Denial Is Useless (5/?)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Skins! I wish I did though!
Chapter Five:
“Did I what?” Emily blinks hard and stares at the peroxide blonde across from her. Naomi’s mouth is dry, her head is hurting and her hands are clammy. She doesn’t want to know, she has to though. She’s not gay. She doesn’t want to lead Emily on....that’s what she tells herself. If she was alone she’d give herself a reassuring nod and a pat on the back. Certain people would name her a ‘freak’ for that. They can go fuck themselves. She rocks herself back and forth lightly. Speak. Say what you need to say. Just fucking ask! “Were you the one who kissed me?” She rushes it and looks away from Emily once it’s asked. Can’t stand to look at her when she hears the answer.
“When?” Emily’s confused.
“In the cupboard. At the party. The game.” Still can’t look Emily directly in the eyes. Needs a fag but they’ve fucked smoked them all. Damn, you nicotine! You fucking traitor!
“I don’t know, Naomi,” Naomi glances at Emily. She’s in exactly same boat as Naomi, for different reasons. Emily’s the sort of person that’s too shy to open up, scared by confrontation and hates confusion. Naomi’s just asked her to face all the things she hates. Nice one. She needs to know though. “I had to be blindfolded I don’t know who I kissed.”
“Yeah, but surely when you came back...?” She starts. Desperate for an answer that she doesn’t want. She imagines her mum muttering something like ‘Typical Naomi, just let things flow, dear.’ Oh, what does that cow know? Fuck her.
“No....I don’t...you had to sit back down and cover your eyes again. You don’t get to see who it was...I’m sorry.” Her voice is soft. She’s upset her.
“You didn’t even look...?” Naomi realises. The question is more at herself. Emily’s too nice to look. She followed the rules of the game because she doesn’t want to know who she kissed because you’re not supposed to. It wouldn’t be fair and Emily is very fair. She’s very kind. She’s not Katie. And just because she’s gay doesn’t mean she fancies Naomi or every girl she sees. Sort it out, Naomi. “Look, I’m sorry, forget I said anything.” She waves her hand in the air and shuffles around, trying not to look at the upset redhead.
She’s not crying because Emily won’t do that. Not in front of her. She stares at her hand for a while and decides what to do next. She’s got vodka and spliff in her system, enough to blame anything on it and enough to get away with it. Confidence? She has plenty right now. Fuck it. “I kissed a girl in the cupboard.” It’s not a question. She states it and Naomi stiffens suddenly. Emily notices it and tries to take it on the chin. Rejection. Homophobia. It’s all happened before. She’s used to it.
“Was it me?” Naomi breaths.
“I don’t know.” Silence again. It’s awkward. So very awkward and in her head Naomi imagines clawing out her own eyes.
“Maybe it’s better that way....?” She doesn’t believe that. She wants to know, but she’s trying to make a best of a bad situation.
“Yeah, maybe...” Emily replies. “Maybe, we should head back now?” Naomi isn’t surprised when Emily suggests it. She doesn’t particularly want to stay now, either. Not when this has happened. She’s worried that their friendship might be ruined already, hopes it isn’t. They start to pack up and it doesn’t take long. Naomi helps Emily roll the blanket back up and they force it back into the bag from where it came. They start to gather up the bottle because Emily says something about not wanting this area to get fences off because of little. Naomi doesn’t reply verbally, just nods. They take their time, it takes longer than it should and she doesn’t know why. Emily’s done her side and Naomi’s still doing hers. Emily decides to help and they are nearly finished within minutes. She sees the beer bottle and reaches for it the same time as Emily, hands touch. It’s cold and there’s a spark. Drugs, flashes in her mind. Emily looks up at her and smiles softly. She smiles back. “There’s....” Emily starts. “No, don’t worry.”
“No, what?” Naomi asks tugging on Emily’s arm. The redhead doesn’t reply fast. Just stands there for a bit and works up the courage.
