"i'm crazy but you like that" - skins

Episode 4.1

My breath was as uneven as Cook's as we panted, the creaky bed in his cramped, student dorm room finally quieting down.
I slid off him as we tried to regain our breath and lay on the bed beside him.

"Holy fuck, that was good fucking sex, Josephine." He smiled to himself.
"Yeah, it was." I agreed, before hopping off the bed and pulling on my t-shirt.
"Where are you rushing off to? Do you not want some spliff?" He offered, gesturing to the blunt that had already been rolled on the windowsill above his head.
"I have a party to go to."
"A party? What - who the fuck was going to invite me?" He sat up as he stammered.
"It's girls only." I told him.
"Well, that sounds right up my fucking street. Where is it?" He questioned.
"Pandora's."
"You're going to get fucked at the weird girl's house?" He raised an eyebrow.
"It's just a sleepover."
"Holy fuck, man. I have to go to this party." Cook's eyes lit up and I could only imagine the visions of pillow-fighting in thongs and female play fighting and sexual experimentation that were running through his mind. He leant forward and began stroking me over the knickers I'd just pulled on, a pleading look in his eye. "What will it take for an invite?"
"Well, I suppose you can ask Pandora's mum. I've heard she cuts off the testicles of any male that comes within ten feet of her daughter." I informed him before swatting his hand away to be able to pull my leggings on.
"I'll see you there." Cook winked. I grabbed my phone and tobacco from his floor and sighed, realising that this was one of them times that he was not planning to take 'no' for an answer.
"Don't be a dick, Cook." I rolled my eyes as I approached the door.
"I'll see you there." He repeated, a huge grin plastered to his face.
"Whatever." I sighed, unwilling to battle this out with Cook.

I walked out of Cook's dorm, through the damp corridors and out into the open when my phone rang.
I read the name before answering: Michelle.

"Hey." I couldn't help but smile. It had been the first time in a while that I'd spoke to my sister.
"Hey. What have you been up to?"
"Not a lot." I shrugged.
"Still shagging that boy?"
"Cook? Yeah. I'm just leaving there actually." I told her.
"Oh, you're despicable." She chuckled.
"I haven't heard from you much, though." I pointed out, lighting a cigarette. "What's going on?"
"Uh, I've just - I've had a lot on my mind recently." She admitted.
"Like?"
"Like... Tony." She sighed.
"Tony? I thought you were getting over that, Michelle?"
"I was... I really was. And then he rang -"
"He rang?" I cut her off, feeling angry. "He has some fucking nerve, doesn't he? How many times did he cheat on you over the summer again?"
"I know, I know. He's just defending himself, I guess."
"Defending?" I scoffed. "Making excuses, you mean? Which ones did he come up with?"
"He says that he was worried that we weren't going to be able to make it work long-distance given that we were going to different universities, so it was natural for him to want to explore his opportunities." She filled me in.
"Why did he get back with you if he was so 'worried', then?" I demanded, before warning, "I hope you're not falling for this shit, Chelle."
"I'm not! I'm not, I swear." She assured me. "It's just - it's just hearing from him has brought up all that pain again, and I just didn't take it very well."
I sighed, feeling sympathetic for her. "God, him and his sister... they're toxic, that's what they are."
"Effy isn't -"
"Don't give me it." I cut her off, not wanting to hear any defence for Effy, who reminded me of her brother in too many ways.
"Okay. Where are you headed anyway?" She wondered.
"Uh, a sleepover."
She laughed hysterically on the other end of the phone. "A fucking what? A sleepover? Jofie Richardson going to a sleepover? Christ, you're going to tell me it's all girls going next!"
"It's only girls." I told her, and readied myself for her next bout of hysterics, which came quickly.
Before I could reply, I noticed the familiar face that I was anticipating to see, standing awkwardly on the corner ahead. "Whatever, a Chelle, I have to go anyway. I'll speak to you soon." I ended the call as she was still laughing. I was glad to have cheered her up either way.

"Hey. You got the bag?" I greeted the boy in the hoodie that I'd asked to score me some MDMA.
"Yeah. It took fucking ages to manage to score this for you. You partying tonight or something?"
"A sleepover."
He furrowed his brows. "A sleepover? You? That doesn't seem like your thing."
"I've heard that already."
He passed the bag of powder to me as I passed him the cash.
He shuffled in his step for a second before asking, "how's your sister?"
"Aside from being continually fucked over by your best friend? Fine." I raised an eyebrow, feeling protective after the conversation we'd just had. I then smiled, shoved the bag of drugs into my pocket, and waved, "see you later, Sid."