I solemnly swear on my life that I am NOT abandoning my other two stories. This Is Where We Collide ends after I finish the chapter I am writing, I kind of am having a hard time letting it go, which is why I haven't updated. Sleepwalking is still in progress, I will be sure to write more.

However, I've re-watched all of Generations 1 and 2 for Skins. and I could NOT seriously get this idea out of my mind. So I wrote it down.

Mind you, I am from the United States. I hope my lack of knowing British terms 100% doesn't make any of you stray away.

So enjoy, I hope you enjoy this... like really hope.

I smiled as her fingers caressed my cheek. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end as the electricity from her touch surged through my body.

She traced every line of my face; the shape of my eyes, the contour of my lips, the dimple in my cheeks…

I never remember feeling so alive than I did with her. Was that absolute madness? That one person could make you feel like you were flying or falling? Or that one person could have such an impact on you, one you never thought possible. That was how it was for me.

I sighed contently, playing with strands of her hair, twirling them in my fingers.

She giggled softly before pressing a kiss to my forehead. She turned around as I wrapped my arms around her, watching her chest rise and fall to the steady rhythm of her breathing. My eyes were getting heavier by the minute, but I wanted nothing more than lay awake and hold her, watch her sleep, protect her.

"Naomi," I heard her whisper, "Naomi…" I shot up from my pillow, "Naomi, I love you."

"I love you, too." I breathed hopefully into the air.

"Naomi! NAOMI! NAOMI! Fuckin' wake up, you arse!" I heard my flat mate Effy call from behind my door. Fuck, it was a dream… but it felt so real… like she was here.

"FUCK OFF!" I barked, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in my bed.

That obviously was a shit idea because in storms Effy with her 'I will fucking off you in a second' face.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THIS MORNING?" She growled as she lit up a fag.

Everything, I wanted to say, I miss her. I want her back. Can you bring the dead back? Can you save her because I failed to? I was supposed to protect her, and now she's dead… What about my parents? Mum? Dad? Can you bring them back, too? Can you stop that car from knocking them off the road? Can you, Effy? Can you! I want my life back.

"Nothing." I lied.

"Bullshit." Effy scoffed, taking a long drag.

"You're sick of hearing about it, anyway. Why tell you?" I replied coldly.

"Fuckin' really, Naomi? You're my best friend, not to mention my flat mate. You don't keep secrets from me. WHAT IS EATING AT YOU, NAOMI?" Effy emphasized.

"You don't understand…" I started, "You weren't there…" My voice lowered at the last part of my sentence.

"What did you fucking say!" Effy warned.

You weren't there. You weren't there the night my whole life fell apart. You weren't there the night my girlfriend of 4 years died of a cocaine overdose.

"Speak up!" Effy yelled.

"You weren't there! You don't understand how it feels to have the love of your fucking life die in your arms!" I screamed back.

Effy threw the fag at the ground, stomping on it as she made her way over to me, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close to her face.

"You selfish twat!" She spat in my face, "You think just because I wasn't there, I didn't lose anything that night, too? I fucking lost my sister! MY BLOOD! How dare you say I don't fucking understand. I see perfectly clear. You're not the only one who's lost family, Naomi. So stop being a fucking selfish bitch and fucking get ready. We're going out. No if's and's or but's." She dropped the collar of my shirt and huffed out of my room.

Effy and I had these fights about once a month, for the past year. We've known each other since secondary school, went to college together, then proceeded onto Uni, where we are now. I had met her sister, Eryn, while in secondary school as well. In our second to last year of secondary, when I was 14 (going on 15), Eryn had revealed her feelings for me, as more than a friend… as a lover. The thought scared me at first, but I went with my gut instinct and started seeing her.

We were together for four years until one night at a party. Effy had gone off with some boy like she usually does (you know, flavour of the week) and Eryn and I were left with all of the kids taking MDMA. We would usually join right in and take the MDMA together, but we decided that we wanted to have a bit more fun.

We found a boy who was dealing the blow. Eryn had a bad reaction to the cocaine and started to fall in and out of consciousness. I freaked out, I didn't know what to do, so I brought her back to mine. She woke up high and started to touch my face. The last thing she ever said to me was that she loved me. Her eyes closed and never opened again.

That was a year ago. Effy never once blamed me for her death, although the boy who sold us the drugs had gone to the slammer for involuntary manslaughter.

We do, however, always have these petty fights when I have the dream again. I don't mean to wake up in a bad mood, but I just watch her die over and over again.

I heard a faint knock on my bedroom door.

"You ready yet, you twat?" Effy hollered from behind the door. I groaned and shuffled around my room, throwing my jeans on. I grabbed a grey cardigan from my floor and slid it on as I exited the room.

"Happy?" I asked as I ran into Effy in the hall.

