HEY YOUUU! This is my post-midnight madness, yup.

Anyway, I couldn't help but post this, because really, Cook and Eff's scene has been one of the most hilarious things I had to write in, I think, all my life (the scene isn't as funny as it seems, but for me was LMFAO).

I'm not going to bore you, ha, chapter 4 is on air!

Thanks for the lovely reviews, and give the story an opportunity. I know that this will be grow on you in the following chapters, because there's so many changes that you'll like, I promise :)

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, we don't own Skins :(

6. THOMAS TOMONE. TOMMO.

He carried three H&M bags in his hands. Emily walked by his side, smoking and mostly saying nothing. She liked the silence.

Thomas wanted to know, obviously that he wanted, because when he saw the twins, he knew it, but Emily wasn't a so much talkative person and he just let her be. He could cope with that silence, because he liked the redhead's company. She was a good friend.

"Fuck, I've never been on a date before." He said, trying to break that silence.

Emily smiled because it was so good to her, have some distraction on her head. "Bouquet of red roses and a nice restaurant, man. It has always worked."

"Did you do it?"

She shook her head. "Do I seem the kind of girl who does dates, Tommo? I've learnt it watching crappy TV shows."

The boy nodded and they arrived to Emily's motorbike, on the car park.

They had a kind of salute that include shaking hands, high-fiving and pressing thumbs to each other, like an american crew of 'niggas', because they thought that it was... cool? Emily used to have fun with him, that was true. They made it (the salute) and Emily smiled. "Text me tomorrow if you get a shag, man."

And he laughed hard. He really loved her attitude. "I fucking will, Cherry."

[...]

2. ELIZABETH STONEM. EFF.

"Mr. McClair, what a surprise... come in, come in!"

Fucking Monday in San Francisco city.

She hated Doug, her bank's partner, because he took so much and she loved the silence.

Anyway, that morning she turned around to see HIM, walking with a smile on her face. She decided that she hated him since the first time she saw his face, because he had HER.

And her was hers and in her heart, always would, so she just stared at her PC screen, yawning because she was tired. She didn't like her job so much, but she just did 5 hours a day (with free weekends) and the payment was just awesome, so she holded it with a fake smile to all the wankers that came to talk about their money. She rolled her eyes, because Mr. McClair stood in her door and she put the mask on and stood up to open the door, smiling.

"I thought that my partner was attending you, Mr. McClair." She said, smiling.

He laughed and she felt sick because that laught couldn't do happy her Katie. "OH, don't worry, ehm... Stonem, right?"

She nodded. "Elizabeth Stonem. How can I help you, Mr.?"

"Please, call me Frederick."

'In your dreams, tosser.' She thought and she sat down, looking at him. He started to talk about a new account on the bank and some shitty things that Eff nodded because, well, he was a good client and she just faked the situation.

She could do that, could she?

"Well, your money will be always safe here, Mr. McClair."

Fucking clichéd sentence, but it had always worked.

He laughed and nodded and Eff felt it again. He was repulsive, and cold, and he had the right to fuck HER Katie and she felt her blood boiling.

"Yeah, it will. Anyway, what about if we celebrate this new successful negotiation with a good glass of wine?"

As she thought, repulsive to death. He cheated on her, totally obvious, and she gulped hard, her hands sweating, because she wanted to punch him on the face and she couldn't. "I'm sorry but I have to decline your offer, Mr. I am working."

He shrugged his shoulders, laughing and stood up, offering a handshake. "See you soon, honey." And when he kissed her hand she just squeezed because fuck him, it was horrible and she wanted to see Katie so bad.

Nothing changed. In three years she tried, tried so hard and Katie pushed her off several times. Always did.

'Fuck Katie, she has now the fucking cheater she deserved.' And she thought it but she shook her head because she didn't want to think about her in that way.

Katie Fitch was all good for her, in spite of Naomi thoughts.

The day went by and she just worked in her monotone way, as always, welcoming new clients and being nice with the older ones. She looked at her watch, knowing that it was time to go home, and she smiled, because she had a date with a good film and a couple of bottles of wine with her best friend.

"HANDS UP EVERYBODY!"

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son,

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

Hit me!

She looked throught the glass of her office and saw two men, standing on the door with two guns and a balaclava on their faces. Fuck...

"OK! COLLABORATE AND I WON'T HURT ANYBODY! MY FRIEND, THERE, HAS A BAG ON HIS FUCKING BACK AND I WANT IT FILLED BY GREENS IN LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES. YOU!"

He pointed to Doug, a partner of Eff that looked scared and he looked at the two thiefs.

