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A melee of people dancing, screaming, shouting, music is blaring and the lights are flashing. Everything is decent

until I see him pissing people off as usual being is his normal asshole self but this time seems a little off and then I see

JJ watching him to only he looks sort of scared. I push through the crowd and when I reach him I ask, 'What the fuck's

he on?" JJ turns to me and hands me a box that says STUN, I glance at Cook again and force out, "How many JJ?" We're

both watching Cook bang into people as others shove him away and he just keeps bouncing back making people more

annoyed. I ask JJ again, "How many?"

He shouts out, "Four! And then another two!"

"What the hell does this stuff do?"

"Calms you down and stuff!"

People were now actively punching Cook but he was to fucked to defend himself and they were going to really fuck

him up if no one came to his rescue. Why did I always have to come to his rescue? Oh yeah, for some reason I loved this

stupid asshole.

"Do you see that? You stupid fucking idiot!"

JJ and I waded into the fight punching and shoving trying to reach Cook who'd just gone down and now they

were stomping on him and I really didn't want his nose to get broken cause how would he explain that to the teachers?

We start pulling him away and he so revved up that he's clawing at my back trying to get free to go back into the fight.

Did those pills give him a hard on too cause I could swear that I felt one before I got him lent against a wall.

"What the fuck were you doing?" This is directed at JJ cause I doubt that Cook could give me a coherent answer. His nose

is bleeding but not broken and his lip is busted open too, there's blood spattered allover his face.

"Sorry! Sorry, he pissed me off!"

"How?" I gently tilt Cooks chin up trying to see the full extent of his injuries but it's really dim in here and I can't.

"Doesn't matter. Say he's gonna be alright."

I bite out this statement trying not to yell at him again, "He's gonna be alright. He's always fucking alright. Aren't you

Cook?"

He doesn't answer and I am starting to worry that he has a concussion. Why couldn't he ever take care of himself?

He could at least try for my sake. I slap his face gently and his head lolls away and JJ yells, "Don't!" Cook finally opens his

eyes and blearily stares at me before smiling that devil may care grin that I used to love before everything started going

to shit.

"JJ! Top pills man!" He laughs and says, "I knew you'd come for me. Three musketeers."

I get up flinging, "Fuck off Cook." Over my shoulder as I go back to Katie who I feel bad for leading on, when the only girl

I had ever loved was Effy and the person that I loved the most I couldn't have. That's when I hear him say, "Freddie I

love you, you know?" I turn to look at him, he's said this to me before but not in the same way he is saying it now.

"What?"

"I love you."

I reach down and pull him into my arms ignoring the shocked stare of JJ and I whisper to him while I hug him, "Do

you mean it this time?" Instead of replying he turns my face to his a kisses me hard enough to bruise and I can taste his

blood and the vodka that is left on his tongue and to me it tastes like coming home.

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