"You look lovely. C'mon. We're going to get fuckin' pissed!" Effy exclaimed, grabbing my wrist.

"Effy, it's noon!" I whined as she dragged me out of the flat.

"Yeah, so?" I groaned loudly.

"Effy, I have that new class, today! I can't get pissed before Uni!" I argued, remembering that they transferred my Psychology class since I had a bit of an argument with the professor of last one. Effy stopped walking and turned to face me.

"Damn, I really wanted you to get fuckin' pissed. Well, tonight then, yeah?" Effy sighed before pulling me into the small coffee shop to our right.

"Yeah, sure." I replied hesitantly. "Are we going to be long, here? I have to start heading towards…" I stopped what I was saying as a petite red-headed girl walked past us and out the door, laughing with her friends. "… heading towards class." I finished, watching the girl turn around and smile at Effy and me through the window of the shop. "Effy, do you know her?"

"No, I don't. But if I fancied girls, I would so get to know her. Or the other one, with darker hair."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure she was a twin." Effy explained, "There was another girl who looked just like her with her. Just a bit taller and had more purple hair than red. Enough about me checking twins out… Naomi, you were so totally checking her out."

"I was not!" I retorted.

"You stopped what you were saying about getting to class to ogle at her." Effy chuckled. She turned around from me for a moment to order our coffees and then faced me again. "Can't blame you."

"I was notlooking at her." I stated.

"And I'm the Queen of England." Effy sarcastically said. Okay, maybe I was staring at her… a bit. "You haven't looked at anyone with that wide-eyed look since Eryn. I know you probably didn't want to hear that, but it's true."

"I… okay, fine. Maybe I was looking. But her hair is like Little Mermaid Red. How could I not pay attention to it?" I asked, thanking the barista as I grabbed my coffee from the counter. I took light sips as Effy and I walked out of the shop.

"Never mind her hair color. You think she's cute."

"Well… she was."

"HA! Gotcha! Well, this has been fun. Would have been more fun if you were pissed, but you're not. You still promise you will be tonight, though? I was thinking 'bout throwing a party. Panda may come, who knows, maybe while you're in class, I'll bump into Twin 1 and Twin 2." Effy joked.

"Not funny… but since you woke me up so rudely this morning, you're walking me to school."

I sat anxiously at my desk, tapping my fingers against the wood. This was the worst idea I had, coming to class today at least.. Since Effy dragged me out of the flat right after I woke up, I had nothing I could use for notes. Also, I was probably one of the first students in the classroom so I've been sitting here for countless minutes, waiting for more to arrive.

To Effy: I fucking hate you, twat. I look stupid sitting here with nothing!

From Effy: Don't be such a wanker, Naomi. You forgot you had class

I sighed softly, I guess she was right, sort of. Actually, it wasn't my fault. She dragged me out of the flat and my bedroom. At least I didn't have my English class today. I would have forgotten all of my coursework.

To Effy: You're the wanker, you fuckin' dragged me out of the flat. It's completely your fault.

"NO KATIE! No, I don't want to go to a party at some girl's flat who I've never met." I heard a voice scream over the phone, "I don't care if she has drugs or booze. Katie, no. I don't care if she has a lesbian as a flat mate either! Katie, just because I play for that team doesn't mean I'm interested in every girl who's gay!"

Lesbian flat mate? Gay? What? I turned my head to the left to see that same girl I had seen at the coffee shop enter the classroom. You've got to be joking.

"Katie, we'll talk later. I just got to class. Okay, I will think about it." She groaned and threw her phone into her bag, making her way towards me. I quickly looked away to make it seem like I wasn't completely staring at her. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me… you're kind of in my seat."

I turned my head back around to see the red-head standing over me. "Oh… sorry." I said as I stood up and looked around the class room for somewhere else to sit.

"You can sit at my table. I didn't mean to… sound so rude." The girl replied. I nodded as I scooted over to the other side of the table. "Are you new?" I stared at her as she talked to me. "I mean… damn. You seem… I just… I've never seen you before."

I laughed softly at her nervousness. "I am." I looked at the table and traced the lines. "I just transferred to this class. I had a quarrel with that psychology teacher Angie, so the headmaster transferred me classes. This is my first day… kind of forgot about it, though."

"I heard that teacher was kind of rude to anyone who didn't have a prick." She laughed.

"Actually, she got embarrassed by the fact that I mentioned my flat mate's brother had seen her tits. She then proceeded to argue with me on the fact that it wasn't her fault. You know, typical 'denying the accusation' thing. I just thought it was funny." I sighed as I sunk in my chair a bit.

"Sounds funny." The red-headed girl said, "I'm Emily." She extended her hand out to meet mine. "Emily Fitch."

Shall I continue?