A/N – Hello, I know I've not been around recently and I will update SotN eventually, I've hit a writer block with it and then I got this idea and I had to simply write it, I'm also writing a one-shot about Emily's life which is AUish and last time I checked it was about 15,000 words long and I'm no where near finished yet. Anyway hope you like this and don't worry it will become Naomily based later on but it primarily focuses on Emily and Cook's friendship/ relationship. All mistakes are my own (there probably quiet a few I've missed), thanks for reading and please drop us a review, enjoy! :)

Crazy X


Chapter One

I don't why I'm here, parties have never really been my thing, I would prefer to be reading my book or doing the coursework I have yet to start which is due in next week. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy going out but this is the third party I've been to this week and it's not even the weekend yet. So here I am, sat on this alcohol soaked sofa, nursing my beer bored out of fucking mind. Now you may be wondering why I've come when I clearly don't want to be here, well there's two reasons, actually there's three reasons but I'll never admit the third to anyone except my best mate. So the first reason is my sister, Katie. She is a selfish, obnoxious, total slut and a downright bitch. She guilt's me into coming to these things saying I don't come out enough or we haven't spent a lot of time together recently, except once we arrive she'll drop me to stick her tongue down some guys throat. Yeah I know, real good sibling bonding going on there, but I would rather not have an argument.

The second reason is my best mate James but everyone else calls him Cook, I'm the only person that gets away with calling him by his first name. We have known each other since we were six years old. We were both lonely characters playing by ourselves in primary school, me because I was always in Katie's shadow and him because well he's Cook, he pushes people away to protect himself. One day we just got talking and they say the rest is history, the fact we were both kind of social outcast brought us closer together, even though James always wanted to be centre of attention. We have always been there for each other and here we are ten years later and we're still thick as thieves. The best way to describe Cook is that he is the male version of Katie, boisterous, a bit of a prick and totally confident with the ladies. He is basically the complete opposite of me and quite frankly had it not been for our long and strong friendship I would probably find him crude and a complete cunt, but I know the real James Cook and that his behaviour is all a front to protect himself.

You see he used to a caring and considerate, he has always had that Cook charm about him, he just didn't use it to get into girls knickers. It was at the age of fourteen when is world changed upside down. His shithead of a mum fucked him over and chucked him out of the house. I managed to convince my parents to offer him the sofa for a few nights before he moved in with his uncle Keith at the local pub but during those few weeks James totally changed. He stopped trusting people, and became very aggressive and distance, I even lost contact for while, but when he finally returned he was no longer the six-year-old James I knew and loved. He was now Cook with an 'I don't give a fuck' attitude but I know James is still in here and I'm probably one of the only people to see that side of him now.

Now the third reason I come to these stupid parties, the reason I'll never admit to anyone except Cook but it's probably the most important reason and that is because Naomi Campbell attends most of these gatherings. No, not the supermodel because quiet honestly my Naomi is a thousand times more beautiful and I have loved her for like forever. She went to the same secondary school as James and me but I was so confused and scared about what I felt for the blonde, I never found the courage to talk her. I knew that I was possible gay for quiet a while before Naomi entered my life but just one look at her took my breath away.

It was at our Year 11 leaving party when it finally happened. With some Dutch courage and a prep talk from Cook (he knew about Naomi for awhile), I went in search of Naomi knowing this may be the last time I see her. I found her outside smoking by herself, she seemed a bit surprised to see me, but we fell into easy conversation. It felt so good to be talking to her like that and for it feel so comfortable and prefect as well made it feel like the most natural thing in the world. Somewhere during all the talking, our lips crashed together and her tongue was invading my mouth, I couldn't tell you who started the kiss because I can't remember, all I could do was feel it. And my god it felt fucking amazing, fantastic, brilliant, perfect, beautiful and million other words that made that kiss life changing. I remember the feel of butterflies in my stomach and fireworks going off, truly spectacular until she broke it off said she sorry and ran away. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I tried to contact her during the summer but she just disappeared, Cook told me she went aboard and that broke my heart. I didn't see Naomi again until the beginning of College, it was a complete surprise, a wonderful surprise though, I had been given a second chance, and I was damn sure that I was going to use it. By some sweet chance of luck we were put in the same fucking tutor group and even better than that, we made the same group of friends. I tried to make conversation with her, asked her about her summer but she totally blanked me, treated me like a stranger but I was persistent and kept at it. Eventually the rejection got to much for me and after a couple of months I gave up, convinced Naomi felt nothing for me and that kiss meant nothing to her and so I am now destined to watch her from afar.

