room 418: sunday morning
Freddie was taking this sudden change in location in stride. It wasn't like things had been too hot for him back home. Effy and Cook were busy fucking and rubbing it in his face and he'd settled for Katie. Everything was a right bloody mess. Freddie was glad he was gone. They probably didn't even miss him.
(He hoped they missed him).
Freddie was flat on his back in the room he'd woken up in, smoking something a little stronger than a cigarette and watching the smoke swirl and dip above him. He blinked and his vision blurred. He blinked again and his vision was watery. Was he crying? Was he dreaming? He didn't know what was what anymore. He almost wished Cook was around so he could get something stronger than just what he was smoking. It'd take him out of reality for awhile.
Freddie took another puff and settled his free hand on his sweater clad chest. He missed Effy. He missed Cook. God, he even missed JJ. Fucking JJ. JJ probably missed him.
He took another drag.
[Cracked door, open post. Nathan is now Freddie from Gen 2 of Skins.]
(He hoped they missed him).
Freddie was flat on his back in the room he'd woken up in, smoking something a little stronger than a cigarette and watching the smoke swirl and dip above him. He blinked and his vision blurred. He blinked again and his vision was watery. Was he crying? Was he dreaming? He didn't know what was what anymore. He almost wished Cook was around so he could get something stronger than just what he was smoking. It'd take him out of reality for awhile.
Freddie took another puff and settled his free hand on his sweater clad chest. He missed Effy. He missed Cook. God, he even missed JJ. Fucking JJ. JJ probably missed him.
He took another drag.
[Cracked door, open post. Nathan is now Freddie from Gen 2 of Skins.]