Naomi's POV
"And stay the fuck out of our pub ya fuckers!" I could hear the old wanker cursing at us as Cook and myself where being tossed out onto the curb. "Oi, fuckin pricks that's the last time we run the tab to £100," Cook said under his breath. In case you're wondering we got chucked out because Cook drinks like a fucking fish and doesn't know when to stop.
"I'm going back in there man to finish what they started!" Cook said as he got back up and started making his way to the entrance of the pub once again. "Not a fucking chance Cook," I shouted at him as i yanked him back by his greasy polo shirt. "We are going to fuck off and smoke some spliff right now because you're fucking pissed," I told him straight to his face with my Campbell death glare.
Cook finally got what i was saying, "ya alright Naomkins." and with that we where off into the early Bristol morning. Cook and i have been best mates since we first met when i had just moved to Bristol from London. I was asking around for spliff at college and everyone told me to go to 'The cookie monster' if i wanted the good stuff. So i followed there advice and ended up buying from Cook for about a month. I than ran into him at a pub drinking alone when I pulled up to the stool next to him and we got talking.
He told me all kinds of things when we actually had a decent conversation that day, instead of me just buying some spliff and fucking off right after. Cook and I after that couldn't be separated and most people thought we where actually 'together' which made the both of us have a right fucking good laugh. I mean, he's not bad looking, but Cook's one of the two people who know I'm no cock cruncher, but a muff muncher.
It was 4 in the morning and Cook and myself where sat on the top of a small hill in a little park smoking some top shelf shit. With me leaning into his shoulder i looked up to him, "You know Cook its been at least eight full years we've known each other now?" When he looked down to me with smoke creeping out of his lips and the widest smile on his face, "Fucking right! And that's why I love ya Naomi..you don't tell any of my secrets, i don't tell any of yours" once that came out if his mouth i was content enough to close my eyes and have a quick kip on his shoulder.
When I woke up it didn't look that late either, the sky was cloudy and the wind was freezing. I was sleeping on top of a passed out Cook with his spare jumper wrapped around the both of us, fuck i love him. He must have felt me stir because the next thing i heard was Cook's voice in the bitter air,
"Mornin' man, mornin spliff yeah?" He said while sitting up a bit and rubbing his eyes
I nodded my answer towards Cook while standing up to stretch from sleeping out in public last night, which is a bit creepy, but when you have a James Cook as a pillow there really isn't anything to be scared of, not even a eight foot tall monster let me tell you. "Sleep well last night? I barley remember how we ended up here!" Cook said to me while laughing a bit, cheeky fucker.
"Well, from what I remember we went to the pub, you ordered more than £100 worth of drinks, smashed there jukebox and then we got chucked into the curb round...oh I think two or so?" And it was all true! Cook made a complete cock of himself, but its not like he actually cared what everyone though of him, if anything it made him more happy that he acted out.
"Ahh, true i remember the getting chucked out part, but not the jukebox man...well, where just going to have to go to my Uncle Keith's from now on ayy" Cook responded while fishing for his tin of spiffs. Once he retrieved it and pulled two out, handing one over to myself we both sparked it up and took a long drag. If anything makes you feel better after a long night of drinking it is definitely weed.
"Well...should we walk back to yours?" He asked me as we started instinctively walking in the direction of my flat.
"Who said you can come back to mine. wanker?" I said with a smirk
"Fuckin hell Naomkins, get on the Cookie Monster," Cook said with a bright smile on his face as he stood there waiting for me to jump on his back, which i did. Cook gives the most secure piggy back rides fucking ever.
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We where about three blocks from mine when we heard a few voices bickering in the early morning. Cook turned to his left and that's when we saw a group of at least four or five young looking girls carrying a shit load of furniture down a flight of stairs to a giant truck. Obviously moving.
One of the girls had brown hair and the brightest blue eyes piercing back at Cook and I, the other one i noticed had pigtails and wasn't really helping, just making jokes to the girls that where carrying what looked heavier than a passed out Cook, and trust me, a passed out Cook weighs way more than anything I've ever tried to lift, EVER.
"We can't just stand here you tosser!" I said harshly to Cook as i climbed off his back, giving him a light smack on the head.
"What the fuck should we do?! That's not my fucking problem, I'm tired and hungry and i want to go back to yours Naomikins man, please!" Cook pleaded.
"We'll you can go back, but I'm not that much of a rude cow," and with that i was was making my way to the girls who where now carrying a giant wooden desk down the stairs.
When I got closer i noticed there where also two girls who look exactly identical. One had bright red hair, the cutest little button nose and the most perfect figure while the other had a dark purple shade, a bit of a rounder face and what looked like expensive ass jewelry all over herself.
"Excuse me, would you ladies need any help? That looks fucking heavy.." I asked the group of girls
"No shit we need fucking help! Tell your boyfriend to bring this fucking box like thing like down there will you!?" The twin with the darker hair said. Cook was already making his way up to help, "Cookie is here to the rescue, exscuse me ladies," and with that he had the whole desk in his arms bringing it down like he was superman or something.
The rest of the girls went inside probably to get more things when i heard a voice behind me, "you're boyfriend and you are quite the lifesaver or we would be here all day." it was a husky female voice talking, and when I turned around it was the gorgeous other red headed twin.
"It's really not a problem, but he's not really my boyfriend..err where just mates," I replied back a bit embarrassed. She blushed a bit and smiled brightly back at me, "sorry, my mistake. I'm Emily by the way," she said sticking her hand out.
I returned the favor when the girls where calling from the apartment, "WE NEED MORE HELP!" And Emily, Cook and myself all made our way inside to finish what we started...