#48 | fic: Three Takes (On Life)
title: three takes (on life)
author: lesoleilluna
show: skins
characters/ships: tony, chris, cook, mentions of chris/jal and cook/karen
rating: pg-13
note: for a challenge at bbc_las
Take one, scene one: Tony
Tony has always known that he is meant for something bigger, for something great.
Everyone always tells him, and he himself could not agree more. He is special. But he also knows that, if it comes down to it, this doesn't mean a thing. In the blink of an eye (or the turn of a bus) everything can be over. Because, wasn't Chris the most special of them all?
Life doesn't give a fuck about your careful laid plans, or if you have achieved anything yet. You need to make it count, no time to waste.
So Tony leaves, and he learns, and he loves and fucks, like it is the last thing he will ever do. (And maybe, it is.)
Live as if you'll die tomorrow, dream as if you'll live forever. James Dean said that, so it must be true.
Take two: Chris
Life is short, Chris knows this. No need to tell him, thank you very much. (Peter taught him years ago.)
He doesn't care. He doesn't feel like he needs to accomplish something, doesn't care about his legacy. He is not Tony, or Jal.
Chris just wants to be, wants to feel, just a bit more. Just a little longer.
So he tries, and learns, and screws everything up in the end.
Fuck it, he tells himself. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.
No day like today. And who needs tomorrow, when you've got pills and spliff and friends and a girl too good to be true.
The good ones always die young, so it's a compliment, really.
Final take: Cook
Not many people are aware of it, but before Chris' mother left and before Cook's mom kicked him out (basically, before everything turned to shit) Cook was his friends.
Chris was someone who got him, who understood. But time went by, and things changed. Chris got soft. Cook got angry.
Cook does not go to the funeral, but he does move into Chris' old room, and when he looks at the fainting drawings on the wall, he remembers.
He doesn't go to Freddie's funeral either, cannot stand to look at his best friend likes that. Cannot stand to say goodbye, because what is left to do after that? Karen screams at him for not showing up, for not paying his respect. But she fucks him the same night, nails digging into his back, and tears streaming down her face when she comes. He doesn't complain though, she is the closest to Freddie he will get now.
Sometimes he wonders if maybe, just maybe, he lived too fast. If he already did everything he was supposed to do, and felt everything he was supposed to feel, and now there is nothing left to do for him. Nothing left to do but wait it out.
Cut.
author: lesoleilluna
show: skins
characters/ships: tony, chris, cook, mentions of chris/jal and cook/karen
rating: pg-13
note: for a challenge at bbc_las
Take one, scene one: Tony
Tony has always known that he is meant for something bigger, for something great.
Everyone always tells him, and he himself could not agree more. He is special. But he also knows that, if it comes down to it, this doesn't mean a thing. In the blink of an eye (or the turn of a bus) everything can be over. Because, wasn't Chris the most special of them all?
Life doesn't give a fuck about your careful laid plans, or if you have achieved anything yet. You need to make it count, no time to waste.
So Tony leaves, and he learns, and he loves and fucks, like it is the last thing he will ever do. (And maybe, it is.)
Live as if you'll die tomorrow, dream as if you'll live forever. James Dean said that, so it must be true.
Take two: Chris
Life is short, Chris knows this. No need to tell him, thank you very much. (Peter taught him years ago.)
He doesn't care. He doesn't feel like he needs to accomplish something, doesn't care about his legacy. He is not Tony, or Jal.
Chris just wants to be, wants to feel, just a bit more. Just a little longer.
So he tries, and learns, and screws everything up in the end.
Fuck it, he tells himself. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.
No day like today. And who needs tomorrow, when you've got pills and spliff and friends and a girl too good to be true.
The good ones always die young, so it's a compliment, really.
Final take: Cook
Not many people are aware of it, but before Chris' mother left and before Cook's mom kicked him out (basically, before everything turned to shit) Cook was his friends.
Chris was someone who got him, who understood. But time went by, and things changed. Chris got soft. Cook got angry.
Cook does not go to the funeral, but he does move into Chris' old room, and when he looks at the fainting drawings on the wall, he remembers.
He doesn't go to Freddie's funeral either, cannot stand to look at his best friend likes that. Cannot stand to say goodbye, because what is left to do after that? Karen screams at him for not showing up, for not paying his respect. But she fucks him the same night, nails digging into his back, and tears streaming down her face when she comes. He doesn't complain though, she is the closest to Freddie he will get now.
Sometimes he wonders if maybe, just maybe, he lived too fast. If he already did everything he was supposed to do, and felt everything he was supposed to feel, and now there is nothing left to do for him. Nothing left to do but wait it out.
Cut.