A/N: Greetings to any and all of you who are reading this... Not sure how many of you there are, but it's early days yet with this one lol and since most of you are probably reading SF as well,and I believe some of you are also back in school/college/whatever, so good luck with that, those of you who are.

Ok, this chapter is completely new material, and I'm unsure of probably about half of it, but I'm posting it anyway, because I've been staring at it since 8pm trying to get it done and it is now 12:21am and I'm OVER IT lol because, as much as I have grown to love KFF, she is doing my head in all over again, and I think this is why there aren't more Keffy chapters in SF to begin with, because I find it very challenging to write a character like hers.

My best friend mentioned tonight that Breaking Bad is coming to an end this weekend (like I didn't know, I freakin' love that show), and I said "yeah, boo that it's ending, but it can't end any worse than skins fire"

So yeah, the dialogue in this sort of chases its tail a little, I think. If you get confused, I wouldn't be surprised. I think my brain got all mushed by one of those stupid Ninja blenders or something.

(Order now, and get a FREE StupidArse™ chopper-box-with-fancy-lid-thingy that basically does what a fucking knife does.)

By the way, I hate how crappy searching for stuff on the net has become. I stupidly (or otherwise) googled "shades of grey" while researching chapter titles for this piece, and came up with at least five fucking pages of Fifty Shades Of Grey bullshit. I ended up amending my search to "shades of grey colour" and got what I was looking for in the end.

My subconscious is vomiting. In heels and a tiara. Oh my.

ANYWAY. On with it. If you like it, or hate it, please let me know, shoot me a PM, leave me a review, tweet me (garden_naoms) or send bacon! (WARNING: Bacon may not be compatible with your computer hardware.)

Strangeness Warning™? *shrug*

Disclaimer: I do not own skins, I just pervert the characters for my own nefarious and creative purposes. Pretty sure there was an Asterix character named Nefarius Purpus (or some such similar spelling). ANYhoo. Any and all typographical errors are to be blamed on technology. That is all.

(Katie POV)

So, it's a little before five, and I'm nervous. It took me forever to figure out what to wear, which may or may not sound ridiculous, depending on your perspective. The fact that I didn't know what the hell I was doing was a big factor in me just settling on a black skirt and a long sleeve leopard print top that was just tight enough to be figure hugging. I had no idea what we were going to do... Whether we would just talk, or whether I should get some take-away in. Before I could think on it further, I got a text message.

"Almost at yours. Be there in about five. -Eff-"

"Shit!" I said, out loud, to no one at all. I'd been doing that a lot today, since Emily had left to go spend the day with Naomi. I stood up and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge to check and see if I had a bottle of wine. Typically, I didn't.

A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock at the door. The butterflies inside me just fluttered away, much to my annoyance. I took a deep breath, walked to the door, and grasped the handle, pulling the door open. Effy stood there with a plastic bag, and a bottle of wine. I looked at her curiously.

"Did you read my mind or something?" I asked her.

Effy cocked her head at me and smirked, in that way I've noticed she has, that's part endearing and part annoying. "Are you going to invite me in?" She asked, her voice cool and calm.

"Huh? Oh... Yeah, come in." I said, standing aside to let her pass. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans, and a black Sex Pistols t-shirt, as well as the same leather jacket she had worn the previous night. She also were the same Doc Martens on her feet. Guess this was her style, then. It was definitely rock, bordering on grungy. But she made it work, you know? It looked good on her, suited her. As she walked past me I caught the scent of the same perfume I had noticed the night before.

Once she was past me, she turned around, and looked at me. "I brought dinner. And no, I didn't read your mind." She said, the corner of her lips still upturned in a smirk. "Where can I...?"

I pointed a little dumbly to the kitchen counter, and Effy turned around, moving to place the bag and wine on the counter. I follow her into the kitchen and get two plates and some forks, as well as some glasses out of the cupboard, while she takes a box out of the bag and opens it up, revealing fried rice, pork and sweet and sour vegetables. She also takes out a bag and tears it open, revealing four spring rolls. She divides the food onto the plates, and then hands me a fork, which I take between my fingers.

"I thought...a meal might help break the ice." Effy said, gesturing to the food between us.

