A/N: This is my first fanfic so sorry if it's bad. There will be more chapters to come I promise. I am going to try and write 1 a day so you shouldn't have to wait too long for the next one. Please review and tell me what you think, also what you want to happen in the next chapters as that would be really helpful. Enjoy the chapter!
Freddie's POV
It's so awkward; I just don't know what to do. All I want is to be close to her but my best friend is right in front of us. Obviously this wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't in love with my girlfriend. Well, I say my girlfriend, that's how I'd like to think of her, but no one ever really knows what's going on in that girl's head. She chose me, I mean, we slept together last night. God I've missed her. Since that night in the woods all I've been able to do is think about her. Where she was, what she was doing, why she'd done that to Katie. But now I've found her, and she chose me.
Cook's staring at me; I wonder what he's thinking. He will never think that this is ok. I'm with the only girl he has ever loved. I didn't even know he was capable of love. He's just a sex-fuelled monster. Well, to give him some credit he's not just that. He's also drug-fuelled, alcohol-fuelled and hate-fuelled. At least we've sorted out one of them, his Dad. He is such a twat! How did Cook still think that the sun shone out of his arse for so many years? But then I suppose the hate wasn't just for his Dad for abandoning him so many times, it was at me too. For wanting Effy, for wanting JJ to forget about him, for realising how badly he treated me. I can't deal with this, I need more cider. I would have a spliff but I don't know how much longer we'll be on this fucking boat and I haven't got much left.
Jesus this boat is a shithole! Where the fuck is the alcohol? The door's just opened and closed behind me. "JJ where's the strongbow....JJ? Oh, Effy, hi."
It all happened in a bit of a blur really, I turned round and there she was, just standing there looking at me with that look she has where you can never tell anything that she's thinking. I didn't know what to say so I just stood there staring at her thinking how amazing she looked and how amazing last night was. She walked over to the shitty little make shift bed in the back of the boat grabbing my hand as she went. "Effy, we can't" I feebly protested but she is such a strong willed person, I couldn't help but do what she wanted. She pushed me down onto the lumpy boat cushions and started to undo my jeans.