SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.10: EVERYONE

Hello lovely readers. SO! DOWN TO THE NEWS! I'm sure most of you know, but for those who don't, Skins has been axed, for a lot of us including me this mean collapsing to a state of self-depression. Series 6 will finish airing and Series 7 next year will be a series of special episodes about the past 3 generations, so as exciting as that part sounds, it is very sad that there will be no more :( However! We still have another whole series of this fanfiction to go :D, so if you don't want Skins to end and want to experience Gen 4, you have come to the right place! Now sit back and enjoy chapter 2.


"Ok! Everyone! Shut up and listen!" shouted Tony, "Enough chat! Right, we haven't sorted out rooms, we have this entire corridor and two rooms round the side, each room can fit about 4 to 6 people, so sort yourselves out. No gender-split cabins! I don't want any of that, and I know some people in this class have the tendency to get involved in said activities with the same sex," the class burst out into a fit of giggles, "Come on you lot, your not 12, same rules apply, it's not on at all, I don't want to get fired after 1 year cause you lot can't control your hormones for one week, so go sort yourself out."

"Yeah! Lezzers!" hollered Kenan.

"Kenan, you can either shut up, or I'll go pay for a homeless man out there to share a room with you for a week."
Kenan's face dropped as all his mates started punching him in the shoulder, "Hey! Told!"
"Shotty top bunk!" shouted Dean.

"Like hell you do!" said Drew chasing in after him.

Tony sighed and turned around to Celia. "What room are we in?" she asked.

"612, up the end." Said Tony wheeling his bag along. He fumbled through his pockets till he got out the keys and opened it up to find a simple two-bedroom apartment.

Tony dropped his luggage at the side and walked about the place to inspect it. He walked into the bathroom and inspected the sink before furrowing his brow, "That's the thing about low quality hotels, they never provide you with like mini shampoo's and soaps and stuff, if I'm staying in a shitty quality hotel for a few nights I don't want to go buy a full bottle of shampoo."
"Soooo…!" said Celia, "Are you gonna tell me your plans?"
"And the air-conditioning! They always lock the fucking air-conditioning! We aren't gonna try and make igloo's in here, we aren't fucking Eskimos so just let us adjust it!"
"Tony!" said Celia, "Tell me what you have in mind."
Tony shrugged, "We went through the itinerary before we left."
"Noooo…" said Celia, "You know what I mean, the big drop, this holidays?"
"I've told you I'm not talking about it." Said Tony as he began to unpack his suitcase.

"Come on, you haven't said anything!" said Celia.

"Look, for now, I don't want people to know, so we are going to pretend like it doesn't exist, last thing I want is the kids finding out, it'll be the death of me."
Celia stood up from the couch with a grumpy face, "You make it sound like we're there parents."
A Childish voice came through the door, "Mummy… Daddy… I want a wollipop. "

Tony turned towards the door, "Dean, if you'd like I'll take you down the street, buy you a lollipop, then shove it right up your ass."
There was a short silence, "I'll just leave now," he said.

Tony turned around to Celia, "You see the trouble they'd cause if they found out? Sometimes I do feel like a parent."
"That's another thing," said Celia, "I'm really worried about that…"
"Don't worry," said Tony, "Once they reach 5 years of age, they basically look after themselves."
"No Tony, not fucking parenthood, I mean… this lot." Said Celia.

Tony frowned, "What's wrong with them? They're not in trouble."
"But they will be," said Celia, "You do know why they came don't you Tony?"
"I'd like to say for an educational enrichment, but I think we both no there's a big wrong buzzer that'll go off if I say it."
"Exactly," said Celia, "They've come here to finish their school year, by getting more fucked up then they've ever been."
"Bit strong, coming from you."
"I'm serious Tony!"

Tony rolled his eyes, "Come on Celia, these kids do it practically every day, I turned out fun, apart from you know getting fucked up by a bus, we'll just go over road safety once or twice and they'll be fine."
Celia glared at him, "Tony, did you learn nothing from the snow camp? This group is disastrous and it hasn't hit them yet, but it will, big time and it could put one of them in a lot of trouble, Claire was nearly in a life threatening situation on that snow camp, cause we let them get out of control, imagine how much worse it could be in one of the world's biggest cities at the end of a school year."
Tony stopped unpacking and leant up to look Celia in the face, "Celia, I trust that group, they may fuck up a lot and I know they do, but they are really amazing kids and I'll be able to help them out should they need it, and they trust me, so it's gonna be ok."
Celia shrugged her shoulders in a doubting way and turned to start unpacking, "Tony, you're a great teacher, but I think somebody needs to draw the line on your relationship with your students, they are not your best friends, and you aren't a kid anymore, you need to make sure you aren't trying to live out your old life through them."
Tony paused and pursed his lips together before sighing and exiting the room violently.


"This is ridiculous!" said Gemma as she slammed the fridge door shut, "what kind of hotel has an empty fucking mini-bar!"
"Low class Gemma, remember that?" said Hayley sitting at the desk fiddling with her camera.

"I've got a feeling it won't be a problem," said Kelly eyeing the door hole.

"You think it won't be a fucking problem?" said Gemma, "We've got no alcohol! I can't run a holiday on an empty tank, what kind of holiday is that?"
"One where you can value life and the other things in it?" said Claire.

