A/N: I'M BACK...well kinda. Here's part four :)

You send my life, into somewhere...

I can't describe,

So many details...

-Toro y Moi, "So Many Details"

Cook found himself sitting at the dining table with Jemima and her fiancee Rex. He was unbothered by the fact that Rex was staring him down while he harshly cut into his lamb. Cook found it amusing that Rex was trying to hard to figure him out, it's always better to remain a mystery. His thoughts made him wonder if Jemima ever talked to Rex about him, he never talked to Emma about Jemima. There was a reason behind it, he hardly told Emma anything about his past. The same thing was happening right here and right now with Jemima, but he knew he would tell her about everything. Cook knew that Jemima was to be trusted, not that Emma wasn't...it was just easier to try to forget than to relive the haunting past. He swallowed the squash soup hoping that the warmth would wash away the ache in his chest. When he looked over, he caught Jemima's eye as she held a glass half filled with whiskey to her lips. She gave him a smile, her nose crinkling just the way Cook remembered as she tipped her head back allowing the brown liquid into her system.

"So...Cook? How long will you be staying with us?" Rex asked his mouth full with lamb, ignoring the look Jemima shot him.

Cook looked up from his plate to meet Rex's eyes, "I dunno...whenever I'm done with everythin'."

Rex frowned at that, "What is it you need to do?"

Cook licked his lips, "Is my stay bothering you? If it is I can just go back to the 'otel, out of your hair."

Jemima spoke up as soon as Rex opened his mouth to say something further, "No. We don't mind, you can stay as long as you'd like. My home is your home," She squeezed his hand, her see through green eyes tracing his face.

She could not believe that he was here.

Rex's jaw tensed as he stared at his wife's hand on Cook's, the look between the two was not hard to miss. He snickered as he was done with his meal, "Yeah, Cook. Stay as long as you please."

With that being said he stood from the table, grabbing his plate and left the dining room.

Cook did not feel welcome, but with a pat and a small smile from Jemz that thought vanished from his mind.

Later that night after dinner, Cook sat on the edge of his bed in nothing but a white beater and some pajama pants that one of Rex's brothers left behind. He had a perfect view of the green land that sat beside him, the sun had gone down and the crescent moon allowed Cook to see specs of snow starting to fall. He wondered if Emma had a proper burial, if she were beside her parents. He also wondered where Charlie ventured off to, if she were safe and how long would Louie have in jail. Cook moved his hands and pressed them into his eye sockets, wanting the thoughts to burn away from his mind.

He perked up as a knock on the door brought him away from his loud, loud thoughts.

"Come in."

Dark brown hair appeared from the side of the door, high cheekbones, a smile and light green eyes were enough to make them stop for awhile.

Jemima held the cup of tea up a little as she made her way into the room, "A peace offering for Rex being a twat tonight," She sat next to Cook, her scent traveling into his nose. He immediately felt calm. His eyes checked her out, her hair was pulled back into a sloppy bun, she definitely did not have a bra on underneath the white camisole, a silk robe covered her bare arms, and she had gray shorts on giving Cook a full view of her long legs. Jemima looked up just in time to see him checking her out, she smirked and placed the tea into his hands.

"It'll also help you sleep, we both know you need it," She teased as her fingers traced over the slight bags in his skin.

Cook rolled his eyes and took a sip of the tea, "You know you shouldn't be the one apologizing for your cock of a fiancee, right?"

Jemima let out a small laugh as she nodded, "Of course not, but he's being a stubborn little shite. He's jealous that all my time will be spent with you."

He sighed, "I don't want to break up a happy home."

Jemima titled her head back as she looked up at the ceiling about them, "Who said it's happy?"

That's when Cook looked at Jemima, he paused as she started toying with the engagement ring on her finger. What happened behind closed doors here, he did not see the two touch once since he's been here. Cook thought it was because he was here, but there was more behind it. Who was this Rex guy anyway?

"You don't want to marry 'im?" Cook asked.

Jemima sighed, "I don't know...he proposed to me last Christmas at his family dinner party in front of everyone. I hate proposes like that, I've seen so many of them on YouTube and I thought if that happened to me I would kick the shit outta of a wanker. Then look what happens, a American idiot comes into my life and proposes at the dinner table in front of the twelve fuckin' members of his family. The pressure was so on, you've should of seen me Jamie...I was still timid then and all I wanted to do was shove a plate down his throat while breaking his face in. What if I said no?"