I nodded, and began to eat some of the rice on my plate. It was surprisingly good, and I figured Effy must know somewhere that had decent Chinese food, because this was more delicious than anything I'd ever eaten in Bristol. "This is good." I said, once I'd swallowed.

Effy opened the wine and poured us each a glass. It was a white wine, and was actually more pleasant than the usually sour tasting white wine I'd drunk in my time. Admittedly, I wasn't really a wine drinker, but every once in a while wasn't so bad. It was weird, we were eating in pretty much total silence. I had a feeling that Effy wanted to let me talk, but I wasn't even sure where to start. I sort of poked at a bit of broccoli that was on my plate, until I felt Effy's hand on top of mine.

"Don't be so nervous." She said, calmly.

"It's hard." I said, feeling the tingle of her touch against my skin.

"I confuse you."

I nod my head, picking up my fork again. "It's a bit... Annoying."

"I don't mean to, Katie." She said, eating another mouthful.

"I know that." I replied. I thought for a minute, mostly about the message on my mirror. "Do you always leave your phone number like that?"

Effy tilted her head to me side and looked at me. "Not always. Usually I use a different colour."

"Oh, so not everyone gets the fire engine red treatment?" I asked, with my eyebrow raised.

"No." She said, simply, as though stating a fact.

"And...'Liberate'. Interesting choice of word."

Effy shrugged. "Everyone should feel free, Katie. There is no need to lock yourself up in someone else's ideas."

"What about how other people see you?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter." Effy said. "If you don't know them...what difference does it make what they think?"

"You really don't give a fuck, do you?"

"About what?" Effy asked, in reply. I was beginning to get annoyed at her doing that.

I shrugged. "Nothing. Anything. Take your pick."

"That's a very ambiguous thing to say, Katie." Effy said, picking up one of her spring rolls and taking a bite. She chewed, almost thoughtfully, as it were. Only once she swallowed did she speak again. "I do give a fuck, about a lot of things. But you see, I deal in the things that aren't said out loud."

"You speak in fucking circles, too." I said, before taking a drink of wine.

"Mystery is intriguing, Katie." Effy said softly, before looking me in the eye. "Are you not intrigued?"

It was the way she asked me, from under hooded eyelids that got me right in my stomach. It now felt like a swarm of butterflies were having a party, and dancing the salsa while happily pissed. Jesus Christ. I sighed. "I have to admit, you are interesting. Enough for me to want to know more."

"Oh?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't get your hopes up, yeah?" I said, putting down my fork and looking her in the eye. "You've got my interest."

"I made an impact." Effy said.

I nodded. "You most certainly did."

"Katie... Why did you ask me here?"

"Well, for your excellent choice in Chinese food, of course." I said, rather sarcastically. Effy laughed, but then gave me a serious look. The sort of look that asks you if you are kidding. I sigh before answering honestly. "I don't really know. I sort of lost it after you left this morning."

"Lost it? Oh... Emily said something about her being here this morning." Effy said. "She said you were...upset."

I laughed, but there wasn't much humour behind it. "It's a bit of an understatement. I made a right tit out of myself crying on her shoulder. At the end of my blubbering, she said she would make an effort with Naomi if I called you, even if nothing came of it."

"Emily and Naomi are going to be... With or without our intervention." Effy said.

I shook my finger at her. "See...how you do that, it's scary. You say things with such...finality. Like you know it." I said, finishing what was left of my plate of food.

Effy shrugged. "So...you called me so your sister would call my best friend?"

"Yes...no... I don't know!" I said, not sure myself anymore. I took a deep breath, and the drained my glass of wine, placing the glass back on the counter between us. "I'm sitting here sharing Chinese food with a woman who came home with me last night, and then kissed me like I've never been kissed, and made me feel things I didn't think I could ever feel, things I thought I wasn't supposed to feel... It confused the fuck out of me, and made me for a brief flicker question who I might really be, so NO, Effy, I don't really know why I asked you here, because I don't KNOW what I'm doing here myself, and it terrifies me. D'you understand?"

"Travelling without a map is supposed to scare you."

"Ugh!" I groaned, standing up and going to sit on the sofa. My face is in my hands and I mumble incoherently for a second, trying to stay calm. I take a deep breath and open my eyes, to see Effy walking across the room towards me. She takes her boots off, and sits down next to me quietly, not saying anything. Like she is waiting for me to speak.

