Stawberries
Title Strawberries
Author lemonsqueezie
Fandom Skins
Pairing Cassie/Tony, Cassie/Allan (Allen?)
Rating PG
A/N I don't own Skins, m'kay? I might move on with my story/make it less drabble-y and more detailed if I get some comments.
“You look beautiful Cass, really. Don’t fret, love…hey Barker, you make up a strawberry milkshake real quick, yeah?”
Allan grabbed a napkin for Cassie, who was hunched over the bar in layers of off-white chiffon.
She smiled appreciatively, dabbing her eyes. “I…I can’t see why he still wants Michelle over me.” She paused. “I thought we were in love. I was sure, Allan!” Cassie trembled as she spoke, clearly distraught.
“You ought to put some cold water on your face, Cass; it’ll make you feel better.”
When she stepped out from the bathroom, Allan had left and there sat…
“Tony! Hi.”
“Hi Cass. You don’t mind if I sit with you?”
“Oh yeah, that’s totally fine.” She hadn’t ever seen him like this; Tony looked like he’d been crying.
“Your milkshake.”
“Thanks Barker.” She played with the straw, dipping it in and out of the pink, frothy liquid, topped with delicate whipped cream.
“Were you planning to go somewhere fancy with Sid tonight?” Tony asked. Cassie nodded. “Is the dress to much?” She asked, touching the large silk flower on the bodess.
“Not at all,” Tony said softly, looking into her eyes, “you look like an angel.” Cassie noticed his eyes shift to the shake. “Want some?”
From that day on, Tony always thought of Cassie when he tasted strawberries.
Author lemonsqueezie
Fandom Skins
Pairing Cassie/Tony, Cassie/Allan (Allen?)
Rating PG
A/N I don't own Skins, m'kay? I might move on with my story/make it less drabble-y and more detailed if I get some comments.
“You look beautiful Cass, really. Don’t fret, love…hey Barker, you make up a strawberry milkshake real quick, yeah?”
Allan grabbed a napkin for Cassie, who was hunched over the bar in layers of off-white chiffon.
She smiled appreciatively, dabbing her eyes. “I…I can’t see why he still wants Michelle over me.” She paused. “I thought we were in love. I was sure, Allan!” Cassie trembled as she spoke, clearly distraught.
“You ought to put some cold water on your face, Cass; it’ll make you feel better.”
When she stepped out from the bathroom, Allan had left and there sat…
“Tony! Hi.”
“Hi Cass. You don’t mind if I sit with you?”
“Oh yeah, that’s totally fine.” She hadn’t ever seen him like this; Tony looked like he’d been crying.
“Your milkshake.”
“Thanks Barker.” She played with the straw, dipping it in and out of the pink, frothy liquid, topped with delicate whipped cream.
“Were you planning to go somewhere fancy with Sid tonight?” Tony asked. Cassie nodded. “Is the dress to much?” She asked, touching the large silk flower on the bodess.
“Not at all,” Tony said softly, looking into her eyes, “you look like an angel.” Cassie noticed his eyes shift to the shake. “Want some?”
From that day on, Tony always thought of Cassie when he tasted strawberries.