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Falling in love was a stupid thing. Cookie happens to be a stupid person.
Stupid was a big word, so was love, Cookie didn't associate with either of them, the only thing he loved was winning, and he was by all means, not stupid.
So despite YBJ’s casual tease of ‘Ooh! Cookies caught feelings!’ or Whiskeys little pep talk about how it's okay to be gay or some shit, he was not in love with Lemonade.
Lemonade was annoying, always blurting out the wrong words, his hair was a sickening colour, and his eyes always drew unwanted attention, his smile was hard to look away from because of how obnoxious it was, and his voice was like a fork scratching slowly against a plate.
Maybe Cookie could bare him, but hardly so. If Cookie could vote, he'd vote Lemonade, just so the loser didn't have to occupy as much space as he did.
Even so…
Cookie found himself calling out Lemonades name,
in an oddly fond tone
the second their eyes met.
…
The party air was sickenly heavy. It smelt like someone was vaping throughout the entire area, Cookie didn't vape, he couldn't place what flavour it was, something sickening however.
Cookie didn't really like anyone here, he'd tried to mingle with Flaggy and whoever she liked to hang out with, but he found their voices irritating and their conversations boring the longer he tried. Money hadn't been seen since she stormed off from an argument with DC.
So to put it frank.
Cookie was alone, bored, overwhelmed, and–
Really fucking wished someone would turn the music down.
Cookie found himself leaning against some pillar, tapping his fingers against his side, taking deep breaths.
He really was not in the mood for this shit.
Cookie scowled as he heard Flaggy's grating voice shout out too loudly from somewhere, how he wished she learns how to shut up, because forbid a guy catches a break.
He slumped against the pole, reaching the floor, his head slamming against the cold metal every few moments. It didn't really help with anything, it made the empty feeling at the back of his head have an ache, but that didn't help anything.
People either didn't notice Cookie's misery, or they purposely ignored it. He wouldn't be shocked if it was majorly the latter. I mean, who really wanted to hang out with Cookie of all contestants? I mean, most people would prefer TP to him, at least TP was funny…
Cookie didn't really think TP was funny.
His jokes never landed, his humour circled around topics Cookie was irritated by, and honestly? His voice was so irritating that it made the jokes impossible to even have the chance of being funny.
Speaking of voices.
“Cookie!”
A familiar fork scraping against a plate called.
Lemonade, of course it was Lemonade.
Lemonade always showed up at bad times.
Well, every time was a bad time with Cookie.
Maybe Lemonade needed to pick different friends.
They weren't friends.
Cookie despises Lemonade.
“Lemonade-!”
Cookie replied back.
Fondly.
He wasn't fond of Lemonade.
Why did Lemonade's presence make that fog clear up? Why did his attention feel sharp instead of drifting?
A coincidence.
The way his breathing calmed?
Coincidence.
Lemonade just had really good timing.
That was all.
Right?
Right.
“What's got you on the floor?”
Lemonade teased, crouching down to meet Cookie's gaze more efficiently.
Maybe Lemonade's eyes weren't horrible.
Matter of fact, they were captivating.
Not in a good way, or anything.
Lemonade's eyes grabbed attention.
They always did.
“I'm too lazy to stand.”
Cookie huffed, leaning back, head hitting the pole for the first time without being harshly.
“That's fair.”
Lemonade hummed, cracking a small smile.
Lemonade's smile wasn't too bad.
Cookie almost stuttered out his next words, caught off guard by how nice Lemonade's smile looked.
“When did you get here dude?”
A simple, uninterested question.
Cookie had been wondering, he hadn't seen Lemonade earlier.
If he had, he'd surely already have flocked to him.
“Like five minutes ago, I heard Milk was here.”
Lemonade beamed.
Cookie wanted to tear the grin off his face.
Milk.
It was always her.
“I haven't seen her, it's stupid that you're believing just anyone saying that stuff.”
Cookie grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, she's not here?”
Milk was definitely here, she’d been recording some tiktok the last Cookie had seen her.
Cookie didn't want Lemonade to go seek her out right now though.
For some reason..