That's what I'm doing now, Naomi is standing over by the corner talking to Effy. She is stunning beautiful, just sporting a pair of skinny jeans and a blue checked shirt and I would do anything to be that bottle of Becks that her long divine figures are holding. She and Effy hang out a lot together and I get quiet put out that she gets to talk to Naomi while I am not even acknowledged, despite having the same circle of friends. I have nothing against Effy though, she's a good friend mainly because she knows how to rile Katie up as they fight for the place of Queen Bee and I'm sure she knows about my crush as she has subtly commented on it once or twice before now. Of course, Cook fucked her first day of college and had I not been so hooked up on Naomi, I'd probably join the queue.

I continue to daydream about the blonde and stare at her beautiful features, those stunning blue eyes, her long legs that seem to go on forever and that fine arse to die for. But then as she sense's someone is watching her she glances my way and I quickly divert my eyes to the left of me and find my jack ass of a best mate with a shit eating grin on this face. I know what he's thinking but I'm not going to let him comment on it because I'll never hear the end of it.

"Where the fuck have you been, I've been stuck here like a fucking lemon!" I mock glare at him.

"Chilliax Emilio, you'd seem to be enjoying the view" he waggles his eyebrows.

I punch his arm playfully, "Fuck off, have you got a pill or something"

"Sure have," He says as he pulls out a clear bang of pills and passes me one, I swallow it and down the rest of my beer.

"You know we could always try to get your little blonde lover jealous"

I sigh sadly, "It'll never work Cook, she isn't interested in me"

"Dunno 'bout that babe, she's been staring at you for the past five minutes" he grins.

"What" I state shocked as I spin my head so fast I think I may have broken it. My eyes meet Naomi's but she quickly looks away and starts talking to Effy again.

"Come Emilio" Cook suddenly says grabbing my arm and dragging me off the sofa towards to mass crowd of people to dance with me. I'm reluctantly at first but as the pill starts to loosen me up I being to get into it, I lift my arms up into the air and move my body to the beats of the music. I don't even notice Cook as he comes up behind, his hands drifting down to my hips as the combination of the pill and alcohol begin to take over my body.

"Sure you don't want to give blondie a show?" he says suggestively.

I shrug, "Why not"

Cook might be a ladies man but he has never tired it on with me even before he knew about Naomi and he'll never ditch me for some shag, he knows when I need him. Cook grips my hips tighter and pulls me back so my arse is resting in his crotch, I start to grind against him as his hands go walk about. His left hand reaches around me and gasps my right breast, kneading it while his other hand starts to stroke the inside of thigh. He starts kissing my neck, I tilt my head back giving him better access, and even though I know this is all for show I can't help but moan and I can feel him grinning like a lunatic against my neck at the gesture, he does it every time we do this. Now to most people, this would seem like foreplay but it's not, Cook and me have done this many times before, usually to get him girl attention so I know his gestures are completely innocent. However, this time there is something different, maybe it's the pill Cook gave me, it feels like there's butterflies fluttering in my stomach, it's kind of nice but all too soon he pulls away and turns me to face him.

"Holy fuck, did you see her face," he laughs pointing to Naomi's retreating figure but I can only see the back of her head as she disappears into the kitchen.

"If looks could kill I'd be dead right know" he howls and I snort at his behaviour.

He passes me two shots of tequila which I down both immediately, the liquid burning the back of my throat. I want to believe him and I do, it's just Naomi has shown no interest in me expect for that one kiss, my first and only kiss with a girl, in fact with another person.

It gets me thinking how can I know I'm gay from one kiss, well I have watched porn and the men on that disgusted me more than anything. I think back to dancing with Cook and that feeling I got and Cook is a bloke, so I could check and I know Cook will do it. I mean we have kissed before, well not kissed but passed a pill but that lips and tongues touching right, not much more difference.

"Cook"

He glances over his shoulder while dancing, "Hmmm"

"Kiss me" I say a lot more confidently than I'm feeling, probably due to the alcohol.

