Fic: Lily/Kat RPF
Title: F is for...
Rated: PG-13 for language; R later
Set six years after Skins ends
Not real. Not real. Not real. Any similarities would be wonderful.
Comment, as you like. If you don't approve of RPF then DON'T READ IT!
Happy New Year!!
Flustered
She is oblivious to the tapping of the pen; its rhythm consistent with that of a tired woodpecker who has been unskillfully pecking for hours. She’s been staring at the same page, possibly the same word for ten minutes. Black ink blurs and forms a hazy blob in her line of vision. She closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly before opening them wide and trying to focus on…anything. The pen has now stopped tapping and the tip of it taken refuge in her mouth. Her teeth sink in to the cheap plastic, molding it. A long, deep sigh escapes her.
Kat leans back in her office chair, pen in mouth, index finger and thumb squeezing the bridge of her nose. She removes her eyeglasses and tosses them on her desk. The toxic taste of plastic settles on her tongue, causing a spontaneous face scrunch, and eliciting a husky gag from the doctor. Kat throws the pen on her desk where it settles against her eyeglasses. She reaches over and closes the file she’s been attempting to read through, then sinks in her chair. Begins rocking her chair absentmindedly, as she stares at her phone.
Two hours have passed since her encounter with Lily at the park and it’s been impossible for her to think of anything but, every word that Lily spoke, and every smile that Lily flashed, and fuck’s sake, Lily’s abs! Her lack of focus would normally be intolerable, but Lily has invaded her every sense. Memories of Bristol and Lily, memories of Naomi and Lily, memories of Emily and Naomi. Emily and Naomi. Kat sighs and spins her chair around, looking out to the street.
She hasn’t thought about Emily and Naomi for quite some time. Over the years she’s tried to shed Emily, like a snake that needs new skin. Not that she is ungrateful to have known Emily, or ungrateful that she had the opportunity to play her, but at the time, it was as if Kat was getting lost in Emily. Or rather, people were muddling Kat with Emily and Kat didn’t like it at all. So the moment she got the green light, she changed her hair and decided to grow up and move on, quickly. But she never meant to lose Lily in all of her growing up. It just…happened.
Kat closes her eyes and thinks back to Bristol; searches her mind for memories. One slowly fades in and it surprises her, that her mind has drudged up this particular memory. Their first time. Emily and Naomi’s first time…
The smell of wet earth was strong. Kat was cold. Always cold. She wrapped herself further into her oversized parka, having just been treated for hypothermia. But, the show had to go on!
She was standing lakeside, trying desperately not to shiver while taking a drag from her cig, when Lily approached. Kat was miserable, and nervous. In a few moments she would have to become Emily and do a very intimate scene with Lily. With Naomi, that is.
They’d rehearsed for weeks. Kat could do the scene blindfolded; knew every move, every angle she was supposed to hit. Somehow, though, all of that didn’t matter anymore. This was it. This was Emily and Naomi’s big moment and she was feeling the pressure. But not from Lily.
Lily, wrapped in her own parka, stood next to Kat and didn’t say a word. They could do that; communicate without communicating. Not telepathically or anything, just… instinctually. Kat looked up at Lily, her bottom lip quivering a bit, then turned back to look out over the darkening sky. Lily linked her arm with Kat’s. And they stood there - two young girls about to film the most important scene of their short careers - silently. Knowing well what the other was thinking, feeling. They stood and waited.
‘Action’ was called …Emily stares at Naomi, waiting for the blond to quip about blowbacks. She never does. Naomi leans in and kisses Emily. Emily is surprised, but not for long…
…“Say something,” was Naomi’s line. Kat delivers Emily’s.
‘Cut!’ Rang out. Kat sat back on her heels; an assistant quickly covered her with a blanket. Make-up ran over to sprits Lily’s hair. Kat looked around to all the strangers adjusting lights and moving equipment. Then to Lily. She produced a shy smile when she saw the look in Lily’s eyes. Or was it Naomi? Kat was never sure between takes; Lily often stayed in character.
Lily’s heavy-lidded stare began to invade her so she broke the silence. “What?” She softly asked.
“Nothing,” Lily said. But her eyes told a different story.
Whatever that story was though, Kat would never know. The director gave them some last minute instructions and called for ‘Quiet on the set.’ Then, ‘Action!’
Emily reaches down and pulls Naomi’s sweater up and off. Naomi hesitates - only for a moment - then does the same to Emily.