I turn to her, and she is just watching me. She reaches across and takes my hand in her own, the gentleness of her touch surprising me. Her cool fingers feel so...simple on my skin. Sometimes you feel a touch that doesn't mean anything, it's fleeting and has no impact. This was different. This touch tingled against my skin, so much that I think it was scaring me even more, because for once, I wasn't sure what it meant.

"You're shaking." Effy said, as she took my hand in her own, one hand on top, one hand below, just holding it. I nodded, again unsure of what to say, or how to say it. She began to squeeze my hand gently, somehow reassuring me. "You need to just relax, Katie."

I swallowed. "I am trying." I said, quietly. "I just feel..."

"So far out of your depth?"

I sighed. "You need to stop doing that. I mean it's weird enough that you do it, but... I'd prefer to just say it." I replied. "But yes, you are right, I do feel out of my depth. I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's what I mean, Katie. You are travelling without a map, and it's terrifying you. But Katie, sometimes life has no map. Sometimes you have to go off the beaten track to find out about yourself."

I shook my head. "I thought I knew everything about myself."

"Self discovery is a lifelong thing, Katie. We can live until we are one hundred, and still not know everything about ourselves. You're, what... Twenty-one?"

"Twenty-two." I said, correcting her.

"Right. And even if you don't live to be a hundred... That's a lot of years. Who you are changes over time, Katie. It's not set in stone. It is our experiences that shape us as people, and who we are this year doesn't define who we are next year."

I leaned backwards against the back rest of the sofa and let my head lean backwards as well. I felt Effy's touch leave my skin as she stood up, and went into the kitchen, and I watched her as she cleared up the plates from dinner, rinsing them off and leaving them in the sink and placing the leftovers in the fridge. She refilled our wine glasses, and picked them both up, bringing them over and placing them on the coffee table and sitting back down on the sofa. She turns to me, and looks into my eyes. She has this habit of giving me looks that I can't quite decipher, and I don't know if it's because she's good at masking herself, or because I just don't know how to read her.

"I am different to anyone you know." She says, quietly.

I nod. "You're unlike anyone I have ever met."

"I get that a lot."

"You do?"

Effy nods. "Not everyone has the patience for me. Sometimes, I don't say much. I wait for other people to say things... You learn more about people that way."

"Really? Then why haven't I learned what you want from me yet? Oh wait, I know, it's because you barely say anything. Except if it's to tell me something insightful about myself... Thanks, by the way, did I mention you're confusing the hell out of me?" I said, letting my annoyance show.

"Yes, once or twice. If it wasn't me, it would be someone else, don't you think?" She asked, before casually taking a drink of her wine.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Katie." She says, succinctly. "Tell me what you feel." She takes my hand between hers again, and her touch is so comforting, it makes me wonder how she does it. "Forget everything else... What you were brought up to believe. Just tell me what you feel...here." She said, placing one of her hands over my heart.

A lot of the time, we don't really think about it. Sure, if we are with someone, and if we're happy, I suppose we do, not that I would know exactly what that feels like. I suppose Emily did, when she and Charly were happy, but I don't know, she became all gooey and insufferable for a while, so I stopped bothering to pay attention. She knows I didn't really like Charly, but I didn't have to, she was Emily's girlfriend, not mine.

I sighed deeply. I seemed to be doing a lot of that in the past day or so. "You... You make me curious. About things that... before yesterday I'd never properly thought about."

"Because I kissed you?"

I shook my head. "Even before that. You didn't fuck off when I all but told you to."

"You said 'Can't you find someone else to piss off', if I remember right."

I laughed nervously. "I've obviously grown up in the past few years, then."

"You would have in the past?" Effy asked.

"I probably would have punched you, if I'm honest."

The corner of Effy's lips turned up in a half-smile. "Feisty."

"I used to be."

"And now?"

"Well I clearly haven't punched your lights out, yet, have I?" I said.

"Something has changed you, though."

"Yeah. Like I said, I've grown up." I said, flatly. I didn't really want to talk about it, it wasn't something she had to know just yet. Thankfully, she nods her understanding, the tone of my voice probably clueing her in a little, that it wasn't something I wanted to discuss. I reached for my glass of wine and drained half of it. Thank goodness the wine was relaxing, because I was feeling a little on edge.

