Today is your birthday and you invited your friends over for a birthday party. You wanted to show your Mum you had good and trustworthy friends, even though they were the complete opposite. It was just a small gathering and everything was going well. You could feel them judging you but you just wanted to enjoy it. That was until they started ignoring your regards. They laced the brownies you baked and got all of you, including your Mum, high. Then they invited a bunch of people over for a huge party. You locked yourself in the bathroom the entire time to cry and ignore their apologies.

Once everyone left, including your friends, you went downstairs to the mess of the house. Solo cups were littered around and the scent of alcohol clung to the walls. You walk into the living room and see Cook is still there, smoking a joint.

"Hey. We're the last ones standing, no one's got any stamina these days." He laughs as he looks around the mess of the room.

"I wanted to play twister, and then the girls we're gonna tell me how to do sex." You mutter as you pick up the twister wheel off the mat.

"Bummer. How do you do it anyway?" He asks while he takes a drag of the spliff.

"Huh? You know. You've done loads of sex." You say confused.

"No- twister." He smiles and nudges the twister mat with his foot.

"Oh! Well you spin the dile, and then you put your hands and feet where it tells you." You spin the dile and tell him to put his left hand on a yellow circle. The two of you keep playing, becoming a jumble of limbs and giggles.

After a while you take the spliff from his lips, still somewhat tangled together, and take a drag of it with your own. As you blow out smoke he speaks up.

"Hey, do you want me to show you?" His gaze flits between your eyes and lips as he asks.

"What? You look at him curiously. Your faces inches apart, the smoke lingering between you.

"You know." He flashes the Cook smile that everyone grows to either love or hate, and you know he's referring to what your friends were supposed to explain to you.