Cook and Effy, Tainted Love (SKINS FANFICTION)

Real or not real?

Note: If you haven't watched Skins UK then this story may be hard to follow. It also contains a few spoilers, but not many.

This story will contain some bad launguage, mild references to drugs and probably some sexual content.

Basically like in Season 7, things take place three years after Freddies death. This is my view on how events would play out if Effy and Cook were to meet again.

Cook POV

"Cook, Baby, are you coming in or what? It's freezing out here." My lady companion says to me outside the entrance of the Club. She stood with her arms crossed and an impatient look on her face. Fuck, girls these days seem to have little or no patience at all. Even when you make time to invite them out to come clubbing they still seem to have a sour look on their faces. There's just no pleasing them. Before I say anything my eyes linger back to the spot which distracted me. A few seconds ago something caught my eye, something far too familiar. I'm not sure what I saw to be quite honest, it was only the back of a girls head but something triggered inside of me, something I couldn't really explain. It was like I knew who she was judging by the look of her brunette locks. A gust of wind flows past me and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to laugh, I was definitely going mad. I take one last glance at the now empty spot where the girl stood. I probably imagined it. Maybe it was from that spliff I smoked earlier?

"I'm not standing here for much longer! Last chance, are you coming in or not?" I wasn't quite sure of this girls name, all I knew is that it began with an S. I had only met her the night before in some pub and she was starting to annoy me already. I don't even know why I decided to call her and ask her to come clubbing with me tonight. Usually I don't even see any girls that I hooked up with again. But I really don't even know why I do anything anymore.

"Yeah, sorry, I got distracted." I finally respond as I move towards the inside of the club, and the girl whose name I can't remember follows.

"It's okay, you won't get one bit distracted with me tonight, at all. I'll keep you fully entertained." She says in a flirtatious voice as she grabs my hand, leading us further into the large busy nightclub.

"Good to know." I reply in a voice a lot flatter than I anticipated. Of course I knew what she was talking about, I'm always up for a good shag. But my mood tonight didn't seem right. I was already plotting ways to get rid of this girl.

We approached the bar and I pull my wallet out of my pocket as the barman came over to us. "I'll have your cheapest whiskey." I say loud enough so that he could hear me above the blaring music. I turn towards the girl who now has a pouty look on her face, clearly expecting me to buy her a drink. Fucking hell, I can't wait to get away from her. "Are you having one?"

"Vodka and coke." She says before giving me a smirk.

I handed the barman the appropriate amount of money needed and he comes back with our drinks in less than a minute. I thank him before I find myself being dragged away once again. The girl has a firm grasp on my hand and she leads me into the middle of the dance floor. I rolled my eyes and I took a big gulp of my drink, savouring the burning sensation down my throat.

She sets her drink aside on a counter top and she throws my arms around my shoulders, almost causing me to spill my drink. "I want to know you more."

"Aren't you going to drink?" I exclaim pointing towards her untouched Vodka and Coke. "I paid almost five quid for that."

"I will soon, okay?" She says in an annoyed voice. Her arms went slightly tighter around my neck and she brings her face up closer to mine. "There's something I'm a lot more interested in right now anyway."