I grin at JJ as he enters my dorm room. I fling my arms out, inviting him in for a hug. He sheepishly obliges.

"JJ, lad!" I greet him, ruffling his mop of hair. "You're finally here. We have much to discuss."

JJ groans and pulls away from me, fixing his curly hair. "Please don't tell me this is another one of your master plans, Cook."

I throw my head back, laughing. "Fuck off, kid." I toss a dirty t-shirt that was laying on my bed at him, and he flinches as it lightly hits him and lands on the floor.

"I appreciate that you called it a master plan, though," I chuckle as I pull my t-shirt off over my head and look around for a new one.

"It must really be something good if you're changing your shirt for this," JJ sniggers, and I pause to look at him.

I point at him, then at the desk behind him. "Do me a favour and pass me a hobnob. And drop the cheek while you're at it, lad."

JJ obliges, handing me a biscuit, and I shove it in my mouth to hold while I put on a new shirt.

"Make sure you listen carefully to this," I say, as soon as I'm changed, crumbs spraying out of my mouth. "It is a very elaborate and intricate plan that I can't afford for you to fuck up."

JJ scoffs. "You don't even know what elaborate or intricate means."

"Oi, watch it," I warn him. "I dunno what's gotten into you today, maybe Freddie's got the better of you or summet, but I'd recommend you can it soon enough kid."

JJ shrugs, plonking himself down on the edge of my bed. "Alright, sorry, Cookie."

I smile. "No worries, kiddo." I grab my phone out from under JJ's arse, as he managed to sit on it. "Right, to business."

"May I ask what this business is?" JJ queries.

I stare at him in response. "Women, JJ," I state. "We've had many failed attempts at getting you laid, but tonight's the night, I'm sure of it."

"How so?" JJ blinks, perplexed.

"Go into details on the way. We've gotta go to Pandoras." I pull him off the bed by his wrist.

JJ sighs and doesn't object as he lets me drag him out of my dorm, down the hallways and out of the building.

-

When we arrive outside Pandora's house, there's already a faint thumping of music and the sound of girls singing.

We peer through the hedges of her front driveway and stare into Pandora's bedroom window. I squint, frantically searching for any sign of life.

"Are they - are they getting undressed?" I question, craning my neck to get a better view. I get closer to her house, now almost on her driveway, my head ducked as to not look as obvious.

"Cook, they're not. Why would they get undressed?" JJ whispers-shouts at me as he joins me to crouch behind one of the pillars at the entrance to her driveway.

"Can I just remind you that Pandora's party is specified as a girls-only event."

I turn to look at him. "Yup," I nod, getting up, still ducking, to make my way closer to her front door. "And you know what that means?"

"Of course I do!" JJ calls after me, his voice slightly louder now as I crouch behind her car. He comes up behind me, also crouching.

"Ok, so I'm not 100% sure what it means," he mumbles.

I laugh and turn to face him. "So let me enlighten you, Double J," I start. "Pyjama party means only one thing - girls getting friendly."

"Friendly?" JJ echoes, confused.

"Oh, yeah," I grin. "Real friendly."

"Hang on," JJ responds. "Even I know that only happens in overblown and possibly illegal teen dramas. Mum says there's a lot less sex going on than I might imagine."

I stare at the boy in disbelief. He can't be serious.

"You never experienced wish fulfilment, J?"

JJ shakes his head, embarrassed. "Never."

"They're all in there," I motion with my head toward Pandora's house. "Girls getting to know each other, experimenting, getting lubed up and gagging for forbidden fruit, and we're gonna give it to them."

With that, I get up and start to make way toward the door.

I'm interrupted by JJ muttering under his breath. "If Freddie was here.."

I turn back on my heel and crouch down beside J. "Do you see Freddie?" I ask, looking around in a mocking manner.

JJ shakes his head in response.

"Did we invite Freddie?"

Another head shake. "No," JJ responds, his head down.

"And why didn't we invite him?" I press.

"Because he's a fun sponge?" JJ answers, blinking rapidly.

"You got it," I mutter, turning away and heading toward the door, noticing a flower bed with a full bottle of vodka thrown in it.

"You see?" I announce, proudly picking up the bottle and holding up it up to display it to JJ. "It's a sign."

I walk toward the door when it suddenly makes the clicking sound of it being opened.

I duck away from the door sharpish, hiding around the side of the house, leaving poor J stranded as the door opens and an angry woman answers, presumably Pandora's mum.

As I leave JJ to deal with her, I plan a way I can make it into the house without being caught.

I eye up the silver car parked directly near the low roof. Perfect.

I quickly make my way over to it as soon as I hear the front door slam, and hop on top of the car, triggering the alarm.

