3. Sketch

Sketch sighed quietly, looking over to Maxxie's window. He'd remembered to close the blinds. She'd have to think of something else.

Here's the thing: Sketch is in love with Maxxie. And more than that, she's possessed of him. And as crazy she knows it is, she's been stalking him, taking pictures when he doesn't know, watching his every move. She'd even broken into his house and taken pictures of him sleeping, stolen his clothes, and cut locks of his hair. She'd considered lifting his covers on one of her visits – he did sleep naked, after all – but she felt that was going too far. She'd set up camera's in his house, but she couldn't get the feed to connect. She lay down on her bed, staring up at the life-size picture of her eternal love. She smiled at him as she drifted to sleep, Maxxie a welcome intruder into her dreams.

-Skins-

Maxxie lifted a blind, just a quarter of an inch and looked over to Sketch's window. She was nowhere to be seen. He opened his blinds, feeling the sun on his skin. He sighed in satisfaction. His skin hadn't felt sunlight in ages. He looked at Sketch's window—still empty. His phone rang, and picking it up, he opened the text message.

"Kevin: R u ready?"

Maxxie and Kevin had planned a picnic down at the park. He picked up his phone, and typed.

"Maxxie: Yea. There in 5."

Fifteen minutes later, Maxxie walked to Kevin, who was sitting on a bench, the ones with no backs, smoking a joint of spliff.

"Hey, what happened to the picnic?"

"Sodding dogs," Kevin replied.

"What?"

"A dog walker, like forty dogs, yeah. She was pullin' 'em, but let go, and the dogs attacked, ate the good, destroyed the blanket, din'nt they?"

"I'm sorry. Don't get bummed, yeah? Let's go to Michelle's. Or Chris', or Anwar's. We'll think of something, mate."

-Skins-

Happy she was able to pay the dog walker to let go over her leashes, Sketch watched from a distance, hidden behind a tree. She watched as Maxxie sat next to Kevin, trying to cheer him. After a moment, Maxxie gave up, and stopped talking. For a few minutes, they sat in silence, sharing a spliff, and talking. Suddenly, they were laughing and talking, and Maxxie gave Kevin the look. Her look. The look of love Maxxie wasn't meant to give anyone but her. They leaned in to kiss. Without thinking about it, Sketch grabbed a rock from the ground, and chucked it right at Kevin. It made its mark, pelting the side of Kevin's head, causing him to fall from the bench. Maxxie jumped from the bench, and helped him sit up. Before she could move, Maxxie spotted her, and began to run toward her.

Not wanting to waste a single moment, Sketch turned on her heel and began running. She turned a corner, and ran into a tunnel, thinking she'd lost him. Suddenly, she was on the ground, Maxxie holding her down, straddling her waist. Her heart began to beat quickly, the way he was sitting on her.

"What the fuck? You could have seriously hurt him, Sketch!"

"But I didn't, did I? I wasn't even meaning to—just wanted to stop you!"

"I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU!"

"One day, Maxxie, you will!"

"I'm gay! Don't you understand that?"

"We could be together, Maxxie. We'll figure something out…together." Sketch sat up, holding herself up by her hands. "Together, Maxxie…we could be amazing!"

"You don't have a cock!"

"So, if I had a cock, you'd love me?"

"What? No!" Maxxie stood up.

"Goodbye, Maxxie, my love!" Maxxie turned and ran from the tunnel. Sketch stood and walked slowly after him. She watched as he walked away, his arm around Kevin, shoes hand was on his head. She pulled Maxxie's phone out of her pocket, sent a text to her own phone, and deleted it from his sent box. She went back to the tunnel, and lay his phone on the ground. She knew him – he'd come here to find it.

-Skins-

"Oh, mate, that sucks," Chris said when Kevin told him, Michelle, Sid, Jal, Tony, and Anwar. "But don't worry, we'll keep ya up."

"What're you on about?" Jal asked.

"You know – if you fall asleep when you have a concussion, you go into a coma." Everybody was quiet. Maxxie put his arm around Kevin, who looked horrified.

"Hey, don't worry," Maxxie whispered to Kevin, "we won't let you fall asleep." Maxxie kissed Kevin on his bandage.

"But hey, six stitches? Sketch sure left a mark on you, eh?" Michelle said. Anwar looked at her.

"Sketch?" he asked.

"Yeah, Sketch is the one who threw the rock. She could have killed him. All because she's jealous."

"Well," Tony said. "Let's forget this nonsense of Sketch. Let's get this party started, shall we?"

The party started, and lasted well into the night…

-Skins-

4. Kevin

Kevin awoke, his senses reeling. He kept his eyes shut. Even the sunlight burning on his eyelids made his head ache. He lay there for minutes, or maybe hours, until someone touched his shoulder.

-Skins-

Written by W.J. Fost.