“If you want to know if I kissed you...there is a way.”
Naomi bites her lip, pushes her hair up over her forehead and breathes. “How?”
“Simple.” Emily takes one step forward and stops. Looks like she’s thinking about how to do this. Naomi just stands in shock as Emily slowly leans forward, stopping and looking up into Naomi eyes every couple of inches. Her lips stop just before they connect and she feels the breath. That warm breath that you get just before you’re kissed. Naomi’s eyes are half lidded. Emily’s lips brush against hers. The fire inside her starts. Her eyes close all the way when she feels the pressure of Emily’s soft lips against her own. She doesn’t kiss back, just let’s herself be kissed. It’s tentative and slow and it’s driving her mad. She pushes back, just lightly enough to show some sort of responses. Emily’s fingertips are lightly stroking down the side of her left arm. She can’t help it. Opens her mouth, let’s Emily’s tongue inside. It’s light and loving. Hands on her hips and she moans slightly into the redhead’s mouth. Emily pulls back. “Well?”
“It wasn’t you. I...didn’t kiss you.” Naomi breathes it. Her legs feel weak and she leans on a tree behind her.
“Oh.” Is all Emily can say in response. She nods. “Well, sorry for kissing you.” Emily’s bag is making it’s way over had shoulder and Naomi just nods as well and stares at the floor.
“It’s...fine,” Naomi clears her throat. “I’m not gay, Emily. Don’t get any ideas.”
“Okay, I won’t.” Emily nods.
“See you, then.”
“Yeah, see you.” Shit.
*
When she wakes she groans. She knows the smell; sex. Katie blinks hard; she’s lying on something hard. Warm. Cook. Shit. She jolts up a bit and then sits up slowly. Lights shining in through the window in Cook’s room, except for one black shadow in the middle of the floor because of the duck tape on the window. Katie spots her bra on the floor and sighs. Shit. She raises her hand to her chin and rests her head on it. Cook turns a little in his sleep and the covers move lower, revealing him in all his glory. Katie’s eyes widen and she pulls the covers up over it again. Looks at Cook quick and then lifts the covers up again to look at him again. Nice.
She sighs. Three times they’ve done this now and she doesn’t even know why she came here last night. She should’ve been at home with Danny, wrapped up with him in front of the TV watching some crappy film. Why this, then? She doesn’t want to think about it. Cook in her knickers makes her want to puke. She lightly pushes herself up out of the bed, doesn’t cover up, Cook’s seen it all anyway so there’s no point in hiding it. She doesn’t usually make a habit of traipsing around boy’s rooms naked after sex but she just can’t be fucked this morning. Looks over his stuff. He hasn’t got a lot. Opens his cupboard and it shows her a couple of different colour polo shirts, underwear and jeans all piled up, not exactly neatly. Closes it and moves on. Plays with his bottle of aftershave on the side of his dresser. It’s not a big name brand one so Katie doesn’t notice it. Thinks to herself that it’s probably because Cook can’t afford a better one and curls her lip at it. She sprays it on her wrist anyway, doesn’t smell fantastic, doesn’t smell bad; just smells like Cook.
Stereos the next on her hit list. He’s got a couple of albums. Motorhead. Kiss. Guns N Roses. This surprises her, Cook is into this shit? Fuck. Wasn’t expecting the clubbing sex maniac to be stuck in the past. More fucked up then she original thought. Puts the albums back on top of the stereo and heads over to the cabinet, knowing she’ll find booze stashed there. Does. He’s got lots as well and most of it isn’t cheap stuff, either. At least he’s willing to fork out to get a drink worth getting wrecked on and not some of this cheap Tesco’s vodka shit. That stuff makes Katie feel sick. She was expecting bottles of that stuff to be lined up in there. The last thing in his room worth looking at is on the dresser. There isn’t much on it, a couple of sheets of paper (presumably work from college, if he ever does any, well, not like Katie can say much either. She isn’t the brains of the family.) She picks up a picture frame and holds it in her hands. It’s a picture of three boys and she knows two of them; Cook and JJ. JJ’s a fucking freak boy that goes to their college, but she didn’t know that Cook and him were mates. The third boy is tall and has raven black hair; he’s standing in the middle of the pair. They’re all holding swords and laughing at the camera. She wonders why she hasn’t seen Cook with JJ...why does she care? She doesn’t. Why is she still fucking here? Doesn’t know that either. Doesn’t fucking know much when it comes to Cook. Doesn’t want to. Cunt.