"Cook?" JJ calls, alarmed.

I put my finger up to my lips and signal onto the roof. He looks around in panic as I use the gutter clinging to the edge of the shingle to pull me up from the car onto the narrow roof.

I motion with my hand at JJ as he reluctantly gets on top of the car. I give him a hand up onto the roof I was standing on and help him up as his feet scrabble at the gate beneath him.

"Don't make too much noise, kid!" I hiss under my breath, and he finally makes it safely up beside me.

I push him toward Pandora's window, which was directly beside us. "Come on," I mutter, nudging him.

JJ turns back to me. "Cook!" He protests. "This is a fantasy and I have to tell you, a poorly constructed one. Just because I have a natural facility on a climbing wall-"

"Get in there," I interrupt him, wrapping my arms around him and guiding him closer to the window. "Come on. We need to see them doing it."

"For the last time, they are not going to be doing it," he rambles. "They will not be naked, and they will not be engaged in mutual masturbation."

"Check," I interrupt.

"What?"

"I'm requesting a check," I state. "Is that too much to ask of a friend?"

JJ hesitates, taking deep breaths, and carefully leans toward the window to peek in. He pauses briefly before quickly turning back to me, frantic.

"What the fuck?" I ask, hope rising inside of me.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" JJ babbles in excitement.

"What? What? What?" I repeat, over JJ's babbling.

"They're n.. na..." he starts, stammering.

"Please say naked," I beg, staring at JJ.

"Nearly naked!" He exclaims.

"That's good enough," I mutter, roughly shoving past him in order to see for myself.

There is no way in fuck, am I letting JJ witness this and not me.

"Ah... Cook! Cook" JJ protests as I frantically try to push in front of him so I can have a look.

I laugh as he struggles weakly beneath me, him bent over in front of me as I desperately try to shove my way to the window.

I finally make it to the window, craning my neck to get a look in. I'm greeted by Effy standing directly in front of me, starting to undress.

She lifts her dress off over her head and reveals herself, locking eyes with me as she lowers her arms. I stare at her in awe.

She smiles at me and I smile back gleefully, ignoring JJ behind me.

"Cook, I can't hang on, I'm going to slip!"

I continue staring at Effy, barely noticing Eve behind her, even though I can feel her eyes boring right through me.

"Cook! Cook! Cook! Cook!" JJ shouts as he loses his grip, plummeting to the ground beneath us, bringing me with him.

We grunt in unison as we land on our arses, pain shooting through me.

Worth it.

-

Me and JJ stand outside the house, staring up at the window at the girls dancing and singing to Livin' On A Prayer. JJ looks defeated beside me, but I'm still determined.

"I'm telling you, man," I start, pointing up at them. "We've gotta fucking get in there!"

"No," J mumbles in response.

"No?" I repeat, looking at him, taken aback by his sudden assertiveness.

"Freddie says, every time you ask me to do something, just say no."

"He said that?" I ask, getting annoyed. Why's Freddie still getting in the way when he isn't even here?

"Yes," JJ responds. "It's a song which gives useful lifestyle advice but, more than that, it's a state of mind."

I stare at the ground. "Maybe me and Freds are gonna have words," I mutter. "But somehow, love you or leave you, Gay J, I'm going to this party."

I head back toward the house, eyeing up the gutter beside the front door. "You coming?"

"No," I hear him respond, but I ignore him as I quickly make my way by climbing up the gutter.

"Suit yourself, Gay J," I call back at him, my voice strained as I lift myself up onto the roof.

I look around for an open window, thankfully there was one near enough to where I was. It was barely ajar so I pried it open before scrambling in and landing lightly on my feet in a random bedroom.

The sound of the girls in a nearby room is like music to my ears. I'm finally fucking in.

"Result" I sigh to myself, breathing a breath of relief as I take the bottle of vodka I found out from the waistband of my trousers and untwist the cap, taking a long swig, wincing at the taste.

It's clearly the cheapest - and shittest - vodka you can get. I'm no snob though. I'll drink or take anything as long as it does what it's meant to do.

I pause when I hear faint voices approaching the bedroom I'm in.

"Dump her in here! Dump her in here!"

Panic rises through me as I rapidly scan the room for somewhere to hide. There's no way I'm getting caught now when I've made it this far.

"Shit! Fuck!" I swear under my breath as I hear them coming closer. I spot the wardrobe and hop in it just in time, shutting the door behind me just as the bedroom door is opened.

I try and level my breathing as I listen to the voices on the other side of the wardrobe. There's rustling movement as I hear someone being placed on the bed.

"Is she breathing?" One voice says, it sounds like Emily. Though it could also be Katie.