"What?" he spins around looking confused.

"Just kiss me, I need to check something"

He shrugs, "'lright"

He learns down, kisses me on the lips, its short and sweet as he pulls back almost immediately grinning, and continues to dance. I was hoping I would feel nothing and I could continue to fantasise about Naomi but that is not what just happened. I find myself wanting more, his tongue in my mouth, his skin against mine, and his lips to assault my senses. I shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts, this is Cook we're on about, my best friend, he's like a brother to me. I should not be having thoughts like that but I can't help it because that kiss, I've only even had that feeling with one other person. Although, I have only ever kissed two people so maybe that's what all kisses feel like, and I decide in my complete intoxicated state that more experimentation is needed, the pill giving me the confidence I need. I turn away from Cook dancing with some health and beauty bimbo blonde and come face to face with a tall looking bloke, well tall for me with brown wavy hair.

"Can I kiss you?" I shout over the music. The guy nods vigorously before leaning in and claiming my lips, I deepen it with my tongue. I eventually pull away because I didn't feel anything at all so simple turn away determined to find someone that will give me that feeling. So far, I've snogged the face off three guys and two girls while all the time getting more and more drunk because I have still not felt anything that can compare to Cook or Naomi, it's becoming rather frustrating but I'm determine to find someone. I'm about to ask another guy, when I feel a hand on my shoulder and I'm spun around to come face to face with Cook.

"Emily, what the fuck are you doing? Trying to snog the entire party, I thought you were Katie for a sec." he chuckles.

"I'm experimenting," I slur leaning into him to keep my balance, I don't wanna land on my arse, that would be embarrassing.

He raises an eyebrow that rather reminds me of Effy, "Really?"

I nod over exaggerated and giggling, "Yep, but the results are not incon… inc… not very good. I think I need to take it to the next level"

"What are you on about?" he frowns.

"I mean I'm going to have to fuck someone" I say with a complete serious face before I burst out laughing.

"What?" he seems to sober up instantly at my outburst.

I drunkenly giggle, "Oh, don't worry Cook it's for scientific purposes"

"Your crazy, what have you taken?" he looks total baffled, as if he is really wondering that I am Katie.

"Nothing" I turn around and tap on a random guys shoulder, he turns around and looks me up and down, "Do you what to shag me?" the guy looks stunned and is about the answer when Cook steps in.

"Fuck off now man, before I kick the shit outta of you," the guy hurries away.

I whine like a five year old, "Cook why'd you do that" I slur putting on my best death glare, "Are you going to do that to every person I ask"

"Too fucking right I am," he says matter-of-factly.

"Then you're going to have to fuck me" my intoxicated brain blurts out before I process it, my hand shoots to cover my mouth, like doing that will take back what I said.

He laughs disbelievingly, "You're fucking crazy Emilion, I'm not going to fuck you" I get slightly angry as Cook grabs my arm, "Come on, I think it's time I got you home"

I rip my arm out of his hold harshly, "Why not, I'm not suitable like all those other girls you shag" I sneer dangerously.

"Course not, that's kind of the reason. I wouldn't you to be another one of those girls, you're too special besides you're like my sister"

"Then we could be Swedish siblings?" he chuckles shaking his head, "Please Cook, I'm fucking 17 year old, I'll be 18 in seven months and I'm still a fucking virgin, it's not normal you must be ashamed of me."

He rest a hand on my shoulder, "Never and who cares if you're still a virgin, JJ's still one"

"Oh well that's fucking great, I'm asking for your help here James" I hiss and shrug him off, looking at him defiantly.

"I thought you'd want someone like Naomi to be your first"

I sigh sadly, "I'll be 40 before that happens"

"Look Emily, I'm not gonna take you virginity for the sake of takin' it"

I exploded, "James I don't give a shit, if you're not going to do it I'll find someone that will"

I glare at him before turning on my heel and walking away but James grabs my arm, I try to shake him away but he has a firm grip. I'm about to demand he let go of him but he presses a figure to my lips silencing me. I look up at his face, he's biting his lip and has a thoughtful expression, which is really strange because Cook never thinks he just does it. It seems like a lifetime before James decides to talk again.

"Come on then" he nods towards the stairs.

I smile brightly, "Really?"