"YOU'LL HELP ME. P." He said, pointing to the another boy who had a balaclava on his face. "GRAB ALL THE PHONES AND IF SOMEONE DOESN'T COLLABORATE, PULL THE TRIGGER TO THE KNEES. GO!"

The man grabbed Doug from the waist and walked with him throught the place. Doug opened a door and she listened the thief laught, saying something like 'fucking ace...'

"You. Your mobile phone, now."

She handed him the tool and sighed. Fucking wankers, they were doing it well. He put my mobile on a box and then, they listened the police sirens on the street.

"FUCK!" He said, putting the gun on Eff's head. "Shhht, I won't hurt you, I promise, OK? Come on."

She closed her eyes, freezing, because she knew that now she was in danger. She prayed for Naomi to be there, but she remembered that she worked last night so probably her best friend was sleeping in her comfy bed.

"P, LET'S GO!"

The two boys grabbed Eff, pressing the guns on her face. She remained closing her eyes and when they reached the street, Eff listened the police talking. She tried to find her friend and she didn't. Naomi was nowhere.

"IF YOU SHOOT US, YOU'LL KILL HER!"

And Eff saw that situations on the TV so many times and she knew that the police wouldn't shoot because they were two. And a boy put her on the back of the car and the another entered with her.

The older boy started to drive and they laughed. Eff just looked trought the window.

"So fucking close..." murmured the driver.

"What do we have?" Asked the guy sitting by Eff's side.

"200.000, at least. Woooo! The police's following us, man, let's have some fun!"

And they both laughed and Eff's remained scared in her side, just hoping for Naomi's help.

[...]

4. JAMES COOK. THE COOKIE MONSTER.

"Tonight I'm going to fuck a proper bitch and probably catch a STI with that money."

Cook smirked, looking at the mirror of his car to see Eff sitting, scared.

"Baaaabes. We're all good, I swear you. Where do you wanna go?"

He grabbed with violence the wheel of his car and started to run throught the streets of San Francisco. "It seems that she doesn't trust you, Monster." The another boy said, laughing.

"I don't even trust myself, P."

Paddy. Patrick Cook. His little brother. He was 19 and Cook was 27 and they did what they did because they had fun, or that's what it seemed.

They both laughed and Eff look throught the window again. They ended losing the police and Cook stopped the car in an empty street. He sighed. "Well, beautiful princess, the ride is over. It's been a fucking pleasure but the knights must go on." Paddy gave her the mobile phone and opened the door and Eff went outside without even looking.

The car started to went away another time and Eff sat on the pavement, shaking.

Cook throught the balaclava to the street and started to laugh when Paddy sat by his side. "The most beautiful hostage we've had."

Paddy rubbed his shoulder. "Let's go, man. I want a beer."

And he grinned, because he loved that fucking young guy. "That's my fucking brother!"

[...]

1. EMILY FITCH. CHERRY.

In the life of whoever's, a simple Monday could be boring, but not for Emily Fitch.

She loved the sea because it meant freedom to her, and she smiled drinking a beer because she loved to be in silence, by herself. Her mind ran fast, as always, and althought she didn't want to think in her sister, she couldn't help it.

'Fuck Katie.', she laughed thinking in that Saturday's party and she shook her head.

Suddenly, her phone started to buzz.

Pandora, fucking lioness on the bed, haha ;D See ya, Cherry, and thanks so much! Tommo."

Obviously, she laughed.

San Francisco was an eventful city.

[...]

5. NAOMI CAMPBELL. NAI. THE COPPER.

"FUCK'S SAKE!" She shouted when she arrived to the police office. Everybody looked at her.

"Campbell."

She looked angry. "Don't 'Campbell' me, my fucking best friend has been a fucking hostage and you are being throwing silly questions to her two hours!"

JJ grabbed her waist and accompanied her to the room. "Let's go, Naomi, she's here."

And when she entered, Eff sighed and she hugged her. She wanted to push the fucking ghosts out of her head.

Katie could do that. She never could.

Anyway, she murmured on her ear. "Shhht, I'm here Eff, everything is OK..."

"Thank God." Said Effy, losing herself on her best friend arms.

"Did they hurt you? Because I swear that..."

"Nai, I'm OK." Eff said, more relaxed than before.

Naomi sighed and grabbed the shoulders of her friend. "We'll catch this fucking tossers, all right?" Effy nodded. "Let's go home." And Naomi grabbed her waist and Eff closed her eyes because what a scary day, she thought, and when they arrived to Eff's flat, they laid on her couch, in silence.

[...]