Someone burps and the girls acknowledge it. I listen intently until I hear the door shut.

"Thank fuck," I whisper to myself, rattling at the wardrobe door to open it. It doesn't fucking open.

"Oh, man," I groan, when I realise I'm now trapped in here. This is my fate now.

I try rattling the door another couple times, but it doesn't budge. Giving up, I sigh in defeat and twist open the lid of the vodka bottle instead.

Not like there's anything else to do.

After a long period of me just standing in the cramped space, my feet starting to go a little numb, I hear the sweet sound of someone opening the door.

Meanwhile, downstairs it sounds like the whole city of Bristol is crammed in Panda's living room.

I hear a girl murmur something, she faintly sounds something like Effy.

I start to bang at the door again, trying to get it open and also to let whoever it is on the other side know that I'm trapped so they can let me out.

"Hello?" The voice says. It's definitely Eff.

"They fucking door's locked itself, hasn't it?" I mutter.

After a moment, the door is pressed and slowly opens to reveal Effy facing me.

I smile at her. "Hey."

"Hey," she responds, raising her eyebrows. "You should've pulled."

"I will now, won't I?" I grin at her cheekily.

She gives me a small smile in response.

"Is this the cupboard for mindless sex?" I ask.

"You don't give a fuck about anything, do you?" Effy says.

Shaking my head, I smile at her. "Nope."

I take yet another swig out of the bottle and look at her. She smiles and comes into the cupboard with me, shutting the door behind us.

-

After falling through the cupboard mid-shag into some weird sex room, and watching a porn taping of Pandora's mum and their neighbour, Effy and I part ways. I head back downstairs into the heart of the party while Effy goes to try and find Panda.

The entire downstairs is filled with a fuck ton of footie heads and random girls. I can't even pick out one person that I actually know, apart from Katie's bell-end boyfriend, who has his arms wrapped around two other girls who definitely aren't Katie.

I grab an unopened can of lager that was lying on the kitchen table, and make my way out to the garden, where it's not as packed.

There's a bouncy castle propped in the dead center of the garden. "Brilliant," I grin to myself before kicking off my shoes and diving onto the bouncy.

I accidentally almost crush a girl as I land. She screams and rolls away, her hair covering her face.

"Sorry, babes," I laugh, standing up and sipping my lager. I offer my hand out to the girl. "Care for a bounce?"

She brushes her hair off her face and I realise it's Eve. Fucks sake.

"Cook!" She exclaims in surprise when she sees me. "I knew I recognised you."

"Hi," I mumble, taking another sip. "Not giving me the silent treatment anymore?"

"I was never giving you any treatment to begin with," she retorts, eyeing me.

"Oh yeah?" I laugh. "What the fuck were those past couple days then?"

"Nothing," she shrugs in response. "Just didn't have anything to say to you."

"You always have something to say to me," I mutter.

"Okay," she replies.

"Okay," I shrug. "I'll leave you alone then."

As I start to turn around and head back into the house, Eve interrupts me.

"Wait," she pauses, then lowering her voice to a whisper. "Stay."

I smile, turning back around and sitting beside her, trying to keep my can steady so it doesn't spill as the bouncy castle slightly jolts us around from my movement.

"You just can't resist the Cookie Monster, can you?"

She doesn't say anything, just looks down as her hair covers her face.

"Silent treatment," I mumble, taking a sip of lager.

"You see Effy tonight?" She asks me, running her fingers through the creases in the bouncy, avoiding eye contact. I know she already knows the answer.

I hesitate. "Why does it matter?"

"So you did," she states. "It's fine, I don't care."

"Good, you shouldn't care," I snort.

"Why?" She snaps.

"I'm not yours, you're not mine. So why should you care what I do with other girls?"

"You're unbelievable, Cook," she spits, getting up.

I laugh and grab her leg as she tries to storm past me. She screams as she falls over and I pull her closer to me by her legs, throwing my can away.

"Let go of me!" She breathes, looking up at me.

I raise my hands in the air and let her go. "Alright, chill out love."

She winces. "Don't call me that unless you actually mean it."

"What?" I ask her, dumbfounded.

"You know what," she responds staring deep into my eyes. I look away awkwardly.

"Whatever," I get up, stretching. "You're a weird girl, Evie."

She shakes her head at me disdainfully. "You'll never see it, will you?"

"See what?" I frown at her in confusion.

"That there's actually people in this world who would do anything for you, but you just ignore them all and toss them aside like some piece of shit for some girl who doesn't give a fuck."

I stare at her. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Go figure," she says sarcastically. She gets up, shooting me a look before scrambling off the bouncy castle.

