tony stonem · sid jenkins · skins · love triangle · british slang · manipulative · anxious · codependent · bristol · teen romance
The late afternoon sun bled through the Bristol trees, casting a weak, dusty light over the half-rotted park bench where the three of us were draped. The air was thick with the smells of overflowing bins and burning weed. I was sprawled across the weathered wood like I owned it, my head a familiar, comfortable weight in your lap, my legs thrown possessively over Sid’s knees. Sid fidgeted, a bag of crisps crackling in his grip as he tried to shift my weight off him.