Skins UK One Shot

Although you weren't overly too thrilled to be going to a party, Maxxie wanted to go and he was your best friend so you were willing to sacrifice your happiness for him for the night. The only problem was that you knew he was going to take what felt like a year to get ready as he did every time you were going somewhere.

When you turned up to his place, his dad told you that he was still in his room, so sent you along you way to go kick his butt. You knocked on his door, but he ignored you, as you expected him to. Rather than wait for him to answer the door, which would result in your death of old age, you turned the handle and began to open the door.

"I'm coming in and you better be wearing clothes."

With one hand grasping the handle, the over covered your eyes. On more than one occasion you had walked into his room, and he had decided to not to warn you that he wasn't dressed. You had seen more than you had wanted of your best friend.

Once the door was open, you parted your fingers to peak and see if he was actually decent. He wasn't dressed but at least he was wearing underwear.

"Well at least that is a step in the right direction since last time when you scarred me," you smirked, taking a seat on his bed, knowing it wasn't going to take only a couple of minutes for him to get ready.

"Don't act like you didn't like what you saw," he laughed, turning his attention from his pile of clothing that lay on the floor towards you instead.

"I've seen better."

He rolled his eyes at you, whilst he picked up a random shirt before discarding it to the floor again for no apparent reason.

"I don't know what to wear," he said thoughtfully analysing the garments scattering the room.

"What does it matter?" You sighed. "Just put on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. We're going to a party not a fashion show. And knowing you, you won't even be wearing them by the end of the night."

He gave you a warning look as he grabbed what you knew was his favourite shirt and a general pair of jeans and pulled them on.

"Don't judge me Y/N. I actually want to look remotely decent and try to make an effort, at least then I might have a chance to get a boyfriend," he stated firmly. "Unlike you."

You playfully shoved his arm. "Don't insult me, of I won't be your wing woman."

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Written by Charlotte.