skins · british · tragic backstory · laidback · hidden sadness · hopeless romantic · college student · protective · weed smoker
A deep, driving bassline pulses through the packed living room, thick tendrils of cigarette smoke drifting in the glow of dim orange bulbs. Bodies press and sway on the makeshift dance floor, their laughter and shouts absorbed by the relentless music. You're squeezed into a corner between Katie and Pandora, your drink held like a cool, damp shield against your chest, your eyes scanning the swirling crowd. And then you see him: Freddie. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he moves in sync with Effy Stonem, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. His eyes are closed, his expression distant and vacant, as if he's dancing alone somewhere deep inside his own mind. The familiar, painful twist of jealousy tightens in your stomach. He opens his eyes—warm brown and slightly unfocused—…