Kat fixes Emily’s hair and wipes at a bit of goo coming out her nose as a result of the cold. She waits for Naomi to move in, licking Emily’s lips before the contact…
…Kat watches as Naomi writhes, breath hitching, eyes closing… ‘Cut!’
Lily laid there for a long moment; an assistant immediately covered both girls with blankets. Kat sat on her heels and watched Lily come down from Naomi. It was deathly quiet; only the sound of a light rain could be heard.
Kat slid her hand into Lily’s and tugged; both girls rising to their feet together. They walked in silence, side by side, wrapped in blankets, to their trailers. Kat stopped, Lily followed suit. They faced one another, both looking at something non-existent by their feet. Kat looked up first, Lily still fascinated by nothing.
Kat closed the space between them; opened her blanketed arms and hugged Lily. The blond finally cracked and said, “Glad that’s over, yeah?” She rested her cheek on Kat’s head.
“Yeah.” Kat’s raspy voice was nearly gone. She pulled back and smiled smugly at Lily. “You totally moaned, Loveless.” Her hoarse voice struggled to laugh as she turned and walked into her trailer, leaving Lily behind.
“Jesus!” Kat nearly falls out of her chair, the ring of her phone cutting off the memory. She spins around and grabs the device, pressing the green button to talk. “Kathryn Prescott,” she answers in a professional tone.
“Dr. Prescott, hello.” Lily’s voice oozes tease.
Kat is stunned silent for a moment. Could be she hasn’t quite recovered from her intimate memory. Whatever it is though, makes her put her free hand to her chest. “Hey,” she manages.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“It’s not a bad time at all.”
“Still coming ‘round for this, then?”
“Yeah, course I am.” I wouldn’t miss it for anything, she thinks.
“Great, let me-” Lily stops abruptly and Kat can hear her talking to someone in the background. “Sorry, Kat, hold on a minute?”
“Sure. Yeah.” Kat doesn’t know why but she presses the phone tightly to her ear, trying to make out what Lily is saying, and more importantly who she is saying it to. A tiny knot forms in her stomach when she hears the muffled sound of a male voice. Kat is fully aware of the uneasy feeling in her stomach.
These days Kat Prescott is quite in tune with herself; her feelings. She knows what she wants. She knows what she doesn’t want. She can handle any situation with the utmost maturity; with perceptivity beyond her years. After all, how can she expect to bestow capable advice to the parents of her clients if she herself is emotionally incapable? Yes, Kat is in full control of her mind, body, and heart.
So she feels it. The knot. It’s getting tighter and defying gravity, somehow, traveling from the pit of her stomach to her throat in a flash as she hears Lily say a muffled, ‘Love you.’
She’s finding it hard to swallow now. Her grip on the phone loosens and she coughs twice, trying to dislodge the pesky lump in her throat. Kat happens to glance to her left where a mahogany shelf sits. The mirror built in the center catches her eye. She looks at herself, and for a moment an eighteen year old girl stares back at her.
“Sorry ‘bout that. I’m back.” Kat is paralyzed by the ghost of herself. “Kat, still there?”
Kat closes her eyes and inhales deeply. “Yes.” It comes out as a breath.
“Are you all right?”
Get a fucking grip, Kathryn! Shit. Scolding herself, Kat decides to leave her office and head upstairs to her apartment. “I am, yeah. Sorry, go ahead.”
“Did you want to take down my address, then?”
“Sure. Just a sec.” Kat runs up the staircase which connects her office and apartment, skipping every other step as she climbs. The small amount of adrenaline produced by her climb seems to dislodge the lump and untie the knot. She finds a pen and grabs a small slip of paper. “Go ahead.”
Lily gives her address and asks Kat where she’ll be coming from so she can give her some direction. “You live there?” Kat asks with surprise.
“I do. Is that bad?” Lily laughs into the phone.
“No, no. It’s just…that’s only like, two miles from my place.” Kat stares at her writing on the paper and sits down on her sofa. “Don’t you think--”
Lily interrupts. “Shit. Sorry, Kat. Got to go. The caterers are here and I haven’t even had a chance to shower yet. But I’ll see you later, yeah? Around 7.”
“Yes. I’ll be there.” Kat smiles into her phone as if Lily can see it, and it dawns on her, “Wait!”
“What?”
“What should I wear?”
“Well, it’s not formal or anything, but it’s also not completely casual.”
“Thanks for clearing that up, Loveless.”
Lily cackles. “Bye, Kat.”