He nods "If it will stop this madness"

"Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!" I jump up and down hugging him like a six year on Christmas morning. Cook rolls his eyes and mutters something like 'crazy bitch' and 'can't believe I'm doing this' but I ignoring him and the weird looks I'm getting. I grab his hand and drag him upstairs without even contemplating what I am doing.


I pull Cook into one of the four bedrooms and lock the door, I turn around to glance around the room; there is a cosy king sized bed in the centre of the room pushed up against the opposite wall, the curtains are still open so the street lights illuminates the room. I move quickly over the bedside lamp turning it on before drawing the curtains shut and looking back at Cook shyly.

Cook and I standing at opposite sides of the room, which obviously is not the optimum position for us to be in. I'm nervous but I hesitantly pull my top up over my head, I decided to wear a nice red lace bra with matching knickers today and I was suddenly very glad I did as we make our way to each other.

We resume our kissing from earlier, this time with tongue. It takes me a minute to get into the rhythm but once I do, I feel pleased with how it's going. Cook is a very good kisser, I try to subtly mimic his movements and use my tongue against his, both fighting for dominance. He unhooks my bra expertly with one hand and I grin into the kiss, very impressed.

"Not my first time babe" He stares down at my assets in amazement making me blush.

Cook begins to knead my breasts and pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which causes me to groan loudly, and it stirs something in my body that goes directly between my legs making me squirm a little, trying to get much needed fiction. As Cook continues to fondle my breasts, apparently lost to their wondrous charms, I decide it is time to broach a subject that had been weighing heavily on my mind.

"This'll be my first time okay, so I want you to let me be on top. And don't laugh if I do anything wrong." I moan as Cook kisses along my collarbone.

"I dunno," Cook says thoughtfully, "Sex is pretty funny, babe. All that moaning and groaning, willies and hoo-ha's. I can't promise anything."

I laugh amused at his antics, "You are so not the person I envisioned this happening with."

"Are you sure you still want to do this" Cook asks concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Between friends right?"

"Just friends" Cook says gently, drawing me in close.

We remove the rest of our clothes, until he is left in just his boxers and me in my red lace thong, which Cook seems to very interested in. We make a rather awkward transition from snogging standing up to lying on the bed, it isn't quite the smooth, soft-focus manoeuvre I'd imagined it would be. Still, as I straddle his waist and begin to rub my body against his, feeling the strain of his erection through his underwear I feel excited at the prospect of losing my virginity finally even if it isn't with the person I imagined, but somehow it feels more special losing it to James.

Cook licks at my left tit, sucking gently on my nipple, forcing me to arch my back, pushing my breast more fully into his mouth and I close my eyes at the sensations running though out my body. I whimper softly, Oh god, Naomi, I chant inside my head and try not to say it aloud, I don't want him knowing what effect he is having on me. Wait, did I just moan Naomi's name, good job I didn't say that out load, that would definitely make things awkward. I mean shouldn't I be thinking Oh god, James. Oh, fuck it, I'll just think of the both of them.

Cook suddenly brings me out of my mind by moving from my left breast to my right and flicks the nipple repeatedly with his tongue. Oh, Jesus yes! Less thinking, more licking. I can feel the wetness begin to pool between my legs, my body trembles and jerks as the pressure builds, and I instinctively begin to grind harder against Cook's erection.

Suddenly, Cook reaches for my hips and stills my movements, "Listen, if you're gonna keep doing that, we should probably move onto the next phase of this operation…" When I look down at him uncomprehendingly, he prompts, "Much as I love the grinding, it might be better if my dick was inside you"

"Oh. Right," I blush at his words.

I quickly hop off the bed and Cook moans at the loss of contact. I scamper over to Cook's discarded jeans, rummaging hurriedly through the pockets until, Bingo! I find what I was looking for, Cook always carries a condom or two in his wallet, I might be intoxicated, but I'm not that stupid.

When I turn around, I notice a music player on the cabinet with an iPod connected to it, I walk over to it and switch it on, Florence + the Machine's 'You've Got the Love' began to play softly across the room. I smile to myself before turning back to Cook, who raises an eyebrow at me.

"Shut up, it's my party." I grin as climbed back onto the bed, straddling Cook's thighs.