"Alright then, fuck off!" I shout after her, and she doesn't turn around as she storms off, back into the house.

I stare at where she once was for a moment, before shoving my hands in my pockets and sniffing scornfully.

"Whatever."

-

I stand in Pandora's living room, the remains of the party scattered everywhere. Her house is a fucking wreck. Poor girl.

The coffee table has been since knocked over, the sofa cushions thrown around the place. There's empty beer cans and bottles everywhere. The banners for her girl sleepover are hanging off the walls, barely holding on. There's half deflated pink and purple balloons everywhere.

You can tell Panda put in some massive effort for what was originally intended to be a strictly girls only party. It's cute, really.

I have no clue what time it is. I know it's fairly late now, since everyone's long gone. I stuck round because I've nowhere else to be. A party is a party, I like to stay till the very end.

I take a sip out of a random beer can left on the mantlepiece as I finish rolling my joint. I look up as I notice Pandora standing in the doorway, looking dejected.

"All right, Panda?" I greet her.

"Hi," she squeaks.

"We're the last ones standing," I say, motioning around the room with my arms in the air. "No-ones got any stamina these days."

"Right," she mumbles as she picks up some game board. "Whizzer."

I spark my joint and stare at her as I take a pull.

"I wanted to play Twister," she starts. "And then the girls were gonna tell me how to do sex."

"Bummer," I respond as I blow out my smoke. "How do you do it, anyway?"

"Huh?" She asks me, confused. "You know, you've done loads of sex."

I smile. "No, Twister."

"Oh!" A smile grows on her face. "You spin the dial, and then you put your hands and feet where it tells you."

I laugh as I watch her spin the dial on the board. "Let's do it, then."

She smiles at me, excitedly, and grabs the colourful mat, clearing a space on the filthy floor and laying it flat down.

She spins the dial and directs me what to do.

"Hands, there," she points at a yellow circle. I place my hands where she told me.

"Now, me." She spins the dial again and puts her hand beside mine.

"Ohhhhh," I laugh through the joint in my mouth, beginning to understand the game.

She directs my hands and feet to whatever colour they're meant to be on. She laughs happily as we play.

We go through loads of complicated positions, trying to get our hands and feet on the right colours. Eventually she ends up on top of me.

She gently takes the joint from my mouth, smiling. As she takes a pull, I look at her, thinking.

Might as well finish off the night with a shag.

She puts the joint back in my mouth and I take it out, pressing it on the ground to put it out.

"Hey, Panda," I say.

"Yes, Cookie?" She smiles at me.

"D'you want me to show you," I look her slowly up and down.

"What?" She looks at me in confusion.

"You know," I grin at her.

We stare at each other for a few moments, Panda thinking over what I just said. She starts to lean in, but is hesitant. I meet her halfway and our lips meet.

I pull out and start to take off my shirt, going back in to kissing her and taking off her top in the process. She gets fully on top of me and I grab her and flip her over so that I'm on top of her.

-

I wake up to the sun shining in through the windows. I look around, my head slightly hurting, and remember the events of the night before. Panda's already up, she's standing at the doorway.

"Morning, Pands," I smile at her.

"Morning, Cookie," she whispers. "You've gotta go now, I don't want mum waking up and finding you."

"Fair enough," I get up, grabbing my t-shirt and my trousers. I quickly shove them on, barely taking time to even close my zipper, and she leads me out to the front door.

"Enjoy yourself?" I smile at her and she nods eagerly, but she looks worried.

I laugh and she opens the door. I come out before her and she follows me quickly after, chatting as we walk.

When we get to the end of her driveway. I turn to face her to say goodbye and she leans in to kiss me. I grab her hand but she pulls away and simply just waggles her finger in my face.

I grin and pull up the zipper of my trousers.

"Cya later," I smile at her, turning around and walking down the footpath.

I smile to myself as I head home. There's something special about taking a girls virginity. She won't forget me for the rest of her life.

I look up in surprise as I spot Thomas frantically approaching. "Thomas?"

"Hello, Cook," he pants.

"Thought you were back in Congo."

"My mother let me come home," he grins. "I cannot talk much, I must see Panda!"

I nod and watch him as he takes off again, racing toward Pandora's house, calling out her name.

Uh oh.

author's note

never catch me actually writing a sex scene in detail. for someone who's had a lot of sex I find it so fucking hard to write about lol......
this chapter is half based off the actual episode (s3ep04) and the other half is just my own little additions to it. I don't really like writing chapters completely based off the episodes, I prefer to just keep a loose connection to the main plot of each ep, but for some chapters I like to use the actual script. usually when I'm feeling a bit uncreative hahaha

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