SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA
Hey there all, so I don't have an awful lot of time to write this, in fact an hour is all I have to do anything at home, before I have to go out to the opera house all night and it is going to be tiring and stuff, but as always, commitment to the story :) So more and more people are reading this, which is amazing, and I love you all so much. I got one review in particular on the last chapter from an anon, (Thank you very much btw) and they brought up an excellent point. They were asking why the episodes felt a bit detached from each other, and so I shall explain it. The episodes aren't consecutive, they aren't happening like the day after each other, keep in mind Episode 1 has to start on the first of day of college and Episode 10 has to end on the last, so there is 9 month gap for the other 8 to fill in between there and so they are a bit spread out, some episodes happen days after others, and some episodes happen about a month after others, in the time taken between episodes (Particularly Dean to Kelly, Kelly to Samantha), you can imagine that they would have apologized and made up, I'm not going to spend the time writing those scenes all the time, because it is really just a drably waste of story, and we really don't need to hear it, especially since it's probably a temporary solution and they are on shaky ground a bit. The events in past episodes are definitely not forgotten, and there will definitely be bits of the past 3 episodes continuing on this one, so I hope that answers it clearly for you. If you do have questions or critics for me, feel free to leave that in the reviews as well, I love criticism, cause it makes your story stronger :) So let's get down to business, Chapter 2!
Sam walked back amongst the group as Paulie patted the bonnet, "So? What are we gonna do with this car?"
Dean looked around, "Keep it?"
"Are you nuts?" said Kelly; "The coppers'd be on you in minutes."
"Leave it here?" suggested Ken.
Gemma shook her head, "Nah they find that sort of thing; it needs to be properly disposed."
"Well we can't do it now," said Ken, "we have to wait until the heat dies down or we'll all get it in."
"We could give it back," said Drew, pulling his head out of the window.
"Yeah and then have him call the police when we arrive." Said Gemma sarcastically.
Drew raised his lip and shrugged.
"We have to store at someone's house." Said Ken firmly.
The group stood silent looking around. "Alright," said Paulie, "think properly, whose parents would absolutely slaughter them if they brought home a stolen car."
They all chimed in with a 'Mine!', Kelly, Dean, Gemma, Ken, Claire and Paulie.
"Drew, you live on your own, you can take it," said Dean throwing his hand in Drew's direction.
Drew pursed his lips, "Well that is a lovely thought dear, but I live in an apartment in the city, where would I put it?"
Dean paused looking up, "Fair point."
"Hayley?" asked Paulie.
She shook her head, "My house is all locked up, my Dad's in Wales, I'm staying with Kelly, besides we have cops across the street."
Paulie blew his lips in frustration.
Claire looked around at their annoyed faces, "What about you Samantha?"
Sam looked up with her eyes wide open, "No way, my sister would have my head on a platter!"
"But, you said she's out, and doesn't get home until night time." Said Claire staring off into the space above Sam's head.
"Yeah, but… still… no!" shouted Sam.
"Why not? I mean… she probably wouldn't even care that much, we've never even been to your house." Said Dean.
"Yeah, why have we never been?" asked Hayley.
"I just…" Sam threw her hands up, with a hesitation, "I just don't like guests alright?"
"I'm sorry Sam," said Drew, "Nobody else can take it, considering Rachel is out today, it'll have to be you."
Sam glared at him and then at the dust on the ground. She didn't see a way out of this, and she doubted that there was one, unless she went and jumped off the cliff now, "Fine!" she said, looking up at them.
They all paused for a moment looking around, while Sam stared at them, "Well go on! Get in the fucking car!" she shouted.
Gemma smiled, "Cheers Blondie Clogs," she said ruffling her hair and went to the car door.
As they all clambered in, Sam gripped her face trying to hold back the frustration.
Sam glared at the back of the seat in front of her, with an obvious scowl on her face, 'Yeah now they fucking want you, to dump the evidence, that's what you are to them, a fucking trash can.' She thought to herself.
Drew pulled up, out the front of Sam's house, "This is it, yeah?"
Sam gave a quick glance out the window, "Yeah, that's it."
"Excellent," said Drew with a peaky smile, "Where can I park it?"
Sam looked up with a sigh, "If you take it around the right, you can park it behind the little pokey-outey bit, and it'll be out of view of the neighbours."
Drew drove around the side, and pulled the brakes. The group clambered out the sides and Sam slowly unbuckled her seat belt, still with a grumpy look.
Sam shuffled through the group and up to the door, pulling out her key, and pushing open the door with a flat hand motioning them in.
She glared at Claire as she went in, who walked by with a scared look. Sam was upset with her, cause she was the one who suggested they come here.
Dean immediately jumped on the couch as the others piled in. Ken got caught up in the hallway looking at a picture of a much younger Sam, with a girl a few years older than her, and a dirty-blonde married couple in their 40's.
Dean, lifted up and cushion and sniffed it, before chucking it over to a different couch, he lifted his head up with a cheesy smile, "What now?" he asked.
