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

Episode 4.2

As I approached Pandora's house, I saw that Naomi was already stood, staring at her front door.
As I walked up behind her, the sound of a chorus of voices singing 'London's Burning' bellowed from inside Pandora's house.
"Fucking hell." Naomi muttered, before even greeting me. She looked less than impressed at the 'party' we'd been invited to.
"This sounds... fun." I winced.
And then from behind us came a sing-song, "hi!", from a voice that was unmistakably the nicer-natured twin.
Immediately I said, "I'll leave you to it", and entered Pandora's house through the open front door.

I walked towards the singing in the kitchen where Pandora, Katie, Effy and the woman who I guessed was Pandora's mum were whisking in mixing bowls.
As I walked in, the singing came to a halt, as Pandora yelled "shoes!" and launched towards me, attempting to pull off the trainers that were on my feet.
"Thank you, Pandora. And this is?" Her mother took a break from the whisking to walk over to me.
"Jofie." Pandora told her, before I'd had a chance to respond.
"Jofie? Weird name." I could see that Pandora and her mother shared the lack-of-filter trait.
"Well, her name is actually Josephine, mum." Pandora explained further.
"Yeah, Josephine is just a shit name, so -" I added, but I was immediately interrupted by her mum.
"We don't swear in this house, Josephine." She sternly spoke.
"Uh, sorry." I raised an eyebrow. And then Pandora's mum snatched my shoes that Pandora was holding and walked off with them, with Pandora following.
I was frozen with confusion about the type of house I was in, although I couldn't be surprised at Pandora's mum when Panda herself was unusually eccentric.

I was snapped out of my thought process when Katie asked, "has anyone seen Emily?"
"She's outside with Naomi." I told her.
"Oh, great." She rolled her eyes with a snap in her voice, and then stormed off, ready to be the overbearing sister that she was.

This left Effy and I alone in the kitchen, and to my surprise, I watched her pull out an identical baggy to the one in my pocket with MDMA powder in, and pour it into the brownie mixture while there was no one else around.
"Double it." I told her, reaching into my pocket to pull out the bag of drugs and throwing it towards her.
"It looks like we think alike." She raised an eyebrow as she picked up the bag of powder.
"Well, maybe the only thing we can agree on is that this 'party' will definitely fucking need it."
She nodded silently in agreement but didn't look back up, just poured in the MDMA that I'd brought on top of hers and began to mix again.

***

I leaned against the wall in Pandora's bedroom, opposite Naomi and the Fitch twins, and we all stared at the same thing. The Twister mat that was laid out perfectly on the floor.

"Twister?" Naomi's face curled up. "Are you shitting me?"
"It's not that bad, Naomi." I insisted. "It's fun."
Katie scoffed loudly. "Do we look twelve to you or something?"
"It's pretty..." Emily started and Naomi finished her sentence with, "ridiculous."
"Oh, pipe down. You don't have to worry. The brownies are spiked with MDMA." I assured them.
"What?" Emily immediately snapped.
Katie chuckled. "Wow. I appreciate you right now."
Naomi laughed to herself as well, a smile now showing on her face. "Me too."
Emily turned to Naomi, a judgemental look on her face. "You find this funny?"
"Yeah." Naomi shrugged, not a moment of hesitation before her answer.
"We wouldn't have survived this night without it, Emily." I told her, and I believed it.

There was a pause and then Naomi turned to Katie with a strangely friendly expression.
"So, Katie," she started, "are you going to be nice to me now that we're Twister pals? I promise not to grab your minge or anything."
And to my surprise, Katie smiled, and reciprocated the friendly expression that I'd never see the two girls share. "Okay, hands off the muff and we're sorted."
They both laughed and I couldn't help but giggle along with them. It was nice to see them getting along, and to see that Katie had finally started to back down from making Naomi's life a misery with her continuous comments.
The one person who wasn't laughing was Emily, who looked visibly less than impressed at the two getting along.

At that second, Pandora ran in, out of breath from racing up the stairs.
"Guys, look!" She yelled. "Mum made them specially!"
She held out the hand-stitched, hideously-coloured pyjamas to show us.
"Jesus." Naomi muttered, her previously happy face sunk back into the curled up expression from three minutes ago.
"Jofie, you can have 'sexy poo'!" Pandora exclaimed, chucking me the pink-striped pyjamas with the words 'sexy poo' badly sewn onto the front.
"Thanks." I shrugged.
"And you can have 'brainy poo'!" Pandora threw the next pair to Naomi.
"I can't wear this." Naomi insisted, holding it like it was dog shit that had just been tossed to her.
"Why not?" Pandora demanded. "It's a pyjama party!"
"Come on, Naomi." I encouraged. I was a strong believer that Naomi needed to loosen up sometimes.
"Yeah, Naomi." Katie surprisingly encouraged, before standing and saying, "give one here, Panda."
"Fine." Naomi sighed, and everyone began changing into the pyjamas, making Pandora smile from ear-to-ear.

I walked towards the window as I started getting changed, lifting my top up and over my head, and as I threw it on the floor, I shook my head at the familiar face that was peeking through the window.
As I stood there with a bare top-half, Cook was perched on the lower roof of the house, straining to see through the bedroom window, and staring happily at my exposed tits.
When he finally looked up to make eye contact with me, I grinned and mouthed 'you dickhead'.
He understood my mimed words and winked, before gaping once more at my bare chest. And then, I watched his foot stumble, and I watched as he toppled down from his position on the roof.

"What was that?" Naomi asked me.
"Nothing." I shook my head as I pulled on the pyjamas.
I looked at her again and she was shooting me the most unconvinced look you could imagine, and as usual, she knew that something was going on.

Once we were all changed and into the pyjamas, Effy burst through the bedroom door, with an absent and spaced-out look. She grabbed the pyjamas without hesitation and began to change without an ounce of thought.
It was quite clear that she'd been doing some brownie-snacking downstairs.

What I didn't expect came next, and that was Pandora's mum wandering in, looking equally - if not more - spaced out, carrying the plate of brownies that the entire room except Pandora, knew contained Class A drugs.
I raised my eyebrows and my jaw slightly dropped, but I couldn't help but smile at the humour in this situation.

"Look, mum! We're pretty in pink!" Pandora exclaimed, as everyone leant around her to grab the brownies.
"Oh, wow." Her mother responded in a slow voice. And then her eyes became wide and she asked, "wow. Can you hear that music?"
I laughed immediately, even more so when she began to sway to the 'beat' that was not audible to anyone else.
"Mum?" Pandora looked worried and confused.
"Yeah, I'm getting it." Effy nodded in her equally drugged-up state, and she began dancing along to the 'music', causing everyone else to giggle.
"What's she doing?" Pandora demanded, a frantic look in her eyes.
But everyone else just started dancing too, as we all wolfed down the brownies.
"This is brilliant!" Pandora's mother gushed.
"What have you done?" Pandora shouted this time.
I sighed, picked up another brownie and passed it to her, who reluctantly took it. "Just eat a brownie, Panda."

A/N: I've decided that this is going to my last Skins fic as it's my 3rd one now.
But I have to say how THANKFUL I am to have 5k on this already, and 90k+ now on my first fic 'New Girl'. It's crazy!!! 🥺 I read all of your comments and just LOVE that people are actually reading my stuff.