AN: God I've written like three different versions of this epilogue, and it's just not working! Argh! This is short and it sucks...I hate it with a passion that will never die...
AN2: On a completely different note, I could be convinced to write a sequel if you all ask nicely. In the mean time, you can check out "The Tightening of Screws". It's another Tea/Tony I've put up that needs some love.
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".
Epilogue
We're Not the Same as We Were
Two Months Later
It's a rave. Bright, flashing lights of white and red and yellow interspersed through the dim darkness. Thundering loud music vibrating through them up through their sneakers and thrumming through them like blood through veins. It's almost exactly the way it used to be.
Chris downs a handful of pills and half a bottle of Bud before launching himself into the madness with a grin. Daisy rolls her eyes and muddles through the crowd to make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid. Cadie is dragged into the writhing mass of bodies to dance by Warren. Abbud shoots Tea a look that she doesn't quite understand, then he too is gone.
"Stan talked to me for ten whole minutes yesterday. I think he's coming round." Tony smirks, because his kingdom isn't gone, just rearranged a little. "And Michelle sent a very long and convoluted text telling me that she 'understands'."
"Understands what?" Tea sneers because the only thing that was ever even remotely unclear was how she managed to convince herself that what she had with Tony could be mistaken for love.
"No idea. But I suppose it means she's not as angry as she was."
"Time heals all wounds or some shit, right?"
"Ha, I guess." Tony laughs, throws an arm around her shoulders as they move towards the crowd. She shrugs him off relatively quickly though, pretends not to notice the small frown that mars his features at the action. Whatever they are, they're not a couple, so he doesn't get to act boyfriendly with her outside the bedroom. It's just...simpler that way.
But she lets im take her hand and pull her onto the dance floor. He lets go on his own when they reach the moshing bodies of their friends. Tea reminds herself that this is the reaction that she wants, that she been instilling the no PDA in any shape or form outside of sex for monthes now for a reason.
She doesn't do we. And she's not looking for a boyfriend, regardless of this weird connection she shares with Tony. They work just fine, just like this. No need to go and complicate things.
"Dance, dance, bitches!" Chris shouts at them when he notices their arrival.
"You heard the man!" Tony whisper-shouts in her ear, running his hands over her. And, what the hell, she lets him. It's nice in a sort of flawlessly perfect way, like those soft kisses shared forever ago on a merry-go-round.
It's gonna be normal again. It has to be, because she's Tea Marvelli and he's Tony Snyder, and the whole damn universe bends to their wills. It always has, it always will.