good or not...
BIG shoutout to HyperFitched aka Hypes for being my inspiration in writing this. I was never a big fan of Keffy until I read I Hold A Force I Can't Contain and the 99 Problems. Also, I Hope you don't mind my using your 'Fabulous Fucking Fitch Twins' xx Jordanpie
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Skins! I just love the characters too much to let their stories end.
Home Is Whenever I'm With You
Chapter 1: Tornado Of Lust
Effy
"I'm home. Effy are you here?"
I heard the door swing shut and the sweet sound of heels as they clacked against the wooden floor. "In here." I said. The sound barely rose above a whisper. It had been the first thing I'd said all day, though by then it had to have been almost 3 in the afternoon. I cleared my throat softly and went at it again, "In here."
She stalked into the room, bundled in a stylish fake fur coat and tight black pants that curved in all the right places. "It's fucking freezing out there." She quickly stripped off the coat and turned, walking over to the coat rack at the back of the large, open living area. My eyes followed her as she strutted away from me. I couldn't stop myself from letting my eyes travel up and down her body, taking in every curve, every last perfect imperfection, every... No, I shook my head. Stop perving Effy. She took your fucked up nutcase self in. Don't go there, you can't fuck this up.
I had met Katie in a club just a month before. She was there with her sister Emily. The Fabulous Fucking Fitch Twins as they are known. There's Emily, the gorgeous redhead whose strong willed confidence and lesbian charm have loads of fit girls lining up to drop their knickers. Then there's Katie, whose stunning beauty is matched only by her fiery personality. To the world she seemed like the girl with all the confidence in the world, the girl you wouldn't dare cross, the prime example of a person whose bite is definitely worse than her bark. I saw through the facade. One look at her and I could see, all the glitz and glamour was a front. Behind that seductive fire was someone who always had to be in control, so that no one would see the scared little girl hiding beneath the surface.
I had come to this club for the same reason, to feel the power, to be in control. As I'd done countless amounts of clubs before, I'd dance around completely munted, luring them into my twisted little game. Half the time I wouldn't even remember my lovers names, or faces. Just the vague memory of shagging along with the familiar feelings of a come down and the itch for more drugs to numb myself with.
That night had started like all the others. I showed up at the club having already downed half a bottle of vodka and smoked a spliff. I imeddiately made my way over to the bar and sat down, calling the bartender over. I was about to order myself a drink when something caught my eye, the sight of two well fit, petite girls dancing around eachother in a seductive game of cat and mouse. Twin cats with the drunken masses at their feet. For the first time I found myself drawn in, wanting to be a part of someone elses game. I slinked over and started to maneuver my way around the crowd, watching as a few people would dance around the twins, one of them eventually working up the courage to move in closer. Before long the people could tell they weren't getting anywhere and would shrink back into the crowd, or the twins would dance around eachother, like a tornado of lust. I worked my way in, dancing stratigically around the mass of hopeless souls all hoping to get their 15 minutes of fame with the Fabulous Fitches.
Eventually I found myself just a foor away from the beautiful tornado and wanted to get sucked in. I took a deep breath and plunged into it. I could feel my senses heighten as I fed on their seduction and the longing of the people dancing around me, all wanting to be me right now. I got lost in a high like no other, not one of artificial stimulants, but one that came from just being close to these two god-like creatures. It was a powerful drug and I wanted more. I slid in closer to the nearest twin and put my hands on her hips. She went with it, moving in closer and dancing along with me. What I did next... Blame it on the drugs or booze, the fabulous Fitch seduction, or the fact that this girl was breath-takingly beautiful and I couldn't help myself. She turned around, my hands still on her hips, and continued dancing, our bodies almost completely pressed against eachother. I looked around to find masses of fit guys, and girls, jaws drop as they moved a couple steps closer, hoping to get a chance next. I smirked, took one hand off of her hip and brought it down on her leg, sliding it upward until it was perfectly centered on her ass.
Wrong move Eff.
Next thing I knew I was on the floor of the club, curled up in a ball, my hand lightly touching the spot where the twin had smacked me, and well fucking hard too.I wanted to say something, to defend myself, but all I could do was watch as the helpless little girl I had seen before disappeared and was replaced by a brilliant, white hot fire that grew with every venom-filled word she spat at me.
"Are you fucking crazy? Just because I was dancing with you it doesn't give you the right to feel me up! Jesus Fucking Christ I'm not like the fucking Lezinator over here." she shouted, pointing at her sister. "I'm Katie Fucking Fitch! Who the fuck are you?"
I just stared in wonder at the marvelous sight before me. This girl burned with an intensity unlike any I had seen before. It washed over me, mesmerizing me and drawing me in. Then suddenly everything changed. Everything when black and I watched in horror as the brilliant light that was Katie Fitch shifted into a void of darkness that threatened to suck me in. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. All I could do was stay there, trapped in my delusion, suffocated in my fear. Just when I thought I was going to lose touch, I hear a voice in my ear. "Whoa I... I didn't mean to... Are... Are you okay?"
A light broke through the darkness, slowly becoming stronger and brighter. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the sweet, concerned face of a purple haired goddess, bathed in a light so bright I thought I would burn in it, Katie Fucking Fitch, my goddess.
