So here we have my first attempt at a Skins fanficiton, even though I promised myself I wouldn't go there. Oh well. I had an idea and I had to write it down.
Sid, am I lovely? It's a question he hears every day without fail. If they go out, he hears it at least three or four times.
"Yes, Cassie," he would always reply with a sad smile. "You're lovelier than anyone else I know."
He means it every time but she never believes him. He doesn't understand how she can't see what he does. She avoids mirrors at all costs. He's taken them all down around their small New York City apartment aside from the one in the bathroom which he uses to get ready for work each morning- a crummy eight hour job at the local computer fix it shop. He realizes he sort of has a knock for that kind of stuff.
She's starting to eat less and less until finally she's using her old distraction techniques. At first he doesn't catch on and then he starts to notice that her smiles seem fake and forced. Then finally one night he notices that her plate is still full.
"Cassie?" he asks her softly. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Lovely," she nods with her usual spacey smile.
"Why aren't you eating then?"
She comes undone; her smile crumbles and she starts to tear up. "Oh wow Sid! You noticed."
He looks at her confused. As much as he loves her, he just can't seem to understand her sometimes. "Of course I did Cassie. Just tell me why you do it."
"So I can be lovely for you Sid. I want you to think I'm lovely," she tells him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He takes a deep breath knowing that what he says next will either fix everything or it will put him in deep shit with the girl he loves more than anything in the world. "I don't think you're lovely right now. You're too skinny, Cass. I'm afraid that if I hug you too tight you'll collapse or crumble in my arms. I'm worried about you. You need to eat. I think you're lovely when you eat. Besides it makes your boobs bigger," he tells her with a laugh, knowing that was the only part of her body that she wanted to get bigger.
She giggles and takes a big bite of the pasta he made for them. He grins, all is right again, at least for now. He suspects they'll have this same conversation in a few months, just because they always do, but for now everything is perfect.
Well there we have it. Let me know what you think.
Until next time, all my love,