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Not formal, not casual. Not formal, not casual. It repeats in her head like a mantra as she searches through her closet. Kat’s apartment is quiet except for the scraping of hangers against the closet rack. “No. No. Oh, God, I thought I threw this away! No…” Kat sighs, as blouse, after shirt, after dress disappoints her. At this point I’ll be going in my fucking pyjamas.
Kat reaches deep into the back of her closet - a place that hasn’t been touched since she moved in a year prior - and feels a garment bag. “What the hell is this?” She mumbles, squeezing her tiny frame far enough into the closet to lift the hanger up and off the rack. It looks familiar, though she doesn’t remember what’s inside. Laying the garment bag on her bed, she eagerly unzips it, opening it to reveal a little black dress she’s all but forgotten.
Kat removes the dress from its cocoon and smells it to make sure it’s wearable. It is. She walks over to her mirror and holds the dress against her, swiveling her upper body to get a good look. The expression on the face reflected is a pleased one. She’s found what she’s been looking for. A little sleeveless, balloon-hemmed black dress, with its banded neckline adorned with tiny black beads. “Now for shoes,” she says and lays the dress back on her bed.
After some searching through the ruins that is her shoe collection, Kat finds a pair of heels that satisfy her. She wants to paint her nails; finger and toe, a deep red to match her hair, but decides takes a shower first.
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Kat’s left knee is pressed to her chest; the arch of her foot clinging to the coffee table. A tiny black brush with a crimson tip strokes her toenails with ease. She’s a master at it by now; painting her nails. Takes her no time at all. She tilts her head as she comes to the little toe, and with her mouth parted slightly, strokes it once perfectly. A drop of water lands on her right thigh; hair still wet from showering. She wipes it off and sits back on her sofa, settling both feet up on the coffee table. Her brow furrows as she inspects her work. Quite nice, she thinks. Having already painted her fingernails, she picks up the newspaper and waits for her toes to dry.
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While in the taxi on the way to Lily’s, Kat suddenly decides she needs to bring Lily flowers. She thinks it would be a nice gesture; doesn’t want to show up empty-handed or anything. Luckily the driver knows of nearby flower shop and takes the detour for Kat.
If Kat were thinking clearly, she might never consider doing anything of the sort. A normally serious, level-headed, professional woman would not think to stop and buy her old friend flowers. But she’s not. She’s not thinking clearly; hasn’t since she saw Lily in the park.
Kat wanders around the shop looking a bit lost, the smell of flowers intoxicating her. An older woman behind the counter; a clerk asks her if she needs help. She says, “Maybe.” Her eyes searching for the perfect flowers. “I’m not quite sure how to choose, they’re all so beautiful.”
The clerk comes around to Kat and asks if there’s something specific she’s trying to say with a bouquet.
“Trying to say?” Kat repeats, shaking her head a bit while looking at the old woman with a confused expression.
The clerk asks her simply then, who the flowers are for.
“They’re for…an old friend,” Kat says with a bit of a glazed look. “Her name is Lily, so I was thinking about maybe…lilies?” The old woman shakes her head in disapproval. Kat feels slightly embarrassed about her flower faux pas. “Well, what would you suggest?”
The woman asks Kat to describe her friend, Lily. Kat’s lips curl before she begins prattling off, “Lily. Lily is… beautiful. She’s smart, and funny, and a very talented actress. She’s also quite tall, and she has the most gorgeous blue eyes… and she’s very sweet, has an infectious giggle that--” Kat stops mid-sentence when she notices the clerk already gathering flowers. She brings the palm of her hand to her cheek and realizes she’s flushed.
The clerk ties a white satin bow around the plastic and hands the bouquet to Kat. “It’s perfect,” she breathes softly, and pays the old woman. “Thank you.” Kat leaves the shop feeling well pleased. She gets inside the taxi, mindful of the large bouquet. As the taxi heads toward Lily’s home, Kat admires the flowers. It’s while she is doing this that her eyes widen, it slowly dawning on her that she’s just spent eighty pounds on a flower bouquet for her old friend, Lily Loveless.
Christ.
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Thanks for all your wonderful comments. If anyone can help me, I'd like to just post this on my journal and link it from here. I can't seem to figure it out. Help!
Rated: PG-13 for language; R later
Set six years after Skins ends
Not real. Not real. Not real. Any similarities would be wonderful.
Comment, as you like. If you don't approve of RPF then DON'T READ IT!
Happy New Year!!