"I feel like pop tarts," said Paulie with a smile, "are there any pop tarts here? Preferably Chocolate Fudge?" he said looking around at the group.
"I've got better than chocolate fudge," Said Gemma with a smile; she pulled out a case of spliffs, "Ready for every emergency."
"Shit!" said Paulie ogling over it, "You've got a whole fucking garden in there!"
Sam looked up at the case, "No, no, no, no smoking in the house." She said shaking her head.
Gemma shrugged, "That's fine, we'll go do it in the backyard."
Dean looked up with a raised eyebrow, "I remember that one time, I came to your house at night; don't you have a pool?"
"No way!" said Hayley with a face like small child, "Seriously?"
Sam opened her mouth to rebut, but shut it quickly and glared down at Dean.
The group in a sudden click all ran for the back door, towards the pool.
Sam let out another gritty sigh, and walked outside, to see them chucking off their shirts and pants to dive in the pool.
Sam sighed, planting herself down on a sun chair staring at the 7 of them, splashing about in the pool, as Gemma began to light spliffs for them.
Ken walked outside and sat down on the sun chair next to Sam.
"Shit day?" he asked, looking at her.
"Yep." Said Sam, gritting her teeth.
Ken frowned, "Why don't you like people over?"
"It's my sister, she can get a bit…", but Sam didn't finish the sister.
"She can't be that bad, plus she's out." He said positively.
Sam shook her head, "I wouldn't want to risk it."
Ken paused looking at the pool and then back to school, "If you don't mind me asking, how old were you? I mean like… when your parents, they… passed away, didn't they?"
Sam turned to Ken, "Actually Ken I do mind you asking," she said firmly before laying back in her chair and shutting her eyes, "Sorry, sorry, I was 11, got home from school one day, fairly ordinary day, I had accidentally knocked paint on the boy I liked, Johnny Townsend, but I was ok, it was a fairly normal day, and I got home and theirs all these police cars out the front, and inside my sisters, crying, she's a mess, only 17, and that's when I was told my parents were at the traffic and some drunk truck driver had run over their car and killed both of them."
"I'm so sorry." Said Ken.
Sam shook her head, "It was 5 years ago, they're still in my heart, but… you move on. Spose, I just take my sister for granted, imagine it, 17 years old and you suddenly lose both your parents and have to take care of yourself and an 11 year old kid."
"Did you have this lot to look after you?" asked Ken, motioning towards the pool.
Sam shook her head, "Just Gemma. We were inseparable at the time, but now… she is so determined to be an individual. I love her, honestly I do, but sometimes… what she does hurts me so much, and I don't even think she knows, the damage she does."
"Being trapped in the shadows of those we love…" said Ken staring off into space.
"Yeah…" said Sam, now zoning out as well. After what seemed like a decade, Sam finally pushed off the chair, "If you'll excuse me, I need to go inside." Said Sam, with a clear tone of annoyance still in her voice.
She walked into the living room, where she saw a bunch of smoke floating from. On the couch lay Claire with a spliff in hand, and her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
Sam looked down at her, "You're shitted out, like, more than usual."
Claire looked up at her and giggled, "Samantha," she said dazily with a smile.
Sam took the spliff out of her hand and chucked it out the window, "Don't cause a mess," she said as she walked out of the room. Her previous statement had already been rejected, as she walked into the kitchen was a bomb site, she paused before walking on, "Fucking hell," she said to herself.
She trotted up her staircase but then paused and frowned when she heard a sound coming from up stairs. It was definitely voices, but it was coming from her sister's bedroom.
She walked up slowly to her sister's bedroom, the door hadn't been shut properly, and she peered through the crack in the door, and could see the head of Rachel's bed, and Sam stood back as she saw Kelly in her underpants sitting on top of Dean.
He smirked as he reached for her bra, "I like the black one, it holds them together well, they look nice and firm." Sam stood back against the wall and covered her mouth, "Oh, sweet, tits," she said to herself.
She looked back again; Kelly's eyes were now shut with her mouth wide open, as she began to ride up and down letting out moans… in her sister's bedroom… with her ex-boyfriend.
She stormed out of the hallway and into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and immediately jumped face down into her bed.
She flipped over and stood up, every muscle in her body was clenching incredibly tight.
She let out a piercing scream as she punched her mirror and then flopped back onto the bed, her head buried in her pillow.
Sorry I did plan to upload this about 5 hours ago, but I ran out of time and had to go, but now I'm home, I decided to finish it, it was a bit shorter than anticipated, so I tried to go back and add some stuff. I feel like I'm skipping the little things that you need in TV shows and just having the important bits, or the important lines, so I'm trying to fix that wherever I can, whether it just be a character saying something that suits their personality, or is quite idiotic, or whatever. Anyway, it is now tiredly complete, I'm gonna start focusing on adding a bit more detail with just emotions and pointless lines and things like that, that aren't so pointless. Chapter 3, up soon! Please review!