The party at Naomi's is still in full swing. The song has changed to 'Tear You Apart' by She Wants Revenge'. JJ has noticed Freddie and Effy haven't come out the bathroom in precisely eight minutes 13 seconds. Sipping a glass of mango juice, he spots Cook and the redheads twin talking to each other, both sitting down at the bottom of the stairs.

Katie took a swig of vodka from her 70cl bottle. Cook watched her, eyebrows furrowed.

"Erm.. KitKat? Maybe you should slow down a bit, eh? You're beating me!" he said, half serious. Katie rolled her eyes and scanned the crowd of party people. She spotted them immeaditely.

"Ugh. Fucking bitch. Who does she think she is with her hands all over her? Fuck's sake.." she muttered bitterly. The "fucking bitch" in question was Naomi and the girl she had her hands "all over" was Katie's twin sister, Emily. Katie had tried to accept it, she really had. Ok fine, she'd accepted her sister was gay. She just hadn't accepted that her girlfriend was Naomi. Naomi was just a girl. She could hurt Emily. Katie didn't want that to happen.

In a strange, twisted way, she was fine with Emily's sexuality but she wasn't fine with the idea of girls hurting her. No one was good enough for her twin.

Cook nudged her, breaking into her thoughts. "Cheer up babes. You've got Cookie. And that, babycakes, is more than enough." Katie sighed, took another drink from her vodka and turned to face Cook. "Oh is it?"

"Yup," Cook said, smiling a devilish smile.

Katie glanced at Emily and Naomi, who were now holding hands and walking to the kitchen. She had to accept this sometime. Sighing, she looked back at Cook. "Enough to make me forget my sister? Enough to forget Effy and her fucking Freddie?"

Cook winced. Effy and Freddie had had sex, just after Effy had hit Katie over the head with a rock at a camping trip. He also winced because of Effy's name.

Katie noticed this. "You're not over her, are you?"

Cook looked at the floor then grinned. "Course I am man!"

"No you're not. Right now, they're fucking. Fucking in that bathroom. You care."

"No I don't."

Katie smirked. "Get over her Cook."

"Get over Freddie and his adultery."

Katie's smirk faded. She looked at Cook with her brown eyes. Cook watched her intently, silently. Katie leant forward and whispered, "Help me."

Cook and Katie head upstairs, Cook glancing behind to make sure no one sees. Pandora is dancing madly to a less mad song, Slave To Love (the cover by Roisin Murphy). The bathroom door opens and Freddie and Effy reveal themselves. Their hair is a mess. Effy's makeup is streaked. Freddie's fixing the fly on his jeans. As the lyric "The storm is breaking or so it seems/ We're too young to reason/ Too grown up to dream", Freddie kisses her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear.

Effy smiled faintly. She was still shell shocked from what happened in the bathroom. She squeezed his hand firmly. "I'll talk to you about it soon, I need a drink," she told him, before kissing his cheek. Freddie smiled and watched her walk away into the kitchen to find some alcohol. He noticed JJ talking to Thomas, so wandered over.

"Hey guys!" he greeted them.

"Bonjour!" JJ said, practising the language Thomas knew so well. Thomas raised his hand and gave Freddie a "gangster" handshake. "Where's Cook?" Freddie asked. JJ bit his lip. "Upstairs."

"Ah getting the clunge he wanted then, eh?" Freddie laughed.

JJ laughed nervously. "Um yeah. Katie."

Freddie blinked. "Katie?"

"They went upstairs!" Thomas said excitedly. "Together!"

Freddie nodded slowly. Cook really did get into sticky situations, didn't he?

As if on cue, Cook and Katie enter the room. JJ calculates that they've been gone for six minutes 29 seconds. Cook looks relaxed without any worries. Katie, on the other hand, looks ashamed and slightly shocked. The song Out of Control by Chemical Brothers plays loudly out the speakers. Freddie sees Effy with a shot of tequila in her hand and down it. She puts the shotglass down on a table shakily, not noticing it fall over and roll across. Freddie goes over to see if she's alright.

"You okay, beautiful?" he asked quietly, wrapping his arms around her. Effy shrugged him off. "Yeah."

Freddie frowned. He was hoping against hope that she was just being cold because of the alcohol. He stroked her shoulder, which she let him do. Freddie smiled. It was ok. She was fine.

A lanky guy of about nineteen came over and cleared his throat. Effy held out her hand and he passed her a tiny bag.

"What the fu- Effy?" Freddie said, confused. Effy ignored him and handed the guy a twenty pound note. "Keep the change," she said flatly. Freddie saw the bag held white powder.

"Effy.." his tone was nervous. Effy rolled her eyes. "Calm down, lover."

She spotted Freddie's shoulders drop. Maybe that was a little cruel. She nearly reached out to kiss him but something in her stopped her doing so.

Don't give in. He had you in the bathroom. Now he can't get close again. You gave him what he wanted.

Effy focused on the tiny bag. It helped her only think about the powder inside.

Nothing else.