For a lesbian, who has never touched a cock before, I'm feeling pretty confident about the whole condom thing, I have practiced on a banana a bunch of times, just for my own enlightenment. I usually give the bananas to my brother for his lunch afterwards, just because the idea of him eating a proxy dick makes me laugh. We both peel off our last piece of clothing, both getting our first look at each other, and my eyes widen at the size of him. How the bloodly fuck it that going to fit, he is huge, I thought to myself as I look up a Cook who is smirking at me.

He reaches down in-between us and I panic as he places his hand on a place that I have only touched before. As his fingers press against me all feelings of panic dissipate and replaced by a feeling so fucking amazing I couldn't stop him even if I wanted too. I relax as he circles my cilt, a loud groan escaping my lips as I hold onto Cook's shoulders as my body starts to tremble. He gently slips a figure inside of me, both of us moaning at the warmth and tightness of it. With his free hand he grabs the back of my neck pulling me down into an all-consuming kiss as he slips another figure into me, continuing to slowly pump in and out of me, I could feel my juices staring to run down my legs.

I am so fucking turned on right now that I'm pretty certain that if I didn't get release soon, I would die. Therefore, I am complete and utterly bewildered when Cook pulls his figures out, and I look at him as if he had grown two heads.

He smirks at my expression, "I think your ready babe"

It takes me a minute to understand what he means and I grin wildly before sitting back on my heels and gasping the base of cock with my small hand that did not quiet reach all the way round. I still didn't know how it was going to fit but I'd crazy if I backed out of this now and didn't get the release I so desperately craved. With careful concentration, I rolled the condom down over his cock, and I positioned myself so his tip is pushing up against my entrance.

I pause, and exhale unsteadily. I don't know why it felt like a big deal, I had fingered myself enough times before, a cock was just a bigger version of that. As if sensing that I needed reassuring, James reaches for my hand and squeezes gently and looking at me comfortably, it ease's my nervousness knowing James is here with me and letting me run the show, so to speak. With half-close eyes, I stroke his cock a few times and then I push my hips down so that he fills me to the hilt.

It is painful and overwhelming but also, "Fuck yeah."


We lay side-by-side on the bed hours later, sweaty, sated, and exhausted. I stare at the ceiling and concentrate on breathing in and then breathing out again, I feel completely overwhelmed and satisfied, it is the best thing I had ever felt. I cannot keep the smile of my face if I tried.

"You know," James says conversationally, "I've been thinking about dying my hair blond. Growing it a bit, so it falls in my face, all melodramatic like."

I frown in confusion, "What?"

"You kept calling me Naomi, sweetheart," he says, "So maybe I should make the changes. Embrace my new persona."

"Shit." I roll over, burying my face in his chest so that I don't have to look at him, "Sorry."

Cook laughs and I feel it reverberate up his windpipe, "Don't apologize, darling."

I look up, studying Cook's face. I start to say something, then hesitate chewing the inside of my cheek. "Was I okay?" I ask at last. "I mean, I know I wasn't great, but I—"

"I wasn't exactly running the show, sweetheart, but I enjoyed it. I got mine, you definitely got yours. So I think we did pretty well." He plants a quick kiss close to my hairline.

"Thanks, James. You've weirdly made tonight kind of—" I teeter on the edge of using the word special, a term supplied to me by a hundreds teen novels. I amended the comment with "Less-than-terrible."

"I'll take less-than-terrible as a compliment." Cook says amused, "You know, we could go again if you think you're still a lezza"

"Maybe some other time, I think I'll die if we go again" I smile thinking back on the four mind-blowing orgasms Cook had brought out of me tonight. I levered myself up into a sitting position. "I should probably get dressed." I pause to think, the world crowding back into my head.

I retrieve my clothes from the floor and dress quickly, it's still somewhat weird to be standing in front of my best friend naked. My body feels slightly alien to me, raw in places where I have been licked, stroked, and fucked. I finish pulling up my skirt and throwing my purple spaghetti-strap tank over my head. I open the door a fraction and slid out through the gap, but before leaving I cast a sidelong glance at Cook, who has remained on the bed still naked lighting a fag and seemingly unconcerned about everything.