Cook listened intently before questioning, "Why did you say yes?"

"I didn't want to make him look bad in front of his family. He really does have his moments James, he can be fuckin' romantic yet so awkward but that's what attracted me to him. I met him in a museum, I was looking at a painting trying to figure it out. I remember one of the counselors at anger management said Art could be therapeutic to some people, and now that I am a psychologist it really is a helpful way. Anyways he plops down on the bench next to me panting hard and I looked at him, his eyes caught my attention right away. They change colors, sometimes they're bright blue or a dark grey blue. He asked me 'Is this seat taken? I'm trying to look like a statue like you just did so the security won't arrest me.' He reminded me of you just a little bit, already into trouble. I knew he was American just by his voice, it's not that hard to miss. He had food and a camera in his hand, I could only imagine what he done to get chased after. Then he told me, he didn't agree with a certain exhibit so he threw his food on it and took a picture of it. I liked him right off the bat because he was not afraid to say what he wanted, he was honest. I find that to be the most important trait. From that point on, he was everything I wanted."

But was he what you needed?

"Enough about me, is there any special woman in life? It's been what, three years?" Jemima counted before connecting her eyes with Cook's blue ones.

Cook shrugged, "There was," He was being honest as he stared down at the tea...but he didn't want to elaborate. Not tonight.

Jemima nodded, "Did you love her?"

Cook chewed on his bottom lip, "Not yet. I liked being with her, t-that was nice. She had spunk, didn't take any shit, kinda like you."

Jemima didn't need to know anymore, she noticed the change in the mood and the way of how he spoke of this girl. There was sadness in his tone, and that hurt her to see Cook like this. So broken, so empty.

"Cook," The Scottish- British woman started as Cook stared back at her, "Whatever shit that you've been through, trust me when I say that I'm here. You made the choice to leave and now you're back, I don't know for how long but I'm glad you are. I'm here, alright? I'm here."

Cook didn't know how long he was going to be here for either, but he knew he came here for a reason. What he did know was that he saw Jemima, he was staring at her as if this was his first time meeting her. He wanted to kiss her, that was one thing that he knew. She was the only reason, he thought of her after everything that changed him. She was the reason, he wanted to better himself this time. He thought he was better off facing this alone but he could not do that, he needed someone and that someone was Jemima. It may not have always been her from the beginning, but it was all about her now.

Jemima knew the look in his eyes, part of it was lust but she could not point out what the rest of it was. She leaned forward as Cook's breathing began to get heavy, she placed her lips on the stubble across his chin, then she placed a slow soft kiss on the corner of his lips. It all ended too soon as Jemima backed away, "Goodnight JC," She said quickly moving to exit the room.

The door clicked shut as Jemima leaned against the door, calming her heartbeat. She just kissed him the way that would only be acceptable. She was getting married, and so what if she's always had a crush on the matured man behind the door? She would not hurt Rex. Jemima moved away from the door making her way down the hall to her bedroom, although something was telling her to go back into that room and spend the night with James Cook.

Back inside the guest bedroom, Cook finished his tea placing it on the bedside table before climbing into bed. The covers provided enough warmth for him that night, thanks to the tea he didn't have to think about anything else as he fell into a deep slumber.

When Cook awakened the next day, he saw that the clock just struck twelve. He felt as ease as he slowly climbed out of bed, he immediately smelled something sweet as his feet brushed against the cool hardwood floor. Cook made his way into the kitchen to see Rex with his hair pulled back into a pony as he turned the stove off, he turned around meeting Cook's gaze.

"Great, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep all day, I made french toast with bacon and fruit. There's freshly squeezed orange juice in the fridge, water...or anything you prefer. You're welcome," Rex stated as he passed Cook but not without a small smile and a tight squeeze on the shoulder.

With a frown on his face Cook watched as Rex went back up the steps, he guessed this was his way to say sorry? He helped himself with breakfast going outside to see that the ground was slightly covered with white, but not much. Green was still see-able beneath the light coating of snow; it was slightly chilly. That was nothing he wasn't used to, the cold started to sooth him now as the wind started to pick up licking the bones in his arms. He finished his breakfast in peace, went into the kitchen and cleaned up respectfully. After taking a bath he stayed in the guest bedroom as long as he could before going back downstairs in search of Jemima. Instead of finding her, he found Rex in the pool room blasting rock music.

Cook sat down on the chair that was not far from the table as he watched Rex strike a ball.