7. FREDERICK McCLAIR. FREDDIE. MISTER McCLAIR.

He smiled, litting a fag, when she saw the bag on the floor. They were in the mountain, and Frederick opened the bag, seeing the ammount of money. A guy, standing next to him, smiled too. "Nice." He said, impressed.

"And easy." Replied the other guy.

Freddie laughed. "They will finally learn who rules this fucking city."

"OH, they will, Frederick, but don't forget who does the dirty work here. Now I have to go."

Frederick nodded, shaking the hand of his 'friend'. "It's been a pleasure working with you, Monster. I'll call you."

"I'll be waiting, Mister." Cook said, entering in his car.

Freddie entered on his Porsche too and started to drive. Next stop: his house. And his beautiful wife.

She grinned, because Katie Fitch was hot, fucking hot, but he didn't care. He just wanted her like a fucking business and that was all.

In fact, he liked that Stonem girl. He bitted her lip, laughing, and shook his head. He would shag her because everybody wanted to shag him. Because he was Frederick McClair, the fucking 'Prince' of San Francisco.

He loved it.

[...]

2. ELIZABETH STONEM. EFF.

"I've seen her." Eff closed her eyes, gulping, because she knew what Naomi meant. She shook her head. "She was throwing a party, Saturday night, did you know that she was living on fucking Lincoln Boulevard? Unbelievable..."

Naomi litted a fag and let the smoke run throught her lungs, relaxed. The day was like a nightmare but she felt better, with Eff by her side, safe and sound.

"Did she look nice?"

Naomi smiled. "Posh, as always, but yep, I guess so." She said, remarking the 'p' with her lips. "Emily was there, too."

Eff rolled her eyes. "Family party?"

"Nah..." Naomi shook her head. "If you would have seen the look on Emily's face..."

Eff asked. "Angry?"

"Rather shattering."

Eff nodded, impressed. "It seems that Katie hasn't fix her shit."

Naomi smiled. "She's Katie Fucking Fitch, don't you remember? She doesn't do fixing." And Eff sighed because her best friend was truth and it was paintful, for her.

[...]

They drank, together, and they layed on the bed, grinning.

"I should be going, Eff."

Eff shook her head. "Going away my arse! You'll stay here and Mandy can eat me a foot if she thinks that she deserves more time with you than I."

"Amen." Replied Naomi, laughing.

Effy looked at her and smiled.

"I think I'm going to end things with Mandy." The brunette raised an eyebrow, waiting her friend to ellaborate that sentence. Naomi sighed. "You don't like her, my mother doesn't like her..."

"Do you like her, don't you?" Naomi nodded. "But you don't love her." And nodded again. "You should end it soon."

"As if it were easy."

Eff rester her head on her elbow and smiled to her best friend. "It's easier than you think, and besides... I'll be there for you."

Naomi smiled a thought 'as always', because Eff never failed her, and she felt better.

[...]

3. KATIE FITCH. KFF. MISS McCLAIR.

When she listened the door opening, she sighed. It was the first time in years that she really needed her husband there, by her side.

At least, they were civil to each other and Frederick was a nice man. It would be worse. She cleaned her own tears and her husband kissed her forehead, going to the bedroom.

Minutes passed and Katie filled herself a glass of wine because her life was falling, and she knew.

She fucking new.

Frederick appeared on the living a while after and he looked at his wife, with a raised eyebrow. "Are you OK, Katie?"

And she shook her head and started to cry hard. Freddie walked towards her and sat on the couch, grabbing her hand. "Babe, what's going on?"

"Em... Emily. She was there, saturday..."

Freddie sighed, hugging her wife, that continued crying on his shoulders. When she relaxed a little, McClair passed his cold thumb for the cheek of Katie, cleaning a tear.

"Do you want me to find her, Katie?"

And Katie nodded, without looking at him. She couldn't say her name properly without crying, fuck's sake!

Frederick grabbed her hand and they went to their bedroom. They had sex, well, Freddie had sex, Katie just faked it. And Freddie kissed her shoulder, later, and he slept. And he snored and she couldn't do nothing more than cuddle herself as a ball and cry again.

Another more night.

[...]

7. FREDERICK McCLAIR. FREDDIE. MISTER McCLAIR.

The first thing he did by that Tuesday morning was grab his private mobile phone and dialled a number. When he listened a chuckle he smiled, because everybody would find James Cook scaring, but he was a McClair. Fearless. "Are you missing me, mister?"

Frederick gulped and litted a fag, feeling the wind running throught his balcony and smiled. "I need you for something. Maybe with this, you'll prove me that you are the proper man I'm looking for."

Cook laughed. "I'm the BEST, but well, ask me whatever."

