Cook and Effy, Tainted Love (SKINS FANFICTION)

Old Time's Sake

In all honesty I didn't think I would come back to this because I wasn't sure where I was going to go with it. I sort of just jumped straight into it because it was an idea. But recently I've been re-watching Skins and it only reminded me of how much I love Effy and Cook, so I thought about this story I started. I want to to something more with it. So I got writing again and I feel like I am sure about the sort of direction it is going in. I don't necessarily know how fast, or how slow, updates will be because I have a busy life. But I will try my best for sure.

Thanks to those who have read the first 2 chapters and left comments, I hope you can come back to this. 

Cook.

2 Days later.

'Idiot' I thought to myself. How could I have possibly allowed two whole days to pass without calling Effy? I have no idea why I didn't' do it yet, maybe it's still the shock of seeing her so suddenly. I don't know. Either way I felt like an idiot and she probably thought it too. It's not that I didn't want to call her, I'm dying to hear the sound of her voice again, but I knew that deep down I was paranoid that we would get close again and things would just end between us, again. I didn't want that. Leaving her behind after what I done to John Foster broke me, it was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Not to mention the overwhelming sense of guilt I felt when I looked at her, simply because I thought about Freddy.

Freddy.

What would he say to me if he were here right now? Probably something along the lines of 'Grow a pair of balls and pick up and phone and talk to her.' I smiled to myself, Freds was always the wise one in awkward situations, sometimes. I remember back when I would have too much to drink and fuck things up, or go off the rails, no matter how much of a nuisance I was he would always have my back. That's why he was my best friend. Each day that passes kills me a little more. I now begin to wonder exactly how Freddy would feel if Effy and I got "close" again. I immediately dismissed those thoughts. The chances of me getting romantically or sexually involved with Effy again were low, for all I knew she probably had a boyfriend now. And besides I had no business moving in on her, three years have passed and I can't imagine her having the same feelings for me as she did back in the day. She made her true feelings clear when she told me she loved Freddy and not me. I had no right to even think about the possibility of a romantic reunion with her. Freddy wouldn't like it, Effy most likely wouldn't want it, and I would screw everything up like always.

But there's no point in dwelling on that now. It's all in the past. The past is dead and buried. But yet I still shouldn't shake off the voice in the back of my mind telling me to grow some balls and call her. I look down to my hand to where the phone number in black was slightly faded now, but still visible, somehow I had managed to memorise it over the two days as it was practically the only thing I looked at when I was alone.

'Just do it Cook, what have you got to lose?' That voice told me again, and my frustrations grew. Clenching my fists, I got up out of bed as I glanced at the bedside clock. 12:15 P.M. I had no idea I even stayed in bed for that long. Serves me right for all the late nights. Where I was living wasn't anything special, actually it was horrible, but I make do. Of course I couldn't actually afford a place of my own for now. After the incident with Louie I was left with nothing, not that I actually had anything to begin with. Not a penny to my name. I'm sharing a small, two bedroom, minimal furnished flat with a mate of mine that happens to be a drug dealer. Because of that he isn't really around that much, which is a good thing because I enjoy the peace. His name is Marco, he's of Spanish descent I think. He's an alright guy, I want to punch him in the face most of the time because he's an annoying shit. But other than that we get along well and often I help him out with certain deals that puts cash in my pocket. I haven't left the drug dealing days behind me yet, even though I swore to myself that I wouldn't get involved with it again after all the crap with Louie. But after spending months on the run with literally nothing, what can a man do? I'm not proud of it at all, but I'm hoping I'll be able to get a proper job somewhere seeming as the police don't seem to be coming after me anymore. Things have died down in recent months.