Disclamer&Notes:

Uhg, no matter how much I wish I did, I do not own, claim or take credit for Skins. Just admire, adore and obsess ^^ Like many of you, yes?

I have to admit I didn't expect such a turnout :) thanks a bunch for the reviews, watches and favs everyone, you've made me one happy girl ^^

Slightly shorter than normal, but what can you do about that?

[Emily]

Can't remember the last time I went to that Cafe but I'm sure I never enjoyed myself as much as I did with Naomi. I still can't believe she went with me.

It' been two days and I'm still picturing the way she lifted that coffee cup to her lips. Fuck it was enough to make me squirm in my seat.

Fuck it, there's a party tonight too. I'm going, of course. Naturally Katie has to drag me along. She thinks I need to be there to make her look better. Stupid right, fucking tart.

Anyway, Freddie's the one who found the party, it's at some rich chicks place. Top notch everything. Fuck I bet even their grass is a designer label.

Of course, Effy had to go invite Naomi. I think they're only keen on her coming because she promised Cook drugs. The green stuff of course. And some pills. But I wasn't really listening. I zoned out after Cook said "Fuck yeah, the Cookie Monsters gonna go fucking crazy on Saturday."

Didn't really see a point in it. All he does is say the same shit over and over. But hey, thats the 'cookie monster' for you. A complete horn-dog. Looking for chances to dip his dick, even if the girls have to be off their faces.

I wouldn't go near him with a fucking 10 foot post myself, even if I was that way inclined.

"Are you honestly wearing that tonight?" Of course Katie has to comment on what I'm wearing.

'Well I was going to wear what you've got on, but you, being a complete bitch, stole it.' I wanted to say those words, but of course I don't. "I was... Maybe not."

"Not when you're with me you won't." She, as usual, scrunches up her nose. She looks ugly when she does that. Of course, I won't tell her that either. "Show some more class, loser."

By class I can only presume she means skin, "Why don't you fucking dress me then." I collapse on my bed in defeat.

"Good idea." She starts rummaging through my draws. Throwing my stuff on the floor. I know I'll have to pick it up later myself.

I just close my eyes and breath, arms covering my face as I listen to her cussing and picking at my clothes.

"Fuck Emily when's the last time you went shopping."

"I don't bloody know." She's so fucking irritating.

"Here, wear this." She throws something at me, it's not mine. "And these," shoes, "and these can go in your hair. I'll have to do that too. Fuck Emily you're more work then you're fucking worth."

At least she's not picking at my makeup.

"Oh and these." Great, now she's picking out my knickers. "Just in case someone gets to see them."

She'd hate to think who I want to see them.

Typical. She's gone with the black lace underwear, g-string of course. At least this one's mine, I know she hates thongs. She's given me one of her bra's though, thank fuck we're the same size. But Katie being Katie the bra's one of those shitty water ones for 'ultimate clevage'.

I get dressed, the dress is nice. I like the fabric. All flowy. I wish it had straps though, I feel like it could fall down at any moment, even with this fucking Hollywood tape.

Of course she demands I wear stockings, so I've gone with my favourites, an average pair I took to with scissors the otherday, a few ladders and holes never hurt anyone.

Fuck the heels though, I never really liked stilettos. I think I'll go with my candy-red kitten heels.

I slide my feet into my shoes. Yup, defiantly wearing those.

"Sit down so I can fix your fucking mop." I obediently sit of course, can't be bothered fussing with it myself and this has got to be the nicest she's been to me in fucking years.

Uhg, she pulls and brushes my hair soo roughly you'd think she thought it wasn't connected to my scalp.

"Ouch!" I complain, again, and am greeted, AGAIN, with a smack to the head with the hairbrush.

"Nearly done loser. Quit being a bitch." I'm the bitch? She's the one causing potential brain damage.

Finally she's done. All that pain and time and she simply settles for clipping some of my hair back with a silver butterfly clip. Sweet as Katie, that doesn't bother me at all. Of course, I wont say that to her.

"Come on then, we're going." It's not as if she's asking me to leave, she's demanding.

No shock either.

I never noticed the time, it's already dark out.

We meet up with everyone else outside the party house, Katie and I are last to arrive much to her dislike.

I feel uncomfortable in this. I can FEEL everyone's eyes on me before I even look to them.

"Cor, Cookie likes." Cook looks me up and down and bites his lip. Fuck I hate it when I see that expression.

"Cookie can't touch." Naomi's voice chimes. Cook can't touch me? What does she mean by that?

Fuck it Emily, don't read too much into it.

She does look amazing tonight though. I like her jacket, I can smell the leather from here. Must've been expensive. Her shirts amazing too, grey with small neck-lace like chains dangling over her chest, the shirt looks a little too big for her but she pulls it off. Same goes for her tight leggings and short shorts.

Fuck it, I have got to learn to stop looking at her.

"So, I've got about a grand worth of pot here, and fourteen ecstasies. Let's get selling, and let's get wrecked." She talks to the group but I can't help but notice her smirk as she looks at me. "We'll work in pairs." Thank fuck, I don't know shit about selling drugs.