Oh my giddy, giddy, giddy... aunt.

It was mid afternoon as they headed down to Fishponds, the weather had a hint of a chill to it and Cook was humming away to a tune, hands shoved in his pockets and JJ by his side. That’s how Cook liked things, being carefree with his mates. No worries. And Cook honestly hadn’t had it like this is awhile now. “I’ve been well.” Cook gritted, lying through his teeth although no one would notice. Cook excelled in the art of lying and convincing others he was absolutely peachy. “Spent some time out of Bristol, partying down in London you know.” That part had some truth, but Cook didn’t spend all his time there. Most of his time was spent locked away in his room, looking through old photos of Freddie and the rest of his mates. He suddenly shook his head clean of these memories, taking JJ over in a headlock. “And how bout’ you me little boy?” he chirped happily.

JJ smiles as he hears Cook humming “Ace of Spades,” his usual song of choice. It feels like it was just yesterday that the Musketeers were heading over to Fishponds for Cook’s madcap 17th birthday party. I’ve been well. JJ has a hard time reading Cook’s facial expression and tone. He seems ok, but he can’t be, can he? The three people hit hardest by Freddie’s death were himself, Cook, and Effy. They’ll never really be ok. But who’s to say Cook isn’t actually having an ok day today? So JJ says nothing. “Gah!” JJ cries as Cook suddenly gets him in a headlock. “Get off me, you knob,” he growls. And how ‘bout you me little boy? “I’m not little. We’re the exact same age and height.” JJ puffs out his cheeks in annoyance. Cook always had the uncanny ability to turn him into a pouty little kid. But then JJ’s expressions falters. “I-I’ve been better. Family drama, that sort of thing.” He isn’t lying, but his slight stuttering always indicts a lie or otherwise being vague about the truth. This is supposed to be a Musketeer night out. He doesn’t want to hear about my problems, not in Cookie Monster mode. I’ll only burden him.

fucking-cookie:

thethirdmusketeer:

Cook…why in the hell do you have my ukulele on your multicolored cock? -_-

That’s none of your business mate, but what is my business and where you get off believing my cock is multicolored?

You were in my house playing fugitive, remember? It is my business to know why you defiled my precious ukulele! >.<

Cook, you have no shame. I’ve seen you naked more times than I wish to count. Plus, need I remind you that everyone from our class saw your cock out during the welcoming assembly?