“Now, that’s a sight I like to wake up to in the morning, babes. Turn round will ya?” He’s lying with his arms behind his head and looks Katie up and down from behind. Katie rolls her eyes and turns to give him the finger. “Cor, if your sister had your body, with tits like those, she’d be the best lesbian I ever did see.” He laughs and Katie glares at him.
“My sister’s not gay.” She almost fucking hisses it and Cook takes the hint. Bobs his head at her and winks.
“What you still doing here, then? Thought you’d be heading back to the boyfriend by now, Katiekins?” He gets up and pulls his jeans up. No underwear. And moves over to his discarded jacket, pulls out a fag. A morning fag. Hands one to Katie and slaps her on the arse. She jumps and slaps him on the shoulder. “Sorry, babe, too tempting.” He sits down in the chair. “So, gonna answer my question? Where are your manners now?” He’s still smiling. Has been since he woke up. Katie just wants to wipe it right off his face. CUNT.
“Don’t know. Just woke up. Don’t worry, I’ll be heading off soon.” Ah, bitchy Katie. How Cook has missed you so.
“Hey, by all means stay as long as you like! I don’t usually do morning afters but if I get to watch you walk around here naked then stay. Move in if you like, it’d be so fucking worth it. Fancy another round before you head off to where ever it is you Fitch ladies go on a Saturday morning?” He winks at her and she wants to punch him. Nearly does.
“It was the drugs.”
“Drugs and sex go hand in hand. Whatever you wanna say was the reason we had sex is fine by me, and, babe, it was good. I’d go again any day. Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll come running.”
“Fuck you.”
“You have.”
“Urgh.” She grunts.
“Oh, Cook, oh fuck! Yes, Harder. Harder you fucking prick. OH!” he mocks in a girlie voice and Katie starts to turn red. Cook just carries on laughing. Fuck you, cunt. I’ll get you, she thinks. She needs to get out of this conversation so tries to steer it away. Searches for her knickers and bra while she does it. Cook watches her as she bends over.
“So, Motorhead? Didn’t take you for someone that listened to shit.” It’s the only thing she can think to talk about.
“That’s not shit, babe. That’s top notch stuff that is. Legends that band is. Gotta respect music that’s got some guitar in it. Club music’s fine and fucking dandy when you’re high and drunk but when you wanna chill, you need something a bit more....wordy. Lyrical.” He nods, finding the word in his vocabulary.
“Screaming is not singing.” She replies.
“Whatever you want to believe, babe.” He winks. She’s getting pissed off with him. He never fucking argues. He never fucking cares. Can’t. Freak. Dickhead. Twat! Fuck, she sounds like that fucking JJ kid.
“You used to be friends with JJ.” She states and he stiffens.
“I did.” He replies with a nod.
“Are you still?” Cook nods. “Why don’t I see you with him? And who’s this other kid in this picture?” She reaches for the frame on the dresser and Cook’s on his feet, grabbing her arm and picking her closes up off the floor. “Hey, get the fuck off me, Cook! Let me fucking go, cunt! Let me go!” His fags still in his mouth.
“Don’t be fucking going through my personal belongings, girlie. I let you in and I made you squeal. Now, get to fuck!” He calls and pushes her out of the door. He throws her clothes on the ground in front of her and slams the door in his face.
