So this is not my usually one-shot I am going to write more stories on Skins, and not just Naomi and Emily. This is what happened to Cook after the end of Series 4. So enjoy and please review, I would like to see what people think.
I was left lifeless, like a body without a heart, like Naomi without blond hair; just not right, not complete. My best friend who was also a person I loved (along with the other muskateer, Double J) was gone and I could do nothing about it. All I could do was mourn my loss.
Who knows what love is?
Some say it is where you are so madly in love with someone even when you are angry at your loved one you cannot help just wanting to collapse into there arms and make love all night. Others would argue that it is like puppy love everything is perfect however that sloppy stuff has to wear off at some point, doesn't it? This is what I found out in the coming months; I learnt this the hard way. I was Cook and to the group of friends I was with, I was the one who splashed about and couldn't get hurt physically or mentally not from anything. However with my best friends death having a lasting effect on me and his girlfriend coming to me for comfort, this fact about not getting hurt was beginning to get lost somewhere in the middle of them two events happening. As well as that I have another murder on my shoulder however this one was for a worthy cause he deserved it. John Foster, that bastard fucking messed with Effy's mind and killed my best friend. Therefore that fucking mental bucket has reason to be dead, stupid little pussy fart was begging for his life; as I suspect Freddie was when Foster beat him half to death and just left him to die.
I told Karen that Freddie had gone away for a couple more months to sort his head out, so she carried on watching her Gossip Girl something or other box-set, I wasn't really listening to her explain about some American, posh upper-Manhattan twat, carelessly lose his girlfriend because they were soon to be half-brother and sister; I had fucking real issues to worry about.
We, Effy, and me were in Freddie's shed just sitting there, both thinking about the same thing, Freddie.
"You alright Eff? You look sad babes, what's up, come on you can tell Cookie anything" I asked Effy in a worried tone, I knew the answer was going to be about Freddie and I hadn't told her about him yet.
"It's just I am worried about Freddie Cook, he wouldn't do a runner, not to me, not just like that," Effy answered, in a confused tone,
"Look Eff, I have to tell you some think about our Freddie-Break, like…um...he is gone babes…like never coming back sort of thing," I answered waiting for a reply
"What…When…. When did you see Freddie to know this, I can't believe you didn't tell me Cook, is he ok, where has he gone?"
"Eff, I don't know how to say this but, like, you know that John Foster character, well, his kind of a mental one he is and well…"
"Cook don't, John help me so much when I was in that funny farm,"
"Eff, that man isn't fucking nothing to you, don't even take his side, he isn't what you think he is, trust, " I was getting frustrated now, how she could stick up for him,
"He helped me Cook, I am grateful to him, what he did for me Cook you don't understand," before Effy could finish, I just come out with it, I just had to let her know that Foster wasn't a barrel of laughs and that he isn't as great as she thinks.
"Are you grateful that he killed your boyfriend Eff," as I said this I see Effy's face just drop.
"Come on, stick-up for that cunt now Eff, he killed your boyfriend and my best friend and you're thankful to him yeah," I continued
"No Cook, don't do that, John wouldn't do that to me, he just wouldn't," I could see her eyes well up as she said this, I don't know weather it was because of Freddie's death or that she thinks I would lie about such a thing.
"Yes, he fucking would because he is as mental as the place he worked in Eff, I wouldn't lie about this babes," I tried to justify myself.
"Cook, don't mess with my mind, don't head fuck me; I don't need this, I miss Freddie, Cook," Effy replied still not believing me.
"You still don't believe me do you Eff, well…I can prove it; I will take right now to Mr. Foster's house and show you," still fighting my case.
"Alright then if you think your right," she said sure I was still lying
"But Eff, I am telling you now, when you get in his house, you got to be prepared for what your gonna see, babes, it is horrible even for a sane person to see, let alone a half sane person, alright" I warned her,
"I will be fine Cook you gonna take me then."
So that was the first chapter, of many I am sure. Please review and tell me what you think, I will appreciate it a lot, Cheers, until next time.
