you had a crush on john. he was in the year above you in school. he had black, greasy yet spiky hair and he was tall and lanky. he was rude yet something about him just gave you butterflies. he was in a band, a punk band, and he started telling people to call him sid. you didn’t think it suited him that well but it’s his choice.

you were walking in the corridor, when sid ran into you while chasing his friends, making you fall to the ground. “fuck, sorry luv.” he snickered, pulling you up rather roughly