"You need to relax, Katie." Effy said, in that matter-of-fact way she seems to have. "I mean you no harm."

"I know that, Effy." I reply.

"Your fear comes from what you don't know about yourself." I shrugged, which was becoming a common response for me. I wish I had a different one, but I wasn't sure I did, other than acknowledging what she said, and I guess my shrugging served its purpose. "Would it really be so bad to find out?"

"You keep...asking me things that I don't know how to answer." I said.

"Yes." Effy said.

"I don't know what you want from me." I said.

Effy tilted her head to one side and squeezed my hand gently. "You don't know what you want from me." She stated, turning it back on me again.

"You always deflect...why?" I asked.

She looks at me, and her eyes are particularly blue. "Perhaps I'm just as unsure as you are."

"You don't know, either?" I asked, puzzled.

Effy reached for her wine glass and took a long sip. "Sometimes, Katie, we see something, and we aren't sure of what it is. But it sticks in our mind, because it just is. It's there. We don't know why we need to know more about it, but we do."

"And you need to know more about me?"

"You need to know about me, too. I can tell you do. You wouldn't have asked me here, otherwise."

I shrugged. "I was curious to know where you got that lipstick, actually."

Effy smirked. "Liar." I laughed. "Don't be so afraid to be honest with me. Remember, the truth isn't going to cave in on you."

"And you're sure of that?"

"It didn't last night." Effy shrugged. That was true. When Effy had asked me about the kiss last night, I was honest, and nothing catastrophic came of it. Liberate. That's what she had meant. To set myself free from my own constraints by opening my mind and forgetting all my preconceived ideas.

"No, you're right. It didn't. But this is bigger than you kissing me, Effy." I said, quietly.

"I understand that..."

"No, you really don't." I said. I finished my glass of wine. "I didn't expect you to come home with me last night. I didn't expect you to kiss me." I went to say something else, but stopped short. Could I really say it? I hesitated, and sighed again. Effy held my hand a little tighter in her own...not uncomfortably, but urging me on, in a way. "I definitely didn't expect to...like it."

"It shocked you." Effy said.

"Yes." I replied.

"The fact that you liked it, or the fact that you wanted me to kiss you again?"

"Both, I suppose." I said. "Why...why did you leave, this morning?"

"I had to, Katie. I knew you needed to be alone."

"But, you didn't want to go." I said. "Did you?"

Effy shook her head. "No."

"Why?" I asked. I might as well get some of my own questions in.

Her eyes met mine, and she looks at me so intensely. "I wasn't sure if I would see you again." She said, and the sincerity in her voice sent a chill through me.

"You mean that, don't you?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I know better than to push someone who is scared, or unsure." Effy said. "Some people consider others a challenge."

"A challenge?"

"Yes. They see someone they like... So they think they can get what they want. They pursue, and if they don't get what they want, they keep at it, hoping to wear them down."

"Some people can't be worn down, though." I said.

"And I am very different to most people. I am not trying to wear you down, Katie. But I can't leave you alone, either." Effy explained.

"So...you want me, then?"

Effy's fingers touched just under my chin as she lifted my face so that our eyes met. "I do. I want something I'm not sure I can get, but like I said... I'm not trying to wear you down."

"Does everyone you know find you this frustrating?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair.

"Some do. Some find me mysterious, some would say I'm enigmatic. There aren't many who know much about me, Katie."

"Because you are so... You seem so complicated and so simple at the same time...like, you say so little and so much all at once." I said. "I don't know how to take a lot of what you say, and sometimes it isn't until later that I even understand it. You...you did something to me last night. I don't know what, and yeah, it terrifies me, even though it sounds like I'm repeating myself saying that, but I've always been completely sure of who I am, and now..." I stop, and sigh...again.

"It makes you uncertain and uncomfortable and you're not sure how to handle it." Effy said. "Sorry, I know you don't like me finishing your sentences, but..."

I shook my head. "It's ok."

"Why?"

"Because I think you said that better than I could. I am uncertain. But it goes so much deeper than just me, there's things in my past, how I've behaved... Some things I haven't thought of in a while, but my mind is just flooded with them, now. That's why Emily was here this morning."

"You needed someone." Effy said, quietly.

"Yes. I know you were here earlier, but I couldn't talk to you about it... I don't even really know you." I explained. "Emily, on the other hand... I think I almost gave her a heart attack, really. I don't think she's seen me like that."

