THE NEXT DAY COOK AND I WALKED INTO HIS MUM'S PLACE, I was doing everything to keep him in a somewhat positive headspace, poking harmless fun at him just to hear him laugh. He tried to get back at me well. I laughed as he went after me as we got into the living room, then his mood shifted dramatically seeing Freddie sitting on the couch in the living room. Once he saw us, he stood up, walking over, "Mate, listen. Thank Christ you're here, your mum's on one again, I've just come 'round-" Freddie started to speak to him, Cook quickly cut him off.
"Oh, yeah? I want to talk to you," Cook said to him, raising a brow.
His mum walked up behind us, wine glass in hand, she was obviously drunk, possibly off a pill or two as well, "Look who it is! The man who cost me ninety thousand quid... Hello, you sweet turd," She spoke slowly.
Cook turned slightly to look at her, "Mum?"
"That's right. Still your mum, and yep..." She stumbled over to the TV, leaning forward to turn it on.
"Where's Paddy?"
"Oh, he's gone to see that friend, what's his name?" She stood up straight again, clearly lost in thought for a moment, "Nevermind it," She then turned back around to look at us, pointing at Freddie, "Look who's here! Freddie, Freddie! Freddie, long time no see, Freddie."
"What do you want?" I asked Freddie, still feeling a tad pissed over what he had said to me at college after Cook and I were kicked out.
"I cam to see if you guys were alright... Is that okay?" He asked, looking towards Cook.
"Yeah, I'm fine! Mhm, tipsy-topsy!" Cook forced a clearly fake and sarcastic smile, raising hiss brows at him.
"Well, I'm glad that someone is... Because we've got a-" His mum turned around, "Hey! Now, we can have a proper party, can't we?" Cook's mum butted back into our conversation, I said down on the couch, Freddie sat next to me, but Cook shoved himself to sit between the two of us, placing his hand on my thigh. Cook's mum started to play Guitar Hero in front of us, dancing and singing rather terribly. I leaned my head onto Cook's shoulder, just watching the situation unfold. "Come on, what's the matter with you? Sitting on your fat arses," She said to us.
"Mum!"
"What's the fucking matter with you? Come on, what's wrong with you! We're fucking adults," I flinched as I watched her fall down onto the floor after this, she passed out once she laid there. Freddie took this as a chance to lean forward, switching off the telly.
"She hasn't changed then," Freddie said to Cook, his voice quiet as he looked down at the woman on the floor.
Cook shook his head, standing up to walk upstairs to his room, I got up and followed him Freddie not long behind us, once we got into the room, Cook confronted him about sleeping with his mum, "When?" Cook questioned him after the two of them argued for a short amount of time.
"Your 15th birthday party," Freddie finally told him, leaning himself against the dresser.
"What? Where was I?"
"Drunk. You had six coconut daiquiris... And anyway, I was the last man standing, and I was still fucked off my head."
"So you fucked my mum?"
"It wasn't like that!"
"Well, tell me, Fred, what the fuck was it like?" Cook paused for a moment, then he shook his head, "Hang on, no, don't answer that."
"It was just a blowjob," Freddie shifted his body around awkwardly, looking down at the ground.
"Oh, yeah, what a relief man, thank goodness!"