I go to the bathroom to freshen up and calm myself down form the on-coming headache and assault to thoughts. As leave the bathroom and traipse downstairs, I find Katie standing in the middle of the hallway, hands on hips looking at me with death in her eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been" she sneers, "It nearly three in the fucking morning."

"None of you're fucking business," I snap back at her, the headache does nothing but increase my anger.

He growls angrily, "We promised dad we'd be back by one, so what the fu-"

Katie stops shorts as Cook walks out the bedroom and proudly trots down the stairs coming to a halt by me as he is slipping on his t-shirt. Katie is looking between us with a stunned expression, like she's just realised I'm her long lost twin or something.

"You… You and Cook?" Katie asks in a quiet voice as if saying it to will make it less true, "You shagged Cook?"

Well that didn't take her long to figure out and I seriously hope it's because of our 'just fucked' look rather than because she heard us. Cause I was quiet loud if I remember correctly and Cook mentioned I was calling him Naomi. Oh fuck, this is totally embarrassing, I sure my face is turning as red as my hair.

"Yes Katie, I fucked Cook, have you got a problem with that" I snap sarcastically but my glare falters when right at that moment Naomi decides to walk into the hallway.

Oh, Shit! I start to panic, her face is emotionless but her eyes, to anyone else they would look normal, but I can tell they have unshed tears behind them, which begs the question why is she upset. It can't be about me and Cook because she hasn't shown any interested in me, something must of happened while I was gone. Whatever ever it is I want to run up to her a hug the life out of her and make her feel happy again but I don't and just continue to stare at her.

"I was just going" Naomi says quietly, offering me a small smile before slipping out the front door.

I turn back to Katie who looks angry, shocked, and upset all at the same time. She is about to exploded, I know the signs, and I am not in the mood to fight right now, so grab Cook's hand, and drag him out of the house ignoring Katie screams and protests as she follows us out. The walk back to my parent's house, or stagger in my case as Cook has to hold me most of the way because my legs still feel like jelly from my 'intense workout' with Cook and I'm still very drunk, although the effects are starting to wear off and it's making me sleepy. We travel in silence, there no words passed between us, just the continuous clicking of Katie's heels as she walks behind Cook and me and offering a disapproving grunt when Cook lights a spilff that we share between us. Ten minutes later we arrive at my house, Katie doesn't offer a goodbye, just pushes past us, and enters the house the door slamming behind her.

"Night Cook, see you at college tomorrow," I say tiredly, with hooded eyes.

"See ya Emilio," he hugs me and kisses my brow before walking back down the street we've just come from.

I open the front door and shrug of my jacket and shoes before crawling up the stairs into my bedroom, lucky I don't share with Katie anymore. I quickly look towards Katie's bedroom and notice her lights are already out, thank god, I don't think I could deal with her right now.

Dad invited this all-in one gym set thingy and he became mega rich because of it. Our lifestyle has not really changed that much except for the new house with five supersized bedrooms, three sparking superb bathrooms, a super modern kitchen and five acres of garden space, okay so maybe it has changed quite a bit. We also got new cars, my mum has her shiny new black Range Rover, while my dad drives a Jaguar XF and an Aston Martin DBS Coupe but he only drives that when he needs to show off his money. For mine and Katie's sweet sixteen birthday party we also got our own cars, me I wanted to stay simple and got a Mini Cooper One in lipstick red to match my hair while Katie got a Fiat 500. I'm proud to say I passed my driving test with flying colours just last month, while Katie has failed twice and has seemed to have given up, which was funny at first but now annoys the hell out of me because I'm now her own personal chauffeur.

Anyway, back to point, our lifestyle has not really changed that much except for the added luxuries, as mum and dad still make us work really hard for them. They want all three of us, me, Katie and James to get a good education and have well paid jobs at the end, they don't want us relying on them for money, although it's nice knowing money isn't a problem anymore. The deal with our parents is fine for Katie and me, it's James who is the insufferable prick who expects everything to be delivered to him on a gold platter and believes everyone should worship the ground he walks on. It does not help that he has a line off, to put it simply, slags waiting to go out with him, he puts Katie to shame.

I tiredly slip out of my clothes and unhook my bra leaving me in my underwear as I climb into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, sleep overtakes me but for the first time it is not the thought of Naomi that's consuming my mind like it is ever other night, its Cook and it brings a smile to my face.