“You’re a cunt, Cook. You’re a piece of shit! You’ll be alone all your fucking life.” She calls as she pushes her clothes back on and fucking marches out of the building. Fucking dickhead. She smiles to herself though, at least she managed to find some way to piss him off. JJ. He wasn’t fucking invincible. She doesn’t even care, though...
*
College is so awkward. She doesn’t ever sit with Emily but the look she sends her are enough for her want to never come to college again. The way Emily smiles like a hurt puppy at her every time they lock eyes, like she doesn’t want to think about what happened that night. Naomi should be happy that Emily’s trying so hard to forget it because that’s what she wants, but she can’t help but wish they were back there that night. The laughing. Good times. Naomi drags her pen down the margin in her book and makes a massive line down it. No reason. Just bored. Kieran’s ranting about something to do with politics, she knows that answers already, though, so it doesn’t matter that much. “Naomi, what’s the answer then since the rest of the people in this fucking class are incompetent!” He spits sometimes when he speaks and that’s the one thing that Naomi doesn’t like about him. It makes her do a Katie Fitch face in her head. She nearly laughs out loud at that thought. “Well, I haven’t got all fucking day?” He’s standing at the board with pen out ready to right.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t fucking know?” he shakes his head. “Unfuckingbelievable! Useless the bloody lot of you! Guess we’ll have to start from the beginning today if none of you have learnt anything. Turn to page twenty-four...” She blocks him out after that. Head on hand; staring out of the window to her left. Her breath clouds the windows and she presses her finger tip into, nothing else and just leaves it there. No reason. Just bored.
Alright, Naomikins, meet you at lunch. - Cook. She hasn’t seen him all weekend. He’s disappeared a lot recently. She doesn’t bother asking why because she knows he’ll just bite her head off if she does; fair enough because she does the same to him. She’ll meet him. Doesn’t know if she’ll tell him about what happened on Friday night with her and Emily. Probably won’t. He’ll know, though. Cook always fucking knows.
She’s let out of the lessons fifteen minutes later and her feet carry her to the canteen. Cook’s sitting on one of the tables, back leaning against the wall and throwing a coin up and down in his hand, he smirks at her as she sits down and she smiles tightly. “Alright, Naomikins, been yonks since I’ve seen you, babe, how you been?” He leans forward and taps on the table lightly with his coin. He’s nervous, he always does this when he’s nervous, not that she’d tell him she knows that. Why is he nervous?
“And whose fault is that?” She replies tightly and Cook rolls his eyes.
“Oh, come on, babe, no need to be mad at me. Cookie’s got other friends, too, you know? And he’s had a very busy weekend!”
“Doing what?” She asks.
“Why do you care?” He’s getting irritated. Leans back in his chair and throws the coin on the table in front of him. It bounces and hits some kid in the back of the head on the table across. Cook’s eyes bulge and then he’s laughing his head off and pounding his hand on the table. “HA! Did you see that, Blondie? That was fucking quality! Top notch funny shit!”
“Yeah, I saw.” She nods. She doesn’t smile and doesn’t laugh. Just stares at him. He stops laughing and just stares at her as well, nearly glares. What’s happening to them?
“Oh, what the fuck, man? Why the hell did you throw a penny at me!?” The kid asks standing next to the seated Cook. He doesn’t look up at the kid, just keeps starting at Naomi. The kid grabs his shoulder and tugs. “I said, what the fuck man? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Fuck off, prick.” Escapes Cook’s lips.
“No. Why you always gotta be a dickhead all the fucking time? Why do you think you can run round here like you own the fucking place? You’re just a pathetic little...”
Cook’s on his feet, grabs the boy by the scruff of the neck and holds him forehead to forehead. “I said, fuck off, prick. I’m trying to have a fucking conversation with my lady friend here and if you’re not gone in the next two seconds I’ll make you.” He lets go of the boy’s shirt, he stumbles back and stares at Cook for a second. Looks back at his mates who are jeering him on with their eyes and then turns back to Cook to stare. Everyone’s watching them. The boy’s jaw clenches. He retreats and sits back with his mates who make disapproving sounds at them. “Pussy.” Cook mutters when he sits back down across from Naomi.
