There it goes, our second chapter :) Enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Skins, but my mother gave me a weird mind and that's enough :)

2. ELIZABETH STONEM. EFF.

When she was young, the people used to call her Effy. She grew up and she didn't like that name anymore, because when she thought about it, some memories filled her mind and she felt lost.

Nothing in her life was a coincidence. When she saw 'Cherry' walking, she thanked God because she knew who she was and THAT was so useful. Cherry, hahaha, cool nickname, she thought. She could see it in her fucking eyes. She was a Fitch.

Elizabeth Stonem was a clever girl, as much as Emily. Obviously, they ended shagging in Eff's flat, because she liked the occasional company of a girl (not that she didn't like cocks, she did, fuck's sake, she always did and she always would). She liked to be in girl's arms for once or twice, and Emily knew what to do in a bed, OH yeah, she did.

They nailed each other and won a proper orgasm; because Emily wanted it and Eff thought that it was nice, being hurt and hurting at the same time. It was so easy. Emily lighted a fag without asking if she could or not smoke there because she always did what she wanted to do and Eff liked that, of course. Then, she thought in Katie Fucking Fitch. Poor tosser, beautiful tosser.

"So… Cherry, isn't it?" Emily nodded, finding her knickers and her bra in the floor and making herself comfortable in that new room. "For your hair, I guess."

"Something like that." Replied the redhead, without looking at her. Eff smiled because she knew that if she pushed Emily so far and so deep, she would lose that opportunity. She wouldn't, because she was clever.

Emily smoked without saying a word and then, she started to dress herself, lazily. "Where are you going?"

The little girl sighed. "Listen… ehm…"

Eff had to raise an eyebrow because obviously, Emily reminded her name but she was playing her cards and yeah, she wanted to fuck off so quickly. "Eff." So she replied.

"Okay, listen Eff, I don't do pyjama parties since I was 13, so…" and the brunette had to laugh there, because OH fuck, that little redhead was funny (unlike her sister, she thought).

Elizabeth grabbed a notepad and she wrote her number. In that moment, Emily raised an eyebrow because she thought that she was CLEAR about it, and Eff started to speak again. "Yeah, you don't do repeats and you don't care about this, I'm sure, but hey, 'Cherry', if I were you, I would save this. It's useful."

Emily laughed and her husky voice replied, impressed. "Nice speech. Why do you think that I will find your number 'useful'?" The littlest made finger quotes and Eff smirked.

"Trust me, YOU WILL."

Emily decided to grab the paper because she knew that in the deepest of that conversation, that girl, Eff, seemed to know something, and useful or not, that number wouldn't disturb her. She went outside the apartment and when she saw her motorbike, she sighed in relief. The night had been so fucking long.

On the other hand, Eff remained naked in her bed. The hand of Emily weren't caring or sweet, no, she had dangerous hands and she did it rough. Eff fucked her, sincerely, because Emily was the closest person she could link with Katie Fucking Fitch. She didn't want to regret it, but she always did. Not THAT night, obviously, but Eff knew that she was going to cry when she realized what she had done.

It wasn't too difficult to suppose that Emily was 'the famous twin'. They were so different, although, and Effy didn't know if she liked that or hated it.

Lazily, she grabbed her mobile phone and she dialed a number of someone important for her (because she wanted, and Emily and Eff had something in common: they did what she wanted when she wanted to).

"Guess who I met today."

And her friend laughed because Eff wasn't a very much talkative person, but she always managed to talk with her. Also, she never started their conversations with a 'hello' and it was funny. "Come on, bitch, go ahead and disappoint me." And then, Eff laughed because her friend was like that: baffling.

They met so many years ago, when Eff was still Effy. Naomi… was an activist cow that wanted to change the fucking world. They became friends because they didn't need to talk so much to understand each other and for both of them it was so helpful. Eff didn't talk, Naomi liked that.

Eff worked in a bank. It was nice, boring but nice, because she won the money she needed and also, she could know the money issues of almost all the people of San Francisco. Naomi was a copper. The best copper in the entire city, probably. They had a useful friendship, do you see?

"Emily Fucking Fitch."

"NO WAY!" They both laughed.

San Francisco National Bank, in the middle of the Financial District. Clay Street. There was where Elizabeth Stonem worked. Naomi worked on the SF. Police Department, in Bryant Street (near to the Yerba Buena Gardens). Anyway, they both lived close, so close. In the same neighborhood, in fact: Tenderloin. They loved it.

Eff met Naomi so randomly. A typical 'drunk people' situation and three months later, they were a good couple of friends. It wasn't a secret that Naomi fancied the brunette like crazy, in her firsts, but they grew up together and Naomi just passed it. They helped each other a lot and for Eff, Naomi was like a sister. Like the sibling she never had in Tony Stonem.

"Good in the sack, this girl, I tell you."

"Hahaha, fuckin' unbelievable. Are you going to fuck them all like a collection or something? They've another brother, I've heard…"

And Eff grinned because she loved her friend, of course she did. "Fuck you, Campbell."

"And fuck you right back, as always. Anyways, tell me! Is she a bitch like her sister?"

Katie Fitch and Naomi Campbell probably would never be friends again, but they used to be. With Eff too. They were like the Charlie's Angels in her times: Katie was studying the same as Effy and they were roommates.

Naomi entered in the Police's department a year after that, when she was 22. Having a friend like Katie Fucking Fitch was nice, well, Naomi never trusted her as Eff but that was obvious and it didn't matter so much, because the three of them, together, they just worked. And fucking yes, they did so much together: parties, boys, girls, so much fun…

Katie fucked off when Freddie asked her to marry him. She became a total different person and Naomi couldn't give a shit because she had Eff, but the brunette cared. In fact, she cared TOO MUCH (and she couldn't help but felt betrayed).