"If you're lookin' for Emmy, she ain't here. Went out with my mother and my sisters to check on the dresses."

Emmy?

Cook nodded, "Oh, alright."

He pursed his lips as he begun to tap his fingers lightly to the beat on the arm of the chair, Rex sighed and looked up at the clock.

"She left two hours ago, called when you were in the bath. She'll be back in another twenty- maybe thirty minutes."

Cook nodded once more, not knowing what to say to the guy who's marrying his best friend.

"You know you don't have to wait here for her," Rex said as he went to shoot again.

Did he really get underneath this guy's skin that bad? Cook wanted to smirk but he just looked at Rex holding his hands out, "I've got nothin' else to do but get to know you, man."

Rex stared at Cook as the balls ran across the table, he would not offer Cook to play.

"What's to know? I'm marrying your friend, that's all there is to it." He said with arrogance.

Cook snickered, he knew more than what he should have.

"Do you love her?"

Rex stood up straight and stared at Cook hard, "Of course I love her. I wouldn't have asked her to marry me, If I didn't. Stupid question."

Cook studied his stance, and his face. There was something off about him, he knew it right off the bat.

"No need to get pissy with me, I'm just askin'. Want to make sure she's makin' the right choice 'tis all."

Rex twisted his hand around the stick that he held in his hands, "Well she is."

This time Cook smirked, "Do you know every little detail about her, then? How her hair actually turns darker in the sun, and when it's cold outside it turns a reddish brown? That she's a daddy's girl and would do anything for that man. Her favorite animal? Which is a wolf by the way, the all white one's. Do you know that I'm one of her best friends, do you know about JJ? Do you know that she loves Jazz because her parents both met at a bar and fell in love, and danced to Jazz music together? Do you know that she had a little brother but he was stillborn? Do you know what her favorite color is? What makes her happy, what makes her sad? Do you know why she became a psychologist in the first place? Did you know that she went to Juvi at the end of high school 'cuz her step-mum was a pervert? Do you know if she even loves you back?" Cook rambled as he was now sitting up straight his elbows pressing into his knees as he stared at Rex.

Rex swallowed as he was lost for words.

The house phone rung causing the tension to release some, "That's probably Emmy, again."

Cook shook his head as he stood up, "Don't worry about it, I'll get it."

He left the room slightly annoyed, he found the phone and took it off the hook answering.

"When are ya comin' back?" He asked.

"Uh, Hello?" A familiar voice questioned.

It was JJ.

"H-Hey Musketeer," Cook spoke clearing his throat.

It was quiet on the opposite line, it almost felt like hours before JJ spoke again.

"Cook, I-Is that you?"

Cook grinned, "Yeah, bud it's me!"

In the background footsteps could be heard then a door closing before JJ yelled, "Cook, where the fuck have you been?!"

Cook flinched at the harshness in JJ's tone, he was angry. He was not sure what he would say to one of his best friend's, hell he didn't know what to say to Jemima but he figured it out and it worked somehow. He did not know how he was going to get through with JJ.

"We looked everywhere for you! Karen told us that she told you to go look for Freddie and that was the last time she saw you, Foster said that Freddie ran away because he couldn't deal with Effy anymore, then we found Effy's psychologist dead, t-there was so much blood so m-many police officers and q-q-questions."

Pain demanded to be felt as Cook leaned against the wall trying to find some support. JJ's sobs were heard over the phone, the door opened in the back of the room and a girl's voice could be heard over the phone.

"JJ, what's wrong, what is it? Is it your mum?"

JJ sniffled pulling the phone from his mouth, "N-No, It's Cook."

Cook did not hear what was being said on the other line but what he did hear was JJ saying, "I'll be fine Lara, come back in fifteen minutes to check on me. We can't leave the shop during this time."

"So you run a shop, yeah? Cook asked changing the subject.

JJ nodded, "Yes, that's right. A Magic shop, you should stop by sometime...wait what are you doing at Jemima's flat?"

Cook looked down the hall, "Getting to know her new fiancee."

JJ laughed, "You mean Rex? He's...a nice chap...I guess. I haven't talked to him much really, when they came to Bristol last March he kept to himself not meaning that he's a bad guy or anything as far as I know. He does seem a tad sneaky, but that could just be bad judgement. My social skills have gotten way better around new people, Cook."

"Glad to hear it, JJ." Cook smiled.

