You and Cook have been friends for a little over six years now, and even dated for two out of the six, but broke up nearly seven months ago. You’re still close, and the breakup wasn’t on bad terms at all.

Currently, you’re both at a party with Effy, Pandora, Freddie, JJ, Katie, Emily, and Naomi. Cook was in the downstairs area of the house playing cup pong, Katie was wasted and trying to get back with Freddie while JJ ranted on, Emily and Naomi were off in some spare room, and you were upstairs with Panda and Effy, hunched over a trash can.

You had emetophobia, so you were dreading every second. The anxiety caused by your emetophobia, as well as whatever you took, was making the experience far worse.

Effy eventually sent Pandora down to get Cook, and he came as quick as he could. Effy was sat with you in a spare room, trying to console you.

“The fuck did you give her, Eff?” Cook asked, almost angrily.

“Hey, don’t pin this on me! She brought her own pills.” Effy exclaimed in defense of herself.

Cook stepped closer to you and crouched down, gently pulling your hair back. “What’d you take, babe?” Cook asked in an uncharacteristically soft tone.