a first chill sesh.
It was a summer afternoon, and I found myself extremely bored, so B invited me over to chill with her and her friend. I was expecting to feel intimidated and left out but when I got there her friend was really nice and they both made me feel like we’d all been friends for years. For the whole afternoon we sat in B’s caravan watching Skins, which I’d never seen before but I quickly fell in love with. The caravan was filled with the heat of the sun and the soothing aroma of cigarettes, and we relaxed, talking about anything and everything.
We soon hopped in the spa and took photos, joking about how B’s grandma almost saw her tattoo, bitching about how shit boys are and sharing stories. We shared our secrets cautiously and casually, and I discovered there was nothing more than care and honesty in these girls. As fucked up as we were, we were amazing. I’d never felt so at home as I did that day with B.
I miss you. And I’m sorry.