It was quiet between the old friends before JJ decided to break it,"I've got a question for you, and I need to you be honest."

Cook sighed clenching his eyes shut, "Go on."

JJ toyed with the wires that attached the phone to the hook, "You didn't murder that man just because you wanted to, right? Y-You did it because of what he did to Freddie."

His heart was rapidly beating against his rib cage as he choked out, "I did it for Freddie, mate. For Freddie."

JJ sighed, "I knew it. You'd do anything for your friends, for me, for Jemima, for...Freddie."

"That's right, JJ."

"I need you to something for me, then. Don't let the guilt eat you up inside, Freddie would have understood. He really would. I'm pretty sure Jemima understands, I now understand..."

Cook felt tears burning at the back of his eyes, "Thank you, JJ."

"Anything for a friend," JJ stated.

"You know what," Cook started, "I'm gonna come and see you, soon."

"I'd like that," JJ said excitedly, "You can meet Lara, Albert, and see my magic shop. We're actually moving to York in a few months. Since everyone pretty much left Bristol."

Cook was glad to hear that JJ was doing just fine, he still talked at a fast pace but he was still JJ, his best mate. JJ noticed that it's been fifteen minutes and that Lara now entered the back room, he turned his attention back to the conversation.

"I've got to get back to work, but when you do decide to visit us...get my address from Jemima. It's good to hear from you, really good."

Cook said his good-bye's to JJ and stood near the phone thinking over everything that's happened. He wondered what would have happened if he did come back a year after running away, would their reactions still be the same? That didn't matter now.

What Cook didn't know was, Rex listened on the conversation on the other phone in the pool room - library. He now knew that Cook murdered someone and was on the run for it. Revenge will be sweet, he needed Cook gone and fast.

The front door swung open, Cook waited for Jemima to come around the corner.

"Hey, how was dress shopping?" Cook asked with a amused smile.

Jemima rolled her eyes, "Nerve wrecking, Rex's sisters decided that they didn't like the color or the style. I'm the bride so I get to pick right, no because they always want things to go their fucking way! Two weeks ago they said they loved it, get it altered and they end up not liking it. We're getting married in four months. Then his mother, she does nothing but sit her on fat arse and sip on her shitty white wine with that stupid look on her face! Don't ever get married."

Cook now stood in front of Jemima and rubbed her shoulders, "Take a deep breath, Jemz. It'll all work out."

Jemima gave him a fake smile, "Sure, sure. Why are you so happy?"

"JJ called." Cook grinned.

Jemima's dimples were present, "I'm guessing he took things well, then?"

"Extremely,but not at first...he wants me to come and visit him."

Jemima gave Cook a sad smile, "I guess we'll be doing a lot of visiting this week," And made her way into the kitchen with Cook right on her heels.

The twenty-one year old took a seat at the island as Jemima cracked open a Jack Daniels, "Received a call from Katie Fitch, told me Naomi is getting worse and that Emily will need as much comfort as she can get. So I was thinking we leave Edinburgh and head to London for a couple of days, if that's alright with you?"

Cook frowned as he watched Jemima swallow three gulps of whiskey without pausing, "What's wrong with 'Omi?"

Jemima looked at Cook forgetting that he's been out of the loop for awhile.

"She's got Cancer," Jemima spit out sliding the bottle over to Cook, "We leave this afternoon."

Cook noticed that Jemima was hiding something, he overheard a muffled argument as he was packing his things for London. Whatever Rex and Jemima was arguing over it was really heated, things were being thrown and Cook thought he would have to intervene but Jemima came strutting down the hallway rolling her suitcase behind her. She led the way telling Cook, "Let's leave, while we still can."

He zipped up his jacket and pulled his duffle bag onto his shoulder as he gave Rex one last look who was now coming out the bedroom. Rex stared back as if he knew something he didn't, but Cook also knew something that Rex didn't. Jemima sped away from her home once Cook climbed into the car, she smoked a entire spliff without sharing on the way to the train station. Cook decided to save his questions until the train ride, Jemima parked the car in the garage where travelers left their cars got out and grabbed her suitcase. She tightened the scarf around her neck and moved to the passenger side where Cook stood outside of, she held her hand out for him waiting for him to grab it. He dipped his head trying to get her to look at him, when her light green eyes looked at him through her eyelashes he felt the pull once again. He stepped forward and locked their hands together and walked into the train station together.