“How was Friday night, then?” He asks pulling out a fag. He knows he can’t smoke in here but he’ll still do it. “Get your fanny wet, did you?” He smirks at her. Sparks up and just like that they’re back to normal and she smiles at him and rolls her eyes. Doesn’t know how he does it.
“No, Cook, I didn’t. It wasn’t a date. I had a good time.” It’s not a lie. She did have a good time with Emily till they kissed. Doesn’t want to think about that though and decided it’s best not to tell Cook that, that was a given. “What about you? Did you ‘dip your dick’ this weekend?” She asks mocking his speech at the same time with a wink.
“Too fucking right, I did, Naomikins! Katie Fitch came round for a round three on Friday night! That girl just can’t stay away from me! She loves it!” he’s laughing.
“You had sex with her again? Jesus, Cook. Maybe you like her.” She’s teasing.
Cook snorts and moves back in his seat and laughs. “The fuck I do, Blondie!”
“Oh, really? I can’t remember the last time you had sex with the same girl twice, let alone three times. That’s all I’m saying...” She winks at him.
“Nah, Cookie’s a many horse, man. Fitch is nice. Nice tits, lush arse and she’s okay sometimes, but no one can tame me. I’m untameable. Cookie train is always moving and never stops for long and the girls always get off.” He takes a drag.
“Whatever you say, Cook. Guarantee you two have sex again.” It’s become a little more serious now and Cook’s taking a long drag.
“Yeah, well, maybe...” He starts, he spots something in the corner of his eyes and starts to stand up.
“Hey, you! Put that fag out right now, mister!” A voice calls. A teacher is heading his way.
“Cookie’s day is never done,” He winks at Naomi and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll see you tonight, Naomikins.” Then he’s gone. The teacher hot on his tail.
*
She hears the laugh before she even looks at him and rolls her eyes. “He’s fucking disgusting.” She mutters to herself. She watches as he sits there, talking to Naomi and laughing his head off.
“Who is?” Emily asks from across her. Her sister. Emily. She’s always been there. With her every step of everyday and recently fucking Naomi Campbell trying to be her friend? Fuck that. Emily isn’t going to hang around with a fucking lesbian, not a fucking chance. Emily’s been down since Saturday. Katie came back to find Emily doing her homework. Emily was just quieter than usual. She means, Katie knows that that Emily’s quiet but she’s been even more quiet and it’s driving Katie fucking insane. She’s not even that bothered that Emily’s not speaking to her that much she just wishes that Emily would fucking get involved, you know? Fucking drives her up the wall. She shakes her head and looks at her twin. They don’t look the same. Emily’s got a slimmer face and body, Katie doesn’t care, though, because men want something a bit more curvy and when was the last time Emily was with a guy? Exactly. “Cook.”
“Yeah, I don’t know why Naomi would want to hang out with him.” Emily replies.
“Naomi? I do. They’re both fucking losers. They’re perfect for each other. A dyke and a greasy, pikey.” When Katie says dyke, Emily looks away. She shakes her head, ignores it. Selective sight, hearing and speaking, that’s what Katie has. Ignorant is what Emily would call her. Emily just rolls her eyes and stares over at Naomi. She wishes that Friday night hadn’t happened. Fucking drugs make you fucking stupid things, she’ll always remember that. Katie’s picking at her plate and rambling on about something, so bitchy about it that she’s spitting a little on the table and Emily watches it as the droplets start to pile up on the table surface and form into bigger ones. It’s not nice. “I mean, I can’t fucking believe how many people have had sex with him. He’s gross, fucking minging, disgusting. I fucking hate him!”
