Hey, so give it ago please, it does actually get into it eventually, but you kinda need the introduction. (: R&R please.
Fucking hell life is difficult. Things change, you know? 4 Months ago, I was very much on top of the world, well, as much as I could be anyway. I have my own company, OK well its not all mine, its mine and Cooks. Cooks my best friend, we both went through some shit, somehow managed to pull ourselves together and make a hell of a lot of money. CNC. Campbell and Cook. Yeah, I make sure my name goes first, I worked harder than he did. Anyway, its all about helping teenagers, 'cos we all know that's a hard time for everyone. Well, it started all about helping teenagers, now its more like, helping any fucker that wants our help. Not that we mind, its nice, you know? Knowing that you're helping someone else get their life back on track. We sort of pride ourselves in how shit our teenage years were, odd, I know. Cook, well, Cooks just Cook. An arrogant little twat. As a teenager, he thought of 3 things, Booze, Drugs, Sex. Probably not in that order. He had a fucked up childhood, his dad was a twat, and I'm pretty sure his mums an alcoholic. So anyway, it was all fine and dandy, until he fell in love, whom his best friend seemed to be in love with too. He lost, clearly. Another thing with Cook, he isn't very good at dealing with at emotions, especially when love is involved. So anyway, he got a bit jealous and had to take it out on someone, wasn't his best idea because he ended up in jail. Although I can't complain, he managed to stop me going to jail too. See, that's where my shitty teenage years come into it. I was a bit of a bitch, plain and simple, I didn't need anyone, I didn't want anyone. And then a certain little someone came into my life, see everything gets fucked up when you fall in love? But yeah, that's what I done, fell in love. With a girl, might I add. Yeah, apparently I'm gay. So, we're in love and for some reason I felt the need to fuck it up, and that I very much did. I slept with someone else. It doesn't end there though, turns out she was practically stalking me, she even had some of my rubbish for fuck's sake. But I didn't know this at the time, I only found this out after I sold her drugs at a party, the same party which she decided she was gonna go and throw herself off a ledge and kill herself. Someone killed themselves for me, do you know how shit that feels? Just as shit when your best friend tells the police that it was them who sold her the drugs, resulting in Cook getting more done over. I really could never repay him for that. It got better I guess, my girlfriend somehow forgave me, well as much as someone in that situation could. We stayed together for another year or so, but then we finally broke up. Fuck I miss her. So me and Cook drowned our sorrows for a while, until we decided we finally wanted to do something good. 3 years later our company is as good as it gets, I mean, you should see my fucking car. Personalized, Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet, a baby blue. License plate NC CNC. Naomi Campbell, Campbell and Cook. Cooks got one too, except his is green. Yeah, we had the same car, neither of us would change, so we just kept the same. License plate JC CNC. James Cook, Campbell and Cook. Two Peas in a pod, we are.
I took some time off work, left Cook in charge for a while. My mum moved to Ireland a few years back with her husband and I stayed in Bristol. I didn't mind much, he was a good man, used to be my teacher at college actually. Kieran MacFoeinaiugh. I only learnt how to spell his name when my mum married him. Anyway, I was visiting to meet my baby brother. My mum had just gave birth, and I was giddy, I'm never giddy, but he was just too cute. So, I thought I'd be a nice daughter, nice sister and all that, and told them I'd baby sit so they can go out and stop fucking worrying, because fuck me did they worry a lot. How that night changed a lot. It got to about 11, and I wasn't worrying where they were, maybe they were just enjoying their night out? Its not like they shouldn't. That was until the next morning they still weren't back, and neither would answer their phones. It wasn't until the hospital called that I knew where they were, god how I would rather not have got that news. They were dead. Car Accident. And I was sat, in the hospital, with a crying baby in my arms, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do now. So, I phoned Cook, I told him everything, and the next day he was on their doorstep hugging me while I poured my eyes out. He phoned Effy, and the next day Effy and Freddie had turned up. I'm glad things weren't awkward you know, seeing as they were the love triangle back in college, I'm glad that we've all moved on and grown up, and I'm glad they were with me because I would be nothing without them. The rest of the gang had heard, well the one I still speak to, which fair enough, is most of them. Except the twins. I don't know how I could handle speaking to them, since me and Emily had split up, things became different you know? Within the group, so I just stopped speaking to them, it made it easier I guess, didn't make me get over her, I don't think that's ever gonna happen. 3 Months later, I was tired, I was the legal guardian of a certain 4 month old baby boy called James. I was still in Ireland, its hard work trying to get a passport for a baby and move to England. The guys had gone back, Cook had finally sold the restaurant underneath our apartment. Well, I say sold, part sold, apparently we still have to own half of it. I would rather it would just fuck off, they better be nice people, I like our apartment but that fucking restaurant is annoying. We brought it a couple of years back, we just wanted a bigger place to stay, turns out it was a restaurant which was out of business, plus to apartments above it. But, because this is me and Cook and we were bored, we decided to change the apartments into one big one, so now we have this huge apartment, and half a restaurant. Anyway, Cook said the people were cool, even though he hasn't met them so OK then Cookie boy?! And that part of the plan was, they get to run the place, and Freddie gets to be the head chef, hence Freddie going back too.
Effy said she would stay with me, which I was glad to say the least. She was staying until we were ready to go home, which happened to be today. Fuck this was scary. I wasn't planning on going back yet, but Effy's forcing me. Something about a storm coming, and the last plane available for a month and she was fucking bored of the Irish. So here we are, at the airport, all our bags backed, waiting to board the plane. Me, Effy and James.