Cook opens the shed door; you could hear the sound of loud music coming from the house. He stops at his tracks, and gives Freddie that devilish smile of his. Freddie puts on the look. The look of confusion and suspicion. The one that says 'Fuck, what crap is going to happen now?'
Cook, still smiling, screams out 'HEEEY BUDDY! THAT'S SOME FUCKING GREAT-ASS PARTY, EH?' His smile fades, he asks worriedly 'Hey, what's wrong?'
Freddie shrugs in reply. 'Effy. She's not here.'
Cook sits down, puts his arm over Freddie's shoulder and says 'Hey, man. You can have her if you want. I was never gonna end up with her anyway.'
Freddie's face lights up. 'Are you fucking serious here, man?'
They argue about it for quite some time. Cook gave the final blow. (For some reason, he's standing now) 'Look here, alright, Freddo? She loves you, you love her. You're better for her. I can't keep my cock in my pants for a minute. Cookie needs some action, you know. It's like listening to a song. You love it, have too much of it, then you get sick of it. Then you find a new one. But I know that you're going to say that Effy's different and all that romantic shit. I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired of all of that "No, man, I love her. It's not right for you to have her" crap. She's all yours.'
Freddie gets up, and gives Cook the most thankful hug he's ever given. 'Thanks a lot, Cook.'
Okay I think I should stop now. Read the next one to find out what happens. :)