Rating: PG-13 for language and sexual references.
Word count: 710
Pairing: Maxxie/Tony with hints of Tony/Michelle.
Spoilers: The whole of series 1, especially episode 9.
Disclaimer: Skins and all of the characters do not belong to me. How I wish they were, but they aren't.
Summary: Tony's finally out of hospital and Maxxie has to deal with seeing Michelle back with him. But things aren't always as easy as you may think.
“Do we have to watch this shit?” The others hadn’t really expected Michelle, Jal or Cassie to enjoy watching the video. But they’d forced us to watch it a few times before and it was a chance to get wasted. The bottle of vodka stood on the glass table, the cap beside it and eight shot glasses were filled to the brim at the other end of the table. I’d already drained one of the small glasses and my eye was drawn to another. Yes, Jenny Smith’s Aerobic Workout was wonderful for the others but I guess I was on the girls’ side when it came to watching it as a group. ‘Fuck it,’ I thought and reached forwards, and tipped the glass of burning liquid down my throat. That felt better.
“Mind yourself, Maxxie,” Anwar sounded entranced by the video already. “We don’t want you getting drunk before we are. Remember, you only drink when we see a nipple…” He broke off as the lovely Miss Smith finished the warm-up and started the main exercise.
I sighed and leaned back in the sofa. It was great to back with everyone, especially Tony after his ordeal in hospital. That was why we here: he was finally out and someone (maybe Michelle?) thought it would be best to all meet up and do something fun. Well, I can’t speak for the others but this was far from my idea of fun. Jal looked bored, Cassie high and Michelle… well, she was all over Tony. Of course, he hardly noticed; his gaze was firmly fixed on the television screened and that just made Michelle work all the harder. I sighed again. Seeing them two together was hard enough, after
“I’m just going to go to the…” No one was listening anyway, so I slipped out softly. As soon as I was out, I turned and leant against the wall, my eyes closed. I hated this. I hated seeing him; I hated him and Michelle being together… I slipped down the wall slowly and felt myself sit on the floor, my head against the soft wallpaper. I shouldn’t feel like this. He was straight, he was with Michelle and he was a manipulative twat.
And I wanted him.
I looked up and there he was. I blinked a few times, checking that I wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating. I hadn’t drunk that much, or smoked anything… had I?
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I murmered something inaudible and stood slowly. I wasn’t sure how to react: I didn’t want to act like some stupid simpering schoolgirl but at the same time it was hard to get the words out.
“I’m glad your okay, Tony.” I blurted out. He smiled widely, a smile that seemed real. But with Tony, you could never tell.
“Thanks Max.” His eyes moved sideways in thought and then he continued. “I missed you when I was in hospital. How come you didn’t come to see me?” His eyebrows raised a little. I was flustered and I knew it.
“Sorry Tone,” I said, buying time. “I just… I would’ve done, but I thought, with all the stuff, with Michelle… it wouldn’t have been right.” I ended rather lamely. He looked genuinely hurt and that made me feel awful. He leaned on a little and I could smell the faint odour of aftershave that sent tingles down my back, see the bright blue of his eyes and made me want to press my lips to his. Instead, we stayed as we were, eyes locked. His seemed to bore into mine and I couldn’t look away. His lips parted a little, closed again and then smiled. Before I could stop him, he pressed in and placed his mouth to mine. It was a quick kiss and he was gone before I could realise. But it was wonderful. I closed my eyes: what the fuck was I going to do?