Hey guys! So yeah, first attempt at a fanfic here. It's kind of a slow start, but jeez I have to place some of the characters before I start right? (please say yesss haha) Anyway, enjoy (or not) and have fun, cuz I had while writing this! Looove

I don't own Skins, just a creepy file of Naomily pics on my computer. ;)

Jesus Christ, how long have I been studying? Probably more hours than...hmm... all the children of Angelina Jolie multiplied by like 1000. Haha. Fuck. I'm even making fucking jokes in my head now. I badly need a shower . And Garibaldis. And some human contact.

I get up my bed, trying, with not much success if you must know, to not trip in all the mess that has become my Uni room for the past months. Serioulsy, it's almost unhealthy. But who am I to blame? There is no fucking way I'm not getting straight As next week.

As I arrive in the kitchen, I'm welcome by the oh so comforting smell of... freshly baked pie? would one think. Well, not really. Actually, the sweet sweet smell of weed. Eh, what's a girl to do? I don't live at my mother's anymore. No scratch that. As I know my dear hippie mum, I'm most likely to smell weed in her kitchen too than freshly baked anything. Except maybe pot brownies. So anyway, that weed smell is actually making his way out from the spliff hanging from the mouth of one my roommate, Effy, sitting on the kitchen's counter and looking by the window, thinking about God knows what. Fuck me, she's weird.

"Hey!" I said, trying to sound cheerful.

She just looks at me, raises an eyebrow and turns back to gazing outside. Well, hello to you too. Bitch.

While rummaging through the fridge in search of something to eat, eh, who fucking stole my Garibaldis?, I hear the front door of our apartment slammed hard, followed by a pair of heels knocking hard on the floor. Katie fucking Fitch. My other lovely roommate. She's a student in Fashion&Design and basically thinks the whole world is hers.

"Argh, I dumped that wanker Danny. He fucking cheated on me, bastard." she said, smoke almost coming out of her ears. Almost. Although, that'd be kinda cool. I couldn't help but giggle at that thought, pissing Katie even more, if this is even possible.

"What the fuck are you laughing at? Jesus, it's not because Madame is a med student" she says with irony "that she gets to think she's better than everybody! At least, someone is shagging ME!" Well, that was very mature Katie.

"Just so you know Katie, I've been shagging a lot lately" I reply, a satisfied smile on my face, finally shutting her up. Not for long though.

"And may I know with whom you've been doing that so-called shagging?"

"Danny" Haha, that's so not true, I'd never touch that tosser, but the look on Katie's face is so worth it. Effy lets out a small laugh, but even that small noise seems mysterious coming from her. Before Katie got the chance to reply, and probably kill me, I am back in the safety of my room, orange juice and cookies in hand, ready for the final sprint towards my Cardiology exam on Monday.

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Well, that went well. I think so. The question 34 not so much though. And 45 also. And... Ok Naomi stop. When I start that little mind game, it is most likely to never stop.

As I make my way in the main hall of the Medicine Building, absorbed by my Cardiology book, desperately trying to find if I gave a correct answer at that fucking question 34, I'm a big ol' nerd, satisfied?, I bump into someone, someone with a familiar cheap cologne smell that instantly brings a smile to my lips.

"Naomikins! There you are!" yells Cook, huge grin plastered on his face, wrapping me in a bone-crushing bear hug before letting me go.

"Erm, I study here remember? Future doctor?" I say, gesturing towards myself, rolling my eyes as I finally realize Cook is stoned. Scratch that. Cook is in his usual state, fucking trashed. But that's why I love him. He makes life so much more simple, as if it was stress free. "And what the hell are you doing here anyway? This is not your building my dear." I ask, intrigued by his sudden interest in the human body. Other than for endlessly shagging everything that has a skirt, obviously.

"Well actually Naomikins babe, I was looking for you! That guy I met, Freddie, is throwing like this huge fucking party at his parent's house nearby to celebrate the end of the semester and I wanted to invite you! You need to have fun babe and since you don't want help from the Cookie Monster" he says, while moving his eyebrows in a revoltingly vulgar way that is typical Cook" you at least have to show up...I mean, how long has it been since you had a proper shag?" What is it with my shagging this week? Katie, now Cook. Jesus.