A hour into the ride, Jemima made herself comfortable her head resting on Cook's chest her eyes watching the trees flash by. Cook had his arm around her his chin buried onto the top of her skull.

"Tell me about what I missed out on, I already got the scoop on you and JJ." Cook spoke up.

Jemima breathed, "Who should I start with first?"

Cook thought about all his friends, well a lot of those friends didn't consider him a friend. It was always him, Freddie, JJ, and Jemima. Naomi and Cook had a love/ hate relationship, he wanted to screw her but that didn't exactly work when they first met. Then he thought he could screw the gay outta of her, that was not his brightest idea. He could consider her a friend and another certain little blonde, maybe.

"Start with Panda." Cook decided letting his eyes stare out the window also.

Jemima nodded, "Pandora? I hardly keep in contact with her, JJ would know more about her than me since he's best friends with Thomas now. The last thing he told me about her was she kept changing jobs. First she worked at a hair salon and she was doing well for a good eight months before quitting that. Then she worked at a sex shop, sold sex toys and all that stuff. She sent me a dildo, and female condoms two Christmas' ago."

Cook started laughing, he would have never thought of that. He guesses that all that practice paid off.

"Did you use them?" Cook asked trying not to laugh.

Jemima lifted her head off of his chest and got ready to aim for his arm, "Fuck off unless you want another bruise to match the one on yer jaw."

Cook snickered, "Alright, alright."

Jemima tapped her chin thinking about what else, "JJ told me recently that she now works as a co-assistant to a well known fashion magazine editor. I know you don't particularly care but Thomas is training for the Olympics, he's very fast. Katie and I talk every other month opposed to JJ who I talk to twice a month. Katie is actually one of my best friends now, she owns a gym that she shares with her father. She's all about fitness now, and she dates this boxer guy...he's a looker. Emily is studying photography, and Naomi did comedy for a short bit."

Cook missed out on a lot, but he was glad that he was getting caught up...for now.

Another two hours passed and the two decided to take a nap to pass the time, it was nice just having each other. They both woke up with a hour of a ride left to go, they ordered some dinner which was not appealing and did not taste great at all. With fifteen minutes left Cook has one last question to ask.

"Do you uh, talk to Paddy at all?" Cook whispered not meeting Jemima's eyes.

Jemima gave Cook a sweet smile although he didn't catch it since he was not looking at her.

"Yeah, mostly on holidays and birthdays. He's doing well, you should be proud of him."

Cook looked up at her, "The little bugger's not reckless is he?"

Jemima laughed, "He's defiantly related to you, got a sharp tongue, and had his few shares of fights but otherwise than that he's doing well in school. Got himself a girlfriend too."

Cook grinned, "Ah, makes sense. Women can't resist our charm," He was proud of his what - twelve (now) year old brother.

He definitely missed him, if there was time he made sure that he would pay a special visit to see him as well. Cook kissed Jemima's forehead, he was content with himself for the time being and that's all Jemima wanted.

Cook and Jemima stood at the front door waiting for it to be answered. Cook felt extremely nervous, Jemima could feel him shaking underneath her hand. She gave him a reassuring squeeze before turning her gaze to the opening door, there stood Katie Fitch. She squealed throwing her arms around Jemima almost knocking her over.

"Good to see you, bitch!" Katie said squeezing the life out of Jemima and kissing her ear.

Jemima laughed and rubbed her back, "Nice to see you, slag."

It was their thing, Katie let go of Jemima and looked her over.

"Damn you look sexy, I thought you getting married would at least make your tits sag a bit."

Jemima rolled her eyes, "I've never had any tits to begin with, thank you."

Katie let out a loud laugh before turning to see Cook she pointed, "Holy fuck, that's not Rex!"

Jemima nodded with raised eyebrows, "Hey, no shit!"

Katie playfully shoved Jemima, you could tell she worked out. Katie turned her attention to study Cook, as he did the same to her. No more blood wine colored hair, her hair was a bit longer and a dark brown with hints of blonde highlights. Her body screamed muscle and curves, she looked fit.

"Woooow, I never thought I'd see the day where James Cook is standing right in front of me." Katie announced.

Cook smirked, "Well, what can I say?"

"Oh, there's a lot you can say...but it's none of my business. Glad you're alive," Katie said reaching out to give him a side hug.

Cook didn't expect that but returned it nonetheless. This was Katie's way, she was still Katie and he was still Cook.