Gemma shook her head, "The correct answer is a superbly shit one."
Claire sat up frowning, "You seriously can't just go one week without alcohol and spend it with me and the rest of us?"

"Guys…" said Kelly still peering through the door hole.
"I'm gonna spend it with you anyway!" said Gemma, "That's like the whole no having a go in the shower rule, if I'm having a shower, I'm gonna have fun time, I don't care who uses it afterwards."

"Considerate," said Claire with a smile.

"What do you want me to do then?" asked Gemma.

"SLUTS!" yelled Kelly, "SHUT UP! I said… it's not gonna be a problem, it's really not."
She swung open the door to reveal Dean standing at the door wearing a fake beard with the rest of the boys and bottles of beer. "Ho, ho, ho!" said Dean with a big smile, "I didn't classify Hayley and Claire under the ho category, just incase you were wondering who made the top 3."
"Oh wow…" said Kelly smacking him on the arm, "Thanks."
"You can't be angry at me," said Dean cockily, "I brought the fun juice!"
"Where'd you get it?" asked Gemma.

Dean pulled his beard off, "I'm not awfully sure, it was kind of just lying around in a dumpster and I took it, I think it's got a few fleas in it, but… it looked fun."
"No, the grog Santa Claus." Said Kelly with an irritated look.

"Oh… Drew just went to the bar downstairs and they served him, no fucking idea how, he just always pulls it off, it's like you're giving them invisible blowies."
"It's called a friendly personality, Dean," said Drew placing his bottles across the table, "If you treat people with respect, you'll get places in life."
Dean snorted, "Fuck that! We got the beer, that's what counts."
"Then enough fucking table talk!" said Gemma, "Gemma wants beer."
Dean blocked the way, "Uh-uh-uh! Better idea!"
"If the better idea is my foot in your groin, then I'm all for it," said Gemma.

"We are going to put all the beer in the mini-fridge, not only to make it nice and cold and refreshing, but! We save it for a much better situation on this trip, and we can use it well to get totally fucked!" said Dean as he started loading the bottles into the mini-fridge.

"Then what the fuck are we supposed to do now!" said Gemma, "Tell fucking camp stories!"
"Oh young ms. Rockett," Said Kelly placing a hand on Gemma's shoulder, "You underestimate us."
Kelly wheeled out her bag and unzipped the top pocket to reveal bags full of weed.

"Holy skunk," said Paulie.

"Oh my tits!" said Gemma, "Dawson, you fucking legend!"
Dean folded his arms, "You know Kelly, if you had a cock, and you wanted me to suck it, I would, you know."
"Is this your way of coming out of the closet?" asked Kelly.

"No, it's a sign of high regards." Said Dean.

"Coming from you," said Kelly, "I'm really not surprised."
"You can't smoke weed inside," said Hayley, "The smell will drift through the hallways, you'll get kicked out."
"Chill out, half the hotel is smoking inside," said Gemma.
Drew looked over at a distressed Hayley and threw the weed back in the bag, silently.

Kelly gave a confused look, "Really guys? Is this gonna happen?"
"Look they don't have to get involved in shit they don't want to do, Ok?" said Sam.

"Woah, calm your shit Blondie," said Kelly tauntingly, "Can we not have one week without a rod up our Asses and just spend it getting fucked?"
"Can we not spend one week without drugs?" Sam snapped back.

"What the fuck happened Blondie-clogs?" said Gemma with a spliff hanging out her mouth, "You used to do this all the time, now you're getting all pedantic about you, it's like some kind of infectious period is going around."
"Right then Gemma," said Sam angrily as she jumped down, "Pass me a fucking Skin then…" the others stood around staring at her, "Pass me a fucking Skin! Go on!" Dean reached over to his right and chucked her a spliff he had just rolled up.

Sam picked up the lighter from the front as she paced back and forth near the door trying to get it to light. "Come on, just work, you useless piece of shit."
She finally lit it and placed it in her mouth to let out a huge of billow of smoke as the others stared at her.

The door rattled and Celia opened it to see Sam with the spliff in her hand letting the smoke out throughout the room, as the others quickly moved theirs behind their backs..

"Miss O'Keefe!" said Celia.
Sam jumped right out of her skin like a freight train had just appeared to her right, "Shit! Ms. Rogers! Oh Fuck… I was… it's really not what it looks like, I know that sounds cliché, but I wasn't trying… I was just…"
"Samantha, come with me, right now." She said, she peered around the room, "Nobody else has one do they?"
Sam turned around to see their faces, but they all remained silent with their hands frozen behind their backs. Celia looked back at Sam, "You, with me." She said motioning her to follow.

The anger built up and then quickly froze in Sam as she followed Celia out the door.

"Nice one," said Claire to Gemma leaning against the wall, "Good on you." As she walked out the door to follow Sam.

Ken soon followed after her, leaving the rest of them standing in the room looking awkwardly at the door, and Gemma staring at the floor.


Did I tell you guys how I messed up my leg? I'm not all that sure what happened, I thought I just jumped off a block in Drama, but now I can't walk properly, it should get better, but who knows, anyway that's irrelevant! I have the weekend mostly free, so I should be able to get a bit of writing done, Chapter 3 up soon.