Flustered
She is oblivious to the tapping of the pen; its rhythm consistent with that of a tired woodpecker who has been unskillfully pecking for hours. She’s been staring at the same page, possibly the same word for ten minutes. Black ink blurs and forms a hazy blob in her line of vision. She closes her eyes, squeezing them tightly before opening them wide and trying to focus on…anything. The pen has now stopped tapping and the tip of it taken refuge in her mouth. Her teeth sink in to the cheap plastic, molding it. A long, deep sigh escapes her.
Kat leans back in her office chair, pen in mouth, index finger and thumb squeezing the bridge of her nose. She removes her eyeglasses and tosses them on her desk. The toxic taste of plastic settles on her tongue, causing a spontaneous face scrunch, and eliciting a husky gag from the doctor. Kat throws the pen on her desk where it settles against her eyeglasses. She reaches over and closes the file she’s been attempting to read through, then sinks in her chair. Begins rocking her chair absentmindedly, as she stares at her phone.
Two hours have passed since her encounter with Lily at the park and it’s been impossible for her to think of anything but, every word that Lily spoke, and every smile that Lily flashed, and fuck’s sake, Lily’s abs! Her lack of focus would normally be intolerable, but Lily has invaded her every sense. Memories of Bristol and Lily, memories of Naomi and Lily, memories of Emily and Naomi. Emily and Naomi. Kat sighs and spins her chair around, looking out to the street.
She hasn’t thought about Emily and Naomi for quite some time. Over the years she’s tried to shed Emily, like a snake that needs new skin. Not that she is ungrateful to have known Emily, or ungrateful that she had the opportunity to play her, but at the time, it was as if Kat was getting lost in Emily. Or rather, people were muddling Kat with Emily and Kat didn’t like it at all. So the moment she got the green light, she changed her hair and decided to grow up and move on, quickly. But she never meant to lose Lily in all of her growing up. It just…happened.
Kat closes her eyes and thinks back to Bristol; searches her mind for memories. One slowly fades in and it surprises her, that her mind has drudged up this particular memory. Their first time. Emily and Naomi’s first time…
The smell of wet earth was strong. Kat was cold. Always cold. She wrapped herself further into her oversized parka, having just been treated for hypothermia. But, the show had to go on!
She was standing lakeside, trying desperately not to shiver while taking a drag from her cig, when Lily approached. Kat was miserable, and nervous. In a few moments she would have to become Emily and do a very intimate scene with Lily. With Naomi, that is.
They’d rehearsed for weeks. Kat could do the scene blindfolded; knew every move, every angle she was supposed to hit. Somehow, though, all of that didn’t matter anymore. This was it. This was Emily and Naomi’s big moment and she was feeling the pressure. But not from Lily.
Lily, wrapped in her own parka, stood next to Kat and didn’t say a word. They could do that; communicate without communicating. Not telepathically or anything, just… instinctually. Kat looked up at Lily, her bottom lip quivering a bit, then turned back to look out over the darkening sky. Lily linked her arm with Kat’s. And they stood there - two young girls about to film the most important scene of their short careers - silently. Knowing well what the other was thinking, feeling. They stood and waited.
‘Action’ was called …Emily stares at Naomi, waiting for the blond to quip about blowbacks. She never does. Naomi leans in and kisses Emily. Emily is surprised, but not for long…
…“Say something,” was Naomi’s line. Kat delivers Emily’s.
‘Cut!’ Rang out. Kat sat back on her heels; an assistant quickly covered her with a blanket. Make-up ran over to sprits Lily’s hair. Kat looked around to all the strangers adjusting lights and moving equipment. Then to Lily. She produced a shy smile when she saw the look in Lily’s eyes. Or was it Naomi? Kat was never sure between takes; Lily often stayed in character.
Lily’s heavy-lidded stare began to invade her so she broke the silence. “What?” She softly asked.
“Nothing,” Lily said. But her eyes told a different story.
Whatever that story was though, Kat would never know. The director gave them some last minute instructions and called for ‘Quiet on the set.’ Then, ‘Action!’
Emily reaches down and pulls Naomi’s sweater up and off. Naomi hesitates - only for a moment - then does the same to Emily.
Kat fixes Emily’s hair and wipes at a bit of goo coming out her nose as a result of the cold. She waits for Naomi to move in, licking Emily’s lips before the contact…
…Kat watches as Naomi writhes, breath hitching, eyes closing… ‘Cut!’