Jemima smiled at the two and walked into the house as Cook followed after her, while Katie kicked the door shut. Jemima noticed Katie's boyfriend sitting on the couch, she waved at him as he got up giving her a hug. He was really nice guy, tall as fuck along with all those muscles from boxing. He was young and was passionate about his work also. When Katie first told Jemima about Vincent Taylor, she knew the girl found the one. When she said he was looker, she was not kidding. He stood at 6'1, is of Persian descent, although he spent most of his time growing up in Texas from the age of ten. Katie and Vincent met in California at the gym, they often take time going back to Bristol to make sure things were alright at the gym along with her family. Katie now lives with Vincent in the states and couldn't be happier.

"Vinny, this is...a old time friend, Cook. Cook meet my boyfriend, Vinny." Katie introduced smiling so hard her cheeks looked like they would fall off.

Cook smiled stepping forward to shake Vinny's hand, "Nice to meet ya."

Vinny smiled his million dollar smile, "Likewise, any friend of Katie and Jemima's is a friend of mine."

Nice bloke.

Jemima clapped her hands, "Where's the two lovebirds?"

Vinny scratched his head, "In Naomi's room with the doctor, he's only been in there for about ten minutes now." He answered sitting back down on the couch.

Jemima nodded and sat down on the couch with Cook sitting on the arm of the couch. Katie walked back into the kitchen sipping on a protein shake, "I ordered pizza and salads about fifteen minutes ago...I'm sure it'll be here shortly. I know tube's have horrible food."

"Thank god," Jemima yelled out earning a laugh from everyone.

Five minutes passed with small chatter as the door bell rung, Vinny moved to get the door and the doctor came out of the bedroom noticing the new people in the room. He politely introduced himself as he said, "It's horrifying that Naomi was doing quite well last week and now she's like this. That's the scary thing about Cancer. I just told them that I'm not entirely sure how much longer she will have since it's starting to spread, most of her organs are starting to shut down and it could kill her tonight or it may not. I've noticed...she's brave and a fighter. She may last to the end of the week, it all depends on her."

Katie swallowed the lump in her throat, "There's nothing you can do?"

"No, we decided to take her off the chemotherapy because it won't do much good for her, it'll just make things significantly worse. It's great that she has friends here with her. Have any of you called her family?"

"We are her family," Jemima and Katie said at the same time.

The doctor smiled, "I understand. But don't you think her mother has the right to know?"

Katie crossed her arms, "Oh, she knows. If she's coming is what we don't know."

The doctor clapped his hands together, "Well as long as someone is here with her...don't worry about it too much. If you guys need anything else, call me."

Vinny left the door open and thanked him as he closed the door making his way over to the table to place the food down.

"Do you think it's alright if we go in now?" Cook asked standing.

Katie nodded her head as she started pulling the salad's out of the bags, "Yeah, go on...we'll save some for you. Maybe try and get Emz out, she's hardly eating these days."

"Will do," Jemima saluted, following Cook over to the cracked door.

Cook knocked on the door and peeked through the door seeing Emily smoothing Naomi's hair down.

She turned to the door, "Yeah?"

Cook pushed open the door a crack before pushing it all the way open, Jemima stepped in and stood beside him wiggling her eyebrows at Emily and Naomi.

"What?" Emily was confused.

Her hair was also brown, but her hair was cut short opposed to Katie's.

"Hiya!" Jemima announced moving to give Emily a long embrace while Cook moved over to Naomi.

It was a sad sight, she lost a lot of weight you could see it in her face, her skin was pale, and her hair was a dark brown as she started to lose it.

Cook sat down next to her as Naomi covered her face with her hands, "Aw, I don't want you of all people to see me like this."

"Why? I still think your fit, babe." Cook said leaning over to kiss her temple.

Naomi rolled her eyes as she began to blush, "Oh shut it!

"What? I'm bein' serious," Cook laughed.

Emily spoke up from Jemima's side, "Excuse me, I'm right here!"

Jemima squeezed the girl at her side resting her forehead on top of her head as she laughed. Cook stuck his tongue out at Emily as he mockingly placed another kiss on Naomi's temple causing laughter to erupt within the group.

Katie barged into the room, a slice of pizza hanging from her mouth, a box of pizza in her hand, Vinny was right behind her holding a tray full of salads.

"What's so funny? We want in!" Katie whined causing everyone to laugh again.

And for once Cook did not feel so alone.

A/N: I finished writing all parts to this story already, so if you want more...tell me. You probably won't but whatever lol.