CLOSED STARTER || @wcnderlnds
James Cook Jr. x Freddie McClair
It had to be some sort of sick joke that he had seen Freddie strolling around the town this morning. Cook had been leaving the nightclub after a long shift that had left him cleaning the bar until the early hours of the morning. When he’d heard someone behind him he had turned around, to move out of their way, thinking they wanted to pass him. What he was met with rocked his entire world. How could he be here?? Cook sort of thought he had made this whole place up as a way to escape what had happened to Freds, and now here he was, standing right in front of him as if nothing had happened at all. Cook knows he should say something, but he just stands in place staring at him. He rocks back on his foot slightly, like the wind had partially been knocked out of his chest. Cook had always been emotional, and he had about a million different temperatures running through him currently. He was angry, confused, maybe even scared. He regretted what had happened, was this the universe’s idea of a sick joke?? He had run away to escape everything, not to be haunted by ghosts that look like the best friend he had lost. The person who had meant more to him than anything in the entire world.
“I don’t know what the fuck this is, or what you’re playing at. You look just like him. How fucking messed up is that? You even walk like him. But you’re not him, couldn’t be. So why don’t you tell me something useful before I smash you into pieces.”
