Sid Confesses To Cassie – Skins

Sid Confesses To Cassie – Skins


*knocks on door* Sid: Cass! Cass!! *continues to pound on door* Listen, open the door, Cass! Chris: Sid, are y’alright mate? She doesn’t want to see you- Sid: Look, I don’t fucking care, okay- Cass! Chris: C’mon, leave it man. This-
Sid: No! Sid: What the fuck are you doing? Chris: Jesus, Sid. Just go, man- Cassie: It’s alright, Chris. I’m fine. Chris: Alright, watch it, yeah? Or I’ll… What’ll I do? Cassie: Bite his head off and spit in the hole? Chris: Yeah. I- I probably wouldn’t do that but- yeah. Cassie: What do you want, Sid? Sid: I want you to stop what you’re doing, okay? Y’know, fucking around. Fucking anything that moves, just stop it- Cassie: You started it. Sid: I don’t care. I don’t care. You’re cruel. I hate you Cassie: Hate you right back. Why don’t you pop over to Michelle’s and give her one? Oh, ANOTHER one!
Sid: Oh, just give it a fucking rest, okay? You know, it’s you and me. You know that, and you’re being stupid.
Cassie: My turn. Sid: You went away. Why did you go away? Y’know, I needed you, and you pissed off. My dad said- Well, he said you’re special. But you’re not. You’re just slutting around like a spoiled kid. Cassie: Michelle, Sid, Michelle!
Sid: I don’t love Michelle! I never loved Michelle! I love you, but you- You… For god’s- Where were you? My dad fucking died. I needed you. And Michelle… So we had great sex for three days, and then guilty sex for the rest. So what, I- I don’t care. I did it. I hate you. Fine. Fuck fifteen year olds. Whatever. I’m sick of saying sorry. I love you. You say sorry. Cassie: I didn’t fuck him, Sid. His mum had sewn his name into his trousers and well…he got a bit excited. And he squashed my slug. My slug called Sidley. So I threw him out. Chris: Look, if he’s still botherin’ you, Cass, then- Ohh. Okay! Got ya. Smokin!

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