Effy briefly released my hand from her own, and then crossed her legs underneath her, taking my hand in hers again. "Emily said you were upset, but it was more than that, wasn't it?"

"Yes." I admitted. "It's not every morning I'm a mess like that."

Effy sighed. "I didn't realise... That I would have such an impact on you."

I squeezed her hand in mine. "Neither did I."

"You aren't completely sure, though. About what you want."

I shrugged, and shook my head. "I know I want more of you, but what that is, I don't know."

"Still with the labels, eh?" Effy asked, a smirk forming on her lips.

I returned a weak smile. "You must think I'm silly."

Effy shook her head. "No. There are people who are preoccupied with labels. I'm not one of them. You are, though, because you are consumed with what people will think of you. But it's just me here, Katie. It's just you. No matter what happens here, I won't think bad of you, either way."

"No?" I asked. "If I just wanted your friendship, you wouldn't think bad of me?"

"Not at all. I'd be a bit disappointed... Because, honestly, I would love to do more than just kiss you..." Her words send a shiver through me, and it's obvious she notices it, because she holds my hand a little bit firmer in her own. "Only if you want it, Katie. If you just want my friendship, I'd want that to work, because I know there is more to you than just a beautiful body."

I blushed. "You think I'm beautiful?"

Effy brought my hand up and gently kissed the back of it. "I do."

I nodded. Typical, the first time anyone has said that, and meant it, and it's a bloody girl that does it. Fuck my life.

"Do you ever feel like your life takes unexpected turns?" I asked.

"All the time, Katie." Effy said, half-smiling. "But no one ever takes them with me. Until last night."

I looked at her, my eyebrow raised. "I feel like you sort of dragged me along with you."

Effy shook her head. "No." She said, looking me in the eye again. "You led me here, remember?"

"True." I sighed. "It was sort of automatic."

"It's confused you. It has you questioning yourself. But you don't regret it, because at least you went there. You might not have thought about it before, but now it's in your consciousness, up here..." Effy said, reaching up and letting her fingertips ghost against my temple. "And I know I am responsible."

"Then...you know how hard this is."

"For you? I think so. I can't claim to have had the same dilemma, but I can understand it can be hard."

"You've never questioned yourself?" I asked.

"My sexuality? No. My sanity...well, that's a different story." Effy said, calmly.

"Oh?" I asked curious to know what she meant.

A blank expression crossed Effy's features. Her brow furrowed slightly, and for the second time I saw her vulnerability. "That... Is a story for another time. Much like yours."

"Seems fair." I nodded. "What do you call yourself, then? If you're not straight, or gay, or bi?"

"I call myself Effy." She replied, and I really had to try to stop myself from laughing. "People who are obsessed with labels would call me bisexual."

I can't help myself, and I start to giggle, slightly. She looks at me with a devilishly cute smirk, and the giggles catch in my throat, and I feel a shiver roll over me as she looks into my eyes. Before I know it, I can feel her lips touching mine, and the memory of her kiss from last night replays in my mind, until I realise that it's not a memory, she's actually kissing me again. Her soft lips are against mine, tasting faintly of white wine and cherry lip gloss. Maybe it is true that a single kiss can make you forget yourself, because I completely forgot everything in that moment, who I was, the things I knew... I was just one person sharing a kiss with another person, and nothing else mattered.

Then, I feel it. I'm inching closer to her. But I realise that it's me h is moving, and not her. Her only touch is her palm on my cheek, and her lips on mine. But she feels closer with each second, each movement of our lips as we kiss. She feels so perfect against me, it's almost unreal. Her fingertips gently caress the shell of my ear, and I shiver, right to my core. The contact between us breaks, and my head leans against hers, my hand somehow ending up on her neck.

"...Jesus." I whisper, my heart racing, as I lick my lips.

"You...shivered." Effy said, softly. I nodded, as my eyes closed. She softly kisses to my ear, but it's what she whispered next that gave me goosebumps. "I know where you felt that." She said, slowly.

I'm a first class bitch sometimes. I can be helpful, I get shit done at my job, and ok, I watch some trashy television, but when she whispered that in my ear, I all but melted into a puddle. Scoop me into one of those bloody science class beakers and label it 'Katie 1.0'. Bloody hell, labels. Maybe Effy is right, and I am obsessed. "Fuck."