“Sounds like you like him to me.” Emily snaps. That’s all she’ll say because she knows that she’s already said too much. She wants to tell Katie that she has problems of her own, that she’s gay, she wants to be able to tell her sister about who she likes and why she likes them and how fucked up this whole situation is because she can’t. Just can’t. Can’t make the words leave her mouth and can barely look at her twin nowadays. It’s not like looking in a mirror at fucking all. “What?” It’s harsh; Katie’s voice could kill if she was pissed off enough.
“You just...keep talking about him.”
“Yeah, about how much I fucking hate him, Ems. God, you’re fucking retarded. Hate isn’t love. You fucking loser.” Nice Katie, real fucking nice. Emily backs down, doesn’t even bother trying to argue because you can’t win with Katie, never can. Bitch.
*
Party at Kevin’s tonight. When Cook tells Naomi that she responses with “You’re speaking to me like I know who this person is because...?” and then he proceeds to try and convince her that she’s known a guy for Kevin for ages. She hasn’t. Shakes her head at him and laughs as he tells her of another time he and Kevin had done something that was “fucking quality” and claims she was there as well. She wasn’t. They’re about ten minutes away from the infamous Kevin’s, beer in his hands and vodka in hers, Cook says it’s always polite to bring booze to a party but she stretches to remember the last time she didn’t pay for it. He starts the conversation and she has to admit that it throws her off a bit. “I used to be best mates with JJ.” She doesn’t speak, just nods. “Haven’t been for a while now, but sometimes I miss that boy. Good lad, he was.” Doesn’t say any more. Just passes it off as random conversation later when she asks, she doesn’t push, doesn’t know if she wants to know because she’s used to this Cook and doesn’t want a different one. He has his faults but she likes him like this.
*
When they arrive at Kevin’s it’s packed. Really packed. She struggles to make her way to the booze, needs it right now. Downs a bottle of beer, Cook taught her how. She tries to dance but she’s not really in the mood. Then she sees it. The flash of red and then the smell of strawberries as the redheaded twin sweeps past her. Why the hell is she at every party she goes to? Is that a bad thing? Follows Emily. “Hey, Emily.” She calls when she reaches the backdoor, Emily’s just slipping through it. “Where are you going? The party’s in here.” It’s an outstretched hand. A peace offering. Prays to God that she takes it.
Emily smiles gently at her. “Just getting some air. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“No, that’s fine.” Emily nods lightly and Naomi smiles back. Steps out into the back garden and just stands there with the redhead.
“Didn’t see you today. How was your day?” Naomi’s the one to break the ice.
“Not too great. Katie’s a bitch.”
“Tell me about it. I’ll take her out for you if you want? Cook told me I could be a boxer once.” She punches Emily lightly on the arm and Emily laughs lightly.
“Tempting.”
“Well, the offers there.” Naomi drops her hand back down to her side. Her fingertips lightly brush Emily’s and she pulls back quick. Hesitates. Fuck it. Takes Emily’s hand in hers and intertwines their fingers. Smiles.
*
“Hey, JJ,” He’s drinking coke is the first thing she notices. This is a party, dick. Can’t voice that though because that would wreck it. “How are you?”
He looks startled. Like a deer caught in headlights. “K-katie, hi.” He’s nervous. Plays with his coke can. Katie really wants to roll her eyes right now but she can’t.
“How are you, JJ? Enjoying the party?” She stands next to him, but not too close because she doesn’t really like him that much. Freaks her out a little bit. Mong.
“Erm I’m very well thank you very much. My academic levels at moment as at the top of the class and I’ve been invited to quite a few parties lately, not that I don’t usually get invited to parties. I used to go to them all the time with Cook, but that doesn’t matter.”
“Cook, you two are friends, aren’t you? Why don’t you still go to parties together?” Ignores the nagging voice in the back of her head that’s screaming ‘you don’t care’, wants to find out the answer.
“W-what? Why do you want to know that?”
