A/N: First time writing a story on fanfiction, just giving it a go and see if it'll work out. I'm not British so I might not get the language right, do correct me if so. (I'm Asian by the way, Singaporean to be accurate. Hardly see any Asian writers in this fanfic.) Sooooo... just tell me what you think about it? Please and thank you!

Disclaimer: Nope, do not own Skins.

Prelude

There was an undeniable bounce in her step and a gigantic smile on her face as she was walking to the bus station after the Film Awards have ended. She took out her mobile phone to check the pictures she have captured during the ceremony hoping that there will be at least a few good ones. To her disappointment, almost all the pictures were blurred up.

"Bollocks, some shit photography skills I have" she scolded.

A few more steps in and a smile crept onto her face again. 'At least I managed to shake her hand just now, not sure if I'll be washing it tonight' she thought to herself. The thought that she spent her birthday in the same room with the women of her fascination definitely made it the best present she had in years and she reminded herself to thank her brother again when she gets home.

Then, a loud screech from behind brought her out of her musings and she turned just in time to see a silver coloured car swerving towards her. She started to panic and was rooted to the spot, looking on with wide eyes as the ominous white light approached closer. Seconds passed slowly as her body started to act on its own accord; she crouched down, holding her hands up to provide some form of protection for her head and screamed out loud.

Just when she thought that her birthday was going to be marked as her death anniversary, the car turned and pulled to a stop in front of her. She fell onto her butt, toppling the rubbish bins behind her and took in a few deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart.

A few seconds later, she looked up towards the passenger side of the car and heard a sweet husky voice with a hint of shock in them asking her to get into the driver's seat. When she still remained on the ground, the same instruction came from the passenger again only this time more insistent and with a sense of urgency. She made her way to the other side of the car, sat down and started to process what had happened.

She noted that the presence of the driver was no longer there when she got into the car. Before she managed to put a word in, the female passenger broke the silence. "I need you to pretend that you were the one driving, okay?" she pleaded. "I don't have time to explain but please, just for the next 5 minutes".

Just when she was going to ask what was going on, a sound came from the roof of the car and the door was yanked open. The man surveyed the entire car then laid his eyes on her and finally to the passenger. "Where the fuck is she?!" he yelled with a sneer on his face. "Answer me, Emily Fitch! Where the fuck is Mandy?!" he repeated while moving back and looking around for this Mandy person, hoping to spot her somewhere.

Maybe due to the shock or the ridiculous beach hat at this time of the night, she turned at breakneck speed and for the first time after being in the driver's seat realised that it was British's finest female actress, top model and her fascination during the Film Awards, Emily Fitch.

"Fuck me…" Naomi muttered.