Of all the words in the sodding English language, I have to pick THAT one.

Effy watched my eyes flick open, and must have seen the panic in my eyes. She took my hand in hers once more, and just held it, calming me. "Relax." She said.

"Bad word choice. Bit like offering steak to a hungry wolf." I replied.

"And I'm the wolf?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You look at me like I am prey." I laughed. "How are we supposed to be friends if you look at me like that all the time? You look like you either want to fuck me, or eat me."

Effy shrugged. "Both would be accurate."

I laughed again. "You're impossible." I said, shaking my head.

"Perhaps we aren't meant to be just friends, Katie." She said, looking down at her hands. "What if we're meant for something more?" I couldn't help but feel a twinge somewhere in my heart at the tone of her voice. Hopeful, but with this underlying ache... A loneliness that was deep-rooted and complex. It was then that I realised I was seeing Effy. Not the same Effy everyone else sees, but without all her mysterious aloofness.

"I can't tell you what I don't know, Effy." I said, honestly. "I would like to be your friend...because there is something about you. But, I can't promise anything more than that, you know? I'm not saying no... I'm just saying..."

"You're trying to let me down easy?" Effy asked.

I bit my bottom lip. "I'm not...really. I'm not. I'm not going to lie... I do find you attractive. Hell, I think anyone would be a fool not to think that. And this is more than I'd tell anyone right this second, but you're here, and you're involved in it, but I liked kissing you. Yeah, it freaks me out. I've had a reputation since I was fourteen for liking cock, and it's not that I don't, but it's, like, the furthest thing from my mind right now, because all I can think of is you, fucking kissing me and how good it was, and how I'd really, really like you to do it again." I don't know how I managed to get all that out, or even what I said.

Effy looks at me with a blank expression, one that almost looks close to surprise. She leans in close to my ear and chills me to the bone with soft words that caress my mind. "You're fucking sexy when you are flustered."

Before I can respond to her, she pulls back and kisses me again, pulling me close. It's warm, delicate, and not at all clumsy. Her lips don't move in that unsure way that boys seem to have when they kiss. Hers move fluidly against mine, and she pulls me in deeper, setting off tiny explosions in my stomach. I don't want the kiss to end, but I'm running out of air, and then my head is leaning on her shoulder and I am gasping.

"I wish this wasn't so hard." I whispered. I really did. I began to hate this fear I had. I as slowly beginning to see that it was something irrational, and that made no sense.

"Why?" Effy murmured into my ear.

"Because I want you. It's that simple." I admit.

"But still, so complicated."

"Yes." I whisper.

"I can go, if you want."

I lifted my head and looked her in the eye. Her clear, blue honest eyes. "Don't." I said, seriously. "I... Stay?"

"Katie, if I stay..." Effy said, before pausing. Her brow furrowed. "If I stay, you have to trust me. And I have to trust you."

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"You have to trust me to help you to explore your mind. "

"Right. And you?"

"I have to trust you to tell me when to stop." Effy says, but it's the gravity of what she means that makes the most impact.

Holy Christ on a tandem bike.

"Can you do that?" She asks, and before I can think, I find myself nodding. She stands up and takes my hand, pulling me up with her. Even out of her Doc Martens, she is taller than me. "Mind if I use your bathroom?"

I shake my head and she nods, wandering off. I turn around and pick up the wine glasses, taking them to the sink to rinse them out. I go into my bedroom and turn on the light, realising with relief that I actually did make the bed in the end this afternoon, and tidied up a bit.

"So?" Effy spoke behind me, startling me.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry." She shrugged, with a smirk.

"Right." I said, pointing to the door she just came through. "I'm just...gonna..." I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts as I walked past her.

"Yeah." She replied, as I left for the bathroom. I went in and shut the door, leaning against the back of it. I got changed, trying to delay it, but it's not really a half hour long ordeal putting on a tee and shorts, is it? So, a few minutes later, I left the bathroom.

And then walked into my bedroom to find Effy naked in my bed.

A/N#2: I especially enjoy Katie's "Holy Christ on a tandem bike."

You can just imagine him riding one and saying "what, no one is going to help me? THE PEDALS GET STUCK IN MY FEET!"

(Was that a lead balloon I saw?)

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