SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA
So we've come to Chapter 8 in another of our fanfictions, I feel like we are making some progress here. Who has liked Gen 4 so far? Review this story and tell me your honest opinions, I would absolutely love it if you did, even if you have already, whether it be praise, criticism, suggestions, theories, anything, I would love to hear it, so go for it. I am still incredibly enthusiastic about this, and it has been my longest project ever and as sad as it is my greatest achievement cause I really love it, so I'm definitely going to keep writing, especially since I've got it all basically planned out, and I shall begin writing 7.05 in the coming days, probably plan it tomorrow then begin writing some amount of days after, I do have to learn a song for a live performance so I might want to focus on that just for a bit and then get cracking on 7.05, or I might just write 7.05 cause it is much better use of my time :) Anyway, Here is Chapter 8!
Sam sat on the wall outside her house for a long time, her hands in her pockets. She felt like things with Gemma would be ok now; everyone else seemed to understand, so maybe if just she could. There was nothing Sam wanted more right now then for Gemma to go back to her old self.
Sam got out a lighter and fondled it between her fingers before slipping back it into her jacket. It was rather brisk, and probably below 0 degrees Celsius, but she didn't really care.
She saw a figure sat down next to her on her right, "5 years ago, or something like that, I had the day off college and I was working on an essay, about the rise of Russia, or something like that." Sam turned to look at Rachel who was staring head on into the night.
"I had texted mum, asking if we could have pizza for dinner, but she hadn't replied. Then the police all of a sudden pulled up outside the house and started walking towards the door, I quickly grabbed the bottle of beer off of the table I had been drinking and shoved it in the fridge and went to answer the door. They asked to come in, and they told me that on Flounder's avenue about half an hour ago, Mum and Dad had been in the car heading home, they had been up in Nottingham for a Fleetwood Mac concert, and they were on their way home when… a truck pulled out in a red light and just ran over the car, absolutely crushing them."
Rachel smirked, "You know at first, it didn't hit me, I believed them and stuff, but it was impossible to believe they were gone. I ran upstairs into Mum and Dad's bedroom, I shut the door and slid under the covers, and I called Mum, 16 times, I called her, but she never picked up. Then I called you, and immediately hung up, but to hear your bright voice at 11 years of age, was what brought me into the flood of tears, because at the time, nothing mattered more to me, then wrapping you in my arms and making sure nothing ever harmed you."
Sam saw Rachel had a cigarette in her right hand, which she blew off to the east, "How things have changed." She said, "I love you Sam, and I always will, but that day really fucked me over, and it changed me into a monster. I thought maybe if I was strict, or… you know I had no idea what I fucking thought, but I became nothing but a cold-hearted bitch, and today I did the worst thing I ever did which was telling you to leave."
Sam swallowed as tears welled up, "I knew, you still loved me."
"Sam," said Rachel as a wet tear rolled down her cheek, "Please forgive me."
Sam shook her head, "You aren't the one who needs forgiveness, I am. After all you go through, all you have to do, yesterday I completely fucked you over big time, and I would have understood if you never let me back in your house again."
Rachel clenched her mouth trying to suppress her tears, "that would have never have happened."
Rachel grabbed Sam around the back and pulled her in for a tight hug as they broke into tears, and buried each other's heads against their shoulders.
Rachel smiled as she grabbed Sam's head and stroked her cheek, before kissing her forehead.
Sam looked out onto the street again, "You reckon they can see us now? Mum and Dad?"
Rachel smiled, "They can always see us, they always will." She said as they leaned back on the wall, and sat there long into the night.
The party had died down now, but the group was still there. Ken sat silently on the chair, Paulie had passed out. Dean, Kelly and Hayley were somewhere. Drew had left, and Claire was about to when she saw Gemma smile as she began to grind a guy on the floor.
Claire reached for the door handle, but then shut her eyes tight and turned around. She marched onto the floor, right up to Gemma, and said to her, "Gemma? What are you doing?"
Gemma gave an awkward smile, "What do you mean, I'm just having fun."
"Has nothing Sam said meant anything to you tonight?" asked Claire, with great pain in her voice.
Gemma shrugged and tried to turn away.
"When are we going to see the true Gemma, the amazing, flawless Gemma, when are you going to stop shutting people out." Said Claire.
Gemma turned around angrily, "I'm not going to, because other people hurt me! That's all they've ever done, hurt me and I can't… I just can't, I just fuck around, cause I've got nothing left to do, I just fuck… I'm so hurt… it's nothing but shit!" shouted Gemma, most of the crowd was looking at her now, as she panted with sadness dwelling in her eyes.
"Well, I would never hurt you, I never would, because Gemma… I think you're perfect," said Claire. She turned around to face the crowd, "Most of you know me from college; I'm the quiet one, the cute one, the one who maybe is secretly good at shagging, the nutty one, the ditsy one, the one who is off with the fucking fairies, that's me Claire Valentino. But actually, there are only three certain things about me, the first is I'm shy, so that's why saying this right now is going to be the hardest thing I've ever done, the second is…" she paused and took a deep breathe then opened her eyes, "I'm gay," she threw her hands by her side, as many eyes widened around her.
"No, I'm not some muff muncher who dreams of getting fucked by a great big strap-on, no I love girls because… well, I just think their adorable and irresistible, and I don't want to fuck girls, but dance with them under the moonlight, way into the night, and the third thing… of which I'm absolutely certain is… I love Gemma Rockett," she said throwing her hand up in her direction, "that's right, the popular girl who everyone in the college loves, but I don't want to get into her pants… I want to fall asleep to the sound of her voice, run my fingers through her hair, all that lovey-dovey shit… and I don't care what anyone says, because as much as you deny it Gemma, I love you, and you need someone to love you too… more than anything… so it's all your choice Gemma." She said shaking her head one last time at her.
Gemma stood there for one moment looking at the ground, before the crowd witnessed something like never before… the weak side of Gemma, as she broke down into tears and ran to hug Claire, who also broke into tears, hugging her back, as the crowd started to clap and holler.
Ken arrived at the station, buying his regular pack of gum, and waving off the stench of some homeless guy to his left.
He headed over to the front to check the automated times for the trains, but behind them in the glass he saw Sam, standing on the platform with her hands by her side.
He ran over to the railing to see her, he didn't shout out, but just watched her, she stood completely motionless, no cigarette, just a blank face, occasionally looking left and right.
A train began to come in from her left, and when she saw it, she stepped back and ran and jumped onto the tracks.
Ken gasped and immediately bolted for the stairs, but then stopped himself when he saw her.
She stood without moving an inch, in between the tracks, facing sideways.
Ken realized what she was doing, as the two trains drew nearer, and from hear he could see perfectly.
They both rushed by her at incredible speed, as Sam slowly raised her arms out, flat and straight.
Her breathing increased as a rushed smile drew on her face. "Ha!" she shouted, as she got more and more excited, she began to holler, "Ha ha! Woo!" she screamed.
"Yeah!" she let out one more time, as for the first time in days, she was truly happy, as the trains rushed by her at great speed.
Ken leaned against the railing, admiring her from atop, and smiled down at her. "You're a fucking star, girl." He said with a big grin, as he watched her cheering from the tracks.
The sun beat down off the shined glass and onto the white pebbles, and Sam's cheers carried up into the air and into the blue sky.
It was a good morning.
That was a lovely ending wasn't it? Also if there were any Clemma shippers out there yet, then they would have loved that bit :) Such a sweet story, and still loads more relationships to happen and unhappen (So to speak). Hope you all enjoyed that story, please, please, please review :) There is way more to look forward to, so keep reading! I will begin 7.05 soon!