Maybe that's why Katie and Naomi weren't friends at all. Eff fancied Katie, Katie liked to be fancied. They ended shagging but Naomi wasn't jealous because when Eff needed to talk about something, she came to her.

"Nah… she's funny. It's been eventful."

Naomi laughed and shook her head. She was sitting in her kitchen and her girlfriend Mandy was sleeping in the bed. That girl… they got along so well and it was comfortable, so much comfortable, but did she love her? Probably not. Anyway, Mandy was nice enough to have around. "Tell me you don't think about fucking Katie's brain again, Eff."

"I don't know." Replied Eff grabbing a beer from her fridge. "Maybe?"

"Holy shit…"

Eff smiled when she listened the worry on her best friend's voice. She was the only person with right to care about her. "I'll be careful, I promise. See you around, cop." She smirked when she called Naomi like that, because the blonde didn't like it but fuck it, she was a copper and she had to live with that.

Anyway, she promised her best friend to be careful and she maybe would, but the malicious and suspicious grin that appeared in her face… fucking scary.

"HA-HA, so funny. See you soon, Stonem."

Eff rolled her eyes when she heard her last name and switched off her mobile phone.

What a fucking eventful night…

[…]

3. KATIE FITCH. KFF. MISS McCLAIR.

"Babe, I will be in L.A. for this weekend, do you mind?"

Obviously she minded. She minded because her marriage was a fake, shitty fake. When she nodded and felt her husband cold lips on her cheek, she gulped, but she smiled anyway.

At least, she had a fucking high-standing life, wasn't it enough?

It was and it wasn't. She missed her life because she won and lost it all at the same time. 'I'm wondering what slag is going to suck the dick of my husband this weekend…' she thought, feeling the nausea invading her body.

"Have fun, baby."

And when he grinned and replied "Of course I will" she scoffed because he couldn't be more obvious.

She enjoyed being a McClair, but sometimes it wasn't enough and some nights she wondered how was being the life of Effy Stonem and Naomi Campbell. She missed them like crazy.

She missed her sister, too, but Emily had disappeared and she learnt to live with it (or that was what she thought, at least, because when her brother called her and told her that he had seen HER, she couldn't help but feel so guilty).

She always felt guilty and probably she always would, but she hadn't so much space in her fucking life.

If she thought so much about it, her life would go to the shit another time.

Jenna was so proud of her (her mother), her brother was a good friend and she had Karen, her sister-in-law. She wished that she had Freddie but he was a wanker, so…

Frederick McClair, fuck's sake. She said yes to the marriage proposal thinking in everything but her. Leaving the shit hole where she was living, making proud her mother… at the end, she missed that hole because in that hole was living someone that she loved so fucking much.

She felt empty but she put her mask on and she acted like if all was OK in front of everybody, because she knew how to do it.

She fucked Freddie once or twice a month, too, but it was sex: meaningless. Katie Fucking Fitch was perfect for him because she never took so much and that was what he needed.

Brushing the shit under the carpet was their favorite sport. Calling each other 'baby'… Katie shook her head, smiling, because her life couldn't be more ridiculous, and she lighted a fag because she started to smoke to fight her anxiety.

Like if she wanted to die soon.

At least, that Saturday, she went to see Karen on the spa. It was something… she was older than her, 28 maybe, and she didn't marry any tosser because she was free and she just wanted to have fun. Katie envied her, obviously she did, and Karen knew that 'their perfect marriage' wasn't as perfect as they wanted to show.

She cried that night because since she knew that James had seen HER, she couldn't do anything more than cry.

Hours later she felt dirty because she masturbated herself in the bed and she was just laying there, thinking in Eff and the way they just were. She felt guilty for leaving her, but she had Naomi, she thought, and although she never liked the blonde so much, Naomi was good. She fucking knew.

She wanted to call her, because she felt weak and sick, and she wanted to run, but Eff wasn't going to help her. Eff hated her. Katie hated that.

The following day, when she was relaxing her body on the spa, she felt better. Yeah, she was Katie Fucking Fitch and she could control her life (and the little speeches she gave herself were like that).

Her sister-in-law sat by her side in a chair, with a towel entangled in her brown hair. Katie smiled and Karen just lighted a spliff, smiling.

"So fucking chill." Murmured Karen, closing her eyes. "How's going, Kay?"

Katie stole the little spliff and took a drag. She coughed, shit, that think was so strong. "Fuck, this is good."

Karen laughed, nodding. "Mexican, I think. My brother would kill me if he found that I've stolen his shit, but fuck him. Everything once, come on!"

Katie took another long drag and Karen laughed, so hard. "That's it, babes. Tonight we'll run a party in your lovely house, what do you think?"

The littlest just nodded.

"I will organize it, don't worry. No more posh dinners, the night is wild!" Karen stood up, grabbing the spliff and going away and Katie sighed. That was why she liked Karen, because she made her life more normal.

It was a fucking good sensation.

[…]

4. JAMES COOK. THE COOKIE MONSTER.

Sandy hair. A scar in her cheek and clear eyes (neither blue nor green). A fucking smile.

He walked through the streets with that grin on his face. He knew that at least more than hundred people wanted his head, but who cared? He was happy, well, he was drugged 24/7 but he was, in his way, happy.

When he grabbed her mobile phone and saw the message, he laughed so hard because yeah, he was James Cook, the fucking party man.

He whoolf and raised his fist, laughing, because he didn't mind if the people thought that he was crazy.

Maybe he was.

"LET'S GO FUCKING MENTAAAAAL!"

[...]

Katie throwing a party, Cook going mental...

Let's see what happens :D

#MARV.