"Find Emily Fitch. Don't do anything to her, I just want to know everything about her, where is she living, what is she doing here..."

Cook laughed harder because she liked that. She wanted to see her another time. "Nice."

"The next week you..."

"Hey, hey..." Cook cutted him. "I just need three days."

And Freddie smiled and nodded, just when she felt her wife lips resting on her back. "Call me when you had something." He hanged out the call and Katie passed her arms by his waist.

He smiled, closing his eyes and smoking, because he had all.

[...]

1. EMILY FITCH. CHERRY.

She opened her eyes and the light was soft, so she handed her mobile phone to see the hour.

16:20 PM. Tuesday in San Francisco.

She stood up and murmuring a 'fuck's sake' she went to the bathroom. She needed a shower, she had a fucking terrible hangover because since she saw Katie, she couldn't do anything more than drink. The cold water was waking her up and when she put her clothes on, she felt incredibly better.

Her stomach rumbled with force, she didn't eat anything serious in probably 48 hours, so she grabbed some money and she decided to be a normal citizen and eat something.

She grabbed her motel's room keys and went outside, and then, she felt it again.

Those fucking icy blue eyes were a torture.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

And Naomi turned around and saw her, and OH, fuck Mandy and their date because Emily Fitch looked devastating beautiful. "Easy there, are you the owner of this city and no one have said it to me? I'm waiting for... someone."

Naomi didn't want to reveal her girlfriend because she was obviously infatuated by the little redhead, but when the motel's entry opened again and she saw Mandy walking towards her, she just thought 'SHIT'.

"Baby!" And Mandy kissed her because she could and Emily raised an eyebrow, clearing her throat. The blonde blushed because it was the kind of situation she wanted to avoid in front of Emily, but well, she obviously couldn't. Emily just turned around and started to walk with a grin on her face because the situation was fucking hilarious, in fact, and the way Campbell blushed... she wasn't a PDA person, definitely.

"Emily..."

And she replied, smiling. "See you around, copper."

Emily rolled her eyes, because when Naomi mentioned her name, her stomach spinned around again, and she didn't like it but it was a nice sensation.

She thought on that brunette, then, and the way Naomi almost refused her kiss and when Emily jumped on the motorbike, she laughed, because fuck's sake, San Francisco was a weird city.

She was laughing because she couldn't understand it. She couldn't understand jealousy; she couldn't understand that raising feeling in her body.

She just wanted things, no people.

That night, after a fast food session and a couple of beers, she understood.

Emily freaked out, unable to sleep for once more night.

[...]

5. NAOMI CAMPBELL. NAI. THE COPPER.

They walked, grabbing hands. Mandy laughed when Naomi told her something about her day and she smiled, because the things with her were easy but she felt empty. In fact, since she saw Emily two days before, she felt emptier than ever.

She talked about it with her mother and with Eff, and she decided that whatever she had with Mandy, was going over.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Naomi smiled because Mandy wasn't as clever as her, but she knew her enough to know when Naomi was thinking.

"I don't want to hurt you." Murmured Naomi, looking at her.

Mandy stopped and raised an eyebrow to her. "What are you talking about?"

"Mandy..." She sighed. "You are a marvelous person, really, and probably I'm being so selfish right now, I don't know... I can't do this anymore."

"This?"

"Us." Said Naomi, looking at her.

Mandy laughed, so hard, because it was unbelievable. Because she knew that the day would come but she hoped that Naomi could love her. Naomi couldn't. Never could and never would. "Mandy..."

"I've tried. I've fucking tried so hard."

And Naomi nodded because she understood. "This is not your fault."

"Babe, the 'it's my fault, not yours' is totally bullshit and it doesn't really suit you." Naomi smiled, sympathetically.

"Can we be friends?"

Mandy shook her head. "Fucking save it, Nai."

Naomi didn't say nothing and Mandy started to walk, but suddenly, she turned around. "I love you, don't you know? And this is sad because I really thought that you could."

And Naomi remained shut because she tried, too, but she couldn't.

"I'll grab my things this weekend."

She nodded without looking at her and then she listened Mandy's footsteps going away. She sighed and litted a fag. She wanted to feel something, because she left a year and a half relationship, but she couldn't. And she felt silly and fool because she had lost a year and a half of her life trying, really trying, and then, a fucking night, Emily Fitch appeared and everything started to meant nothing.

And her perfect façade world fell into pieces.

Emily would be the death for her.

Maybe you all know the song I used in this chapter, but I'll say it anyway: Jay Z. - 99 problems.

Next chapter will be updated so soon!

#MARV.