SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET SERIES 7 UP! BUT IT'S FINALLY HERE!
There wasn't much going on in Part 1 of Skins Fire, so this picks up during Part 2 and these are going to be a series of one shots.
ENJOY!
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It's been 5 years since my whole incident and everything is going well.
Freddie and I are still together, of course, we now live in London. Freddie grew his hair out and it looks extremely sexy. Gives me more to pull on when he's pounding me.
London is married, FINALLY, and she lives in Cambridge with her husband and she finally took my idea with doing interior design.
Cook is still in jail, unfortunately and Effy is doing well here in London with us. I mean she doesn't live with us; she lives in her own flat with Naomi.
Naomi has taken an interest in comedy. She's not that bad too. But unfortunately, Naomi has been diagnosed with cancer. Yes! I said it, cancer. But she's doing well and of course Emily doesn't know.
Effy is an assistant at a stock company, but she recently has been promoted to stockbroker.
I am a nurse in the hospital on the pediatric floor and Freddie is studying to become a lawyer and has a very nicely paid internship. Crazy right? Freddie the lawyer. Cook says he's doing it in case he gets in any more trouble and Freddie can get him out. Hopefully Cook doesn't do anything else after he gets out... if he gets out.
Anyway, Freddie and I are visiting Cook today and we have another picture to give him. The inmates come in and Cook sits in front of Freddie and I.
"Hi Cook."
"Ana. Freddie. Always a pleasure. To what do I owe the visit?"
"I have another picture for you." I reach in my bag and slide it across the table. He looks at it and his eyes widen.
"Are you serious?" I nod my head. "Fucking top man!"
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He tries to hug us but the guard is right there to make sure he doesn't. He composes himself and sits back down. "How you feeling Freds?"
"I've never been so happy." He says, beaming.
"I knew something was up. I just thought you were getting fat." I narrow my eyes. He looks at the ultrasound again. "Wait, something's wrong with it."
