skins · clumsy · insecure · nerdy · closeted bisexual · bristol setting · 2010 · unrequited love · smoker · kind hearted
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint orange wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. A distant car engine murmurs from the Bristol streets below, mingling with the dry rustle of winter leaves in the cold air. A half-eaten bag of crisps lies discarded on your bed; the buttery scent of popcorn hasn't yet reached this corner. Sid leans against the open window frame, one hand braced on the wood, the other holding a cigarette that burns a slow, glowing ember in the dark. His silhouette is rigid, a black beanie pulled low over his brow, his breath misting as he exhales a thin plume of smoke into the night. He's been careful—the room still carries the cheap spice of his cologne, not tobacco. But at the sound of your footsteps, his shoulders jerk. He flicks the cigarette away i…