"Hmm, I don't know. I've been studying all week, I kinda need some rest actually. I was thinking maybe telly night with popcorn..." I say, not trying to sound too pathetic, obviously failing as I hear myself saying the words "telly night".

"No no babe, you are so coming, and I'm not even asking. Some fun will surely not kill you! I'm picking you up at 8, be fucking ready and hot because we're getting fucking wasted!" yells Cook as he walks away, throwing a wink at me and startling a group of teachers that was talking innocently at the end of the corridor.

Guess I am going then. No telly night. Jeez, how old are you Naomi? 60?

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Since I started med school last autumn, I haven't really been to a lot of parties. I mean sure, there is always the traditionals, like the Halloween party, the Christmas bal, although being hit on all night long by a drunken guy dressed as a "North Pole fairy" isn't really my idea of the Christmas spirit, or even the Easter party but other than those, I don't usually show up to the others. Back in Bristol, during college, I didn't have a lot of friends, not that I mind, they were all wankers anyway. I was always studying, trying to get the best grades to get into med school here in London. So when I left my mum's house, there was not the slightest hint of regret on my mind. I was realizing my dream, getting to become a doctor with the opportunity to change things, or at least do some good in this fucked up world.

I actually met Cook at that infamous Christmas bal, I think he saw my desperation as I was trying to escape the "fairy", who now was in the process to show me his "toy", pervert. Cook pretended to be my boyfriend to save me from that fucking unwanted situation. As weird as it can seem; let's face it, I'm a bit of a nerd and he's..well...Cook, we really got each other from the first time we spoke at that party. He's the fun part in my life, the only thing that I have that is not perfectly in order. He is not desperately trying to be perfect, he doesn't really have a goal, and yet he manages to fully live his life, at high speed and without trying to excuse himself for who he is or what he does. He is the Cookie Monster, the other fucking tossers just have to deal with it. Haha, I'm quoting him. On the other side, I guess I am the stability that was missing from his life before we met. He knows he can rely on me when sometimes he goes over the edge and puts himself in trouble. As disgusting as his sexual jokes are, and God only knows how this guy manages to get dirty sometimes, we never shagged, and never will. We're more like brother and sister, protecting each other as we're both kind of misfits. And yet, perfectly fitted for one another.

So yeah, party. The thing is, seing as I never go to parties, I don't really have what you may call "party clothes". Or as I would call, "clothes that are not t-shirts and jeans". Shit. As much as I hate to admit it, I'll have to request Effy's help, or I'll just have to go there naked. Which is NOT an option.

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Forty-five minutes later and if I may say so myself, Effy and Katie, who insisted to help us ("I'm the fashion student, duh"), did an amazing job. I'm wearing a strapless deep purple dress, that stops just above my kness, with high black heels. As for my make-up, they decided for smoky eyes and slightly curled my peroxide blond hair so it's hanging loosely above my shoulders. Having Effy and Katie as roommates sometimes has its advantage. But that's like five percents of the time. Other than that, total bitches.

After Cook's arrival, punctuated by some kind of animal roaring when he saw my dress, we head for the party, all four of us. Arriving in front of the house, we can already hear the music blasting from the speakers and some guys and girls are already snogging their faces off, as if their lives depended on it. As we wait for Katie to find god knows what in her gigantic fake Vuitton bag, I realize this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, I feel as if something is going to happen to me tonight. Please, let's not be something including another fairy. Not something bad though, there is just this little hint of adventure and mystery filling the warm summer air, as if it was foreshadowing the universe's intentions or something. God, the spliff I smoke back at the apartment is definitely starting to kick in, I'm some kind of stoned Shakespeare now. Haha.

Katie lightly elbowing me brings me back to the real world.

"Look, it's my sister Emily!" she says, excitingly gesturing towards the front door. I didn't even know she had a sister. It takes me a while to focus before, finally, I see her. Oh my dear Lord.

So that's what the universe was trying to tell me.

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