Author Note: Thanks soooo much for the reviews, they're so lovely to read, they really are.

My speed of updates - to be honest I wasn't supposed to be writing this fic until next week, but I finished an assignment yesterday, so I decided to take today off and that is why I've been fic-ing like mad. Plus, I'm enjoying writing it and I'm very motivated!

Yoho-ahoy! - Thanks a lot for the review, I didn't mean to make you feel guilty! I just thought I'd point out the difference in reviews to readers, but I really do appreciate your comments and I'm feeling very bittersweet about the end of Closer too!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins...I do own Meg and half of Lily/Kaya though, pity I had to share the other half of Lily/Kaya and the whole of Kat with vix844. :-(

The cool, bubbly liquid splashed down her throat, forcing her mouth to tingle from the carbon dioxide in the fizz. The shot of vodka was working it's magic, creating a buzz that made Katie sublimely happy. She looked around the table at her friends, the people who supposedly knew her better than anyone. There was a mixture of nearing silence and the tapping of fingers against a mobile phone as Pandora kept in contact with her absent boyfriend.

"This place is fucking dead," Cook pointed out, finishing off his pint of beer and quickly moving on to a second.

"I told you we should have gone to the club," Effy muttered, sitting back against her seat.

"How about a good old drinking game to warm the genitalia?" Cook suggested, holding his pint to his lips and letting the liquid travel down his throat until he slammed the empty glass onto the table.

There was a chorus of replied from the group, "No."

Katie watched her twin sister whispering to the blonde beside her. Since Emily came out, Katie had been more of a bitch to her. She didn't want to be. But she hated seeing Emily so happy. She loved her sister, more than she could even put into words. But when she saw her whispering sweet nothings to her girlfriend, she saw red. Feeling the familiar pangs of anger building inside, she looked up at the group.

"How about truth or dare?" she proposed, then wished she'd never spoken when several pairs of eyes frowned at her.

Except for Cook, who's eyes lit up, "Yeah! Good one Katiekins."

"Isn't that a bit high school?" Naomi suggested, sharing a cheeky smile with Emily.

Cook shook his head, "Nah, it can be way more fun than at school, there's way less boundaries, ain't there."

The group came to a consensus and Cook took control of the game as he explained the rules that everyone had come across multiple times.

"One final rule," he grinned, "Anything goes."

*

*

*

"I really don't want to do this," JJ muttered to Cook.

The group watched him standing in front of them all, his hands resting on the lowered zip of his jeans. Katie felt bad for him. He wasn't as confident as Cook, but with Cook's brain, the dares that he came up with were beyond JJ's confidence level.

"Get your fucking pants down," Cook demanded.

Looking like a scared schoolboy doing something he knew was going to make everyone laugh at him, JJ quickly lowered his trousers. The whispers and general chit-chat died down as the group stared at JJ.

"Fucking Hell," Freddie cried out.

"What's wrong?" JJ asked, pulling his trousers back up, "It's wonky isn't it? It's not normal? The shape is all wrong, the length, it's too long, isn't it? Jesus, Fucking, Titty, Wank."

The embarrassed JJ sat back down in his seat, covering his face in his hands. The group stayed silent as JJ calmed himself.

"There's nothing wrong," Freddie assured JJ, who was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

JJ's mind wasn't eased by Freddie's words, "There must be, why else would you all stop talking?"

"It's fucking massive JJ," Pandora grinned, before frowning, a slight embarrassed look in her eyes, "Not that I looked."

The group went silent again, until Freddie piped up, "Katie, your turn, truth or dare?"

She considered her options carefully. Cook had chosen the last three dares, each of which were physically humiliating. So she went with the odds and chose a truth. The group took a few moments to think up a question, before Effy finally asked.

"Have you ever fantasised about having sex with a teacher?"

"What a load of crap," Cook muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Have you ever had sex with a teacher?" Effy muttered, changing the question, which led to Cook's approval.

All eyes were on Katie. She didn't want to answer because she didn't want to admit the truth in front of Emily. But she couldn't lie. She was very good at avoiding the truth, but when someone asked outright, it was easier said than done.

"Yes," she replied.

In contrast to JJ's silence, the group started asking questions and muttered amongst themselves, questions and theories passing between the group.

"What teacher? How old were you?" Naomi asked.

"He was a student teacher, I was fourteen,"

Katie glanced at Emily, searching for a response in her eyes. But her usually readable twin was keeping a straight face. Everyone continued to file questions at Katie, who attempted to answer them as best as she could. When the fuss had died down Emily finally opened her mouth.

"I thought you lost your virginity when you were fifteen," she complained, a hint of hurt in her voice, "You told me you were fifteen."

The room had fallen silent. Katie was avoiding looking at her sister. She didn't want to respond to her query, she didn't want to be sat there with Emily's eyes boring a hole in the side of her head. She'd said too much and now she was left to pick up the pieces. But she couldn't find the words.

"Fucking hell," Cook laughed, his chuckles ringing through Katie's ears, "Naughty Katie, how old were you when you popped your cherry?"

It was a simple question really. One that she wouldn't have minded answering if Emily wasn't sat beside her. She could feel the disapproval and the disappointment radiating off her. She was upset, betrayed by Katie's secrets. It hurt to think that Emily was hurting.

"Twelve."

Avoiding looking anyone in the eye as the silence continued, Katie could tell that Emily was uncomfortable. She watched her sisters hands move about, slipping across Naomi's hand and back across to her own knees. Then she stood up and Katie finally looked to her. They shared a glance, no words needed as Katie saw the betrayed look in her twin's eyes. Naomi stood up too and followed Emily out of the pub, a few muttered goodbyes as they went.

AN: Thanks for reading...you know what to do next...if you don't, then why not leave a comment and ask me?!