“Just curious. Saw a picture of you and him with another boy, who was that?” She’s pressing now. Saying too much. Acting too nice. It’s all so fucking fake.
“Because...because...of. No, can’t think about that. Not allowed. Too bad. Too painful. Stupid fucking mong keep your mouth shut, don’t say a fucking word. Stupid idiot, shut up don’t think about it!” He’s just talking to himself. Katie feels the need to take a step back but doesn’t. She moves forward.
“Are you okay?” She moves to place her hand on his shoulder but he flinches away from her, recoils and Katie rolls her eyes. “Alright, that’s enough, JJ. Just fucking tell me already.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Cook moves over and puts his arm around JJ’s shoulder and looks down at him. “You alright, JJ, mate? What’s up?” He’s seen this hundreds of times before. “It’s alright, JJ, mate,” Kisses JJ on the head. “Calm fucking down.” Says it softly. JJ stops all of a sudden and steps back from Cook. Katie thinks that he doesn’t like physical touch.“What the fuck did you say to him?” He glares at Katie.
“She asked about F-Freddie.” JJ replied, calm now.
“That’s his name?” Katie asks. There is something here. She needs to know it now. She needs to know the answer that’s why she’s been hanging around with Cook. That’s the reason she gives herself that makes her have a reason for it. Needs a reason for it.
“Back off.” Cook almost fucking growls it. “Don’t fucking play with fire. Stay the fuck away from JJ. Come on, mate, let’s get you a drink.”
“I-I’ve got one, thanks. A-and I’d prefer it if you did not come near me again Cook, thank you.” He walks away, shaking again a little bit. Katie rolls her eyes. Freak.
“Well, fuck you then, JJ, you tit! Don’t need you! Tosser!” Cook turns and looks at Katie. She doesn’t care what he thinks. He gives her the finger. She slaps him. His eyes look like they’re watering, that’s what it looks like to Katie. She can’t have slapped him that hard. He looks up at the ceiling and then back at her. Pulls his lips tight and then waggles his tongue at her with a wink. Yeah, that’s what she thought. Dick.
“Who’s Freddie?”
“Fuck you, Katie.” Doesn’t call her a pet name. Just walks off.
*
Cook finds her later, sitting with a fag in her mouth and Emily laying on her shoulder; looking out over the garden. “Come on, Naomikins, let’s blow this fucking joint! Plenty more parties to be had, Blondie! Bring, Em, if you want. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it when we get there.”
She scowls at him. “What’s stuck up your arse, Cook? Finally realised your gay and that all your poon over the years has come to nothing? Come on, admit it, it’s why you’re so fascinated with me being gay, want it yourself, don’t you?” She smirks at him.
“Hey, the Cookie only likes the pussy. Sorry to disappoint all the lads out there but the Cookie will only pound the pussy, not the arse. Well, I wouldn’t say no to sticking it up the cracker! Especially your sister’s. Cor, if only.” He’s got a dreamy look on his face and Emily scrunches her face up.
“You’re disgusting. That’s horrid. That’s my sister! Urgh!” Emily pushes up off Naomi and pushes past Cook.
“You not coming, then?” He looks back at Naomi who’s glaring at him.
“What? What’d I fucking do?” Cook asks throwing his arm out in confusion. Naomi just rolls her eyes and tugs him away by his collar.
“That’s it, good dog.” She teases and he pulls himself away.
“Come on, Naomikins, let’s go fucking mental!” he cries putting his arm around her shoulder. She smiles and rolls her eyes. She fucking loves him sometimes. Can’t explain it. “Let’s go catch up with your girlfriend, shall we?” She nods. Doesn’t deny it. She can’t be bothered to argue anymore.
A/N: So, that’s it. Chapter 5! Hope you enjoyed it :D More on the way tomorrow hopefully, but now I’m back at college maybe the next day would be more realistic. What you think? Review please :D hope you liked it.