Lily laid there for a long moment; an assistant immediately covered both girls with blankets. Kat sat on her heels and watched Lily come down from Naomi. It was deathly quiet; only the sound of a light rain could be heard.
Kat slid her hand into Lily’s and tugged; both girls rising to their feet together. They walked in silence, side by side, wrapped in blankets, to their trailers. Kat stopped, Lily followed suit. They faced one another, both looking at something non-existent by their feet. Kat looked up first, Lily still fascinated by nothing.
Kat closed the space between them; opened her blanketed arms and hugged Lily. The blond finally cracked and said, “Glad that’s over, yeah?” She rested her cheek on Kat’s head.
“Yeah.” Kat’s raspy voice was nearly gone. She pulled back and smiled smugly at Lily. “You totally moaned, Loveless.” Her hoarse voice struggled to laugh as she turned and walked into her trailer, leaving Lily behind.
“Jesus!” Kat nearly falls out of her chair, the ring of her phone cutting off the memory. She spins around and grabs the device, pressing the green button to talk. “Kathryn Prescott,” she answers in a professional tone.
“Dr. Prescott, hello.” Lily’s voice oozes tease.
Kat is stunned silent for a moment. Could be she hasn’t quite recovered from her intimate memory. Whatever it is though, makes her put her free hand to her chest. “Hey,” she manages.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“It’s not a bad time at all.”
“Still coming ‘round for this, then?”
“Yeah, course I am.” I wouldn’t miss it for anything, she thinks.
“Great, let me-” Lily stops abruptly and Kat can hear her talking to someone in the background. “Sorry, Kat, hold on a minute?”
“Sure. Yeah.” Kat doesn’t know why but she presses the phone tightly to her ear, trying to make out what Lily is saying, and more importantly who she is saying it to. A tiny knot forms in her stomach when she hears the muffled sound of a male voice. Kat is fully aware of the uneasy feeling in her stomach.
These days Kat Prescott is quite in tune with herself; her feelings. She knows what she wants. She knows what she doesn’t want. She can handle any situation with the utmost maturity; with perceptivity beyond her years. After all, how can she expect to bestow capable advice to the parents of her clients if she herself is emotionally incapable? Yes, Kat is in full control of her mind, body, and heart.
So she feels it. The knot. It’s getting tighter and defying gravity, somehow, traveling from the pit of her stomach to her throat in a flash as she hears Lily say a muffled, ‘Love you.’
She’s finding it hard to swallow now. Her grip on the phone loosens and she coughs twice, trying to dislodge the pesky lump in her throat. Kat happens to glance to her left where a mahogany shelf sits. The mirror built in the center catches her eye. She looks at herself, and for a moment an eighteen year old girl stares back at her.
“Sorry ‘bout that. I’m back.” Kat is paralyzed by the ghost of herself. “Kat, still there?”
Kat closes her eyes and inhales deeply. “Yes.” It comes out as a breath.
“Are you all right?”
Get a fucking grip, Kathryn! Shit. Scolding herself, Kat decides to leave her office and head upstairs to her apartment. “I am, yeah. Sorry, go ahead.”
“Did you want to take down my address, then?”
“Sure. Just a sec.” Kat runs up the staircase which connects her office and apartment, skipping every other step as she climbs. The small amount of adrenaline produced by her climb seems to dislodge the lump and untie the knot. She finds a pen and grabs a small slip of paper. “Go ahead.”
Lily gives her address and asks Kat where she’ll be coming from so she can give her some direction. “You live there?” Kat asks with surprise.
“I do. Is that bad?” Lily laughs into the phone.
“No, no. It’s just…that’s only like, two miles from my place.” Kat stares at her writing on the paper and sits down on her sofa. “Don’t you think--”
Lily interrupts. “Shit. Sorry, Kat. Got to go. The caterers are here and I haven’t even had a chance to shower yet. But I’ll see you later, yeah? Around 7.”
“Yes. I’ll be there.” Kat smiles into her phone as if Lily can see it, and it dawns on her, “Wait!”
“What?”
“What should I wear?”
“Well, it’s not formal or anything, but it’s also not completely casual.”
“Thanks for clearing that up, Loveless.”
Lily cackles. “Bye, Kat.”
---
Not formal, not casual. Not formal, not casual. It repeats in her head like a mantra as she searches through her closet. Kat’s apartment is quiet except for the scraping of hangers against the closet rack. “No. No. Oh, God, I thought I threw this away! No…” Kat sighs, as blouse, after shirt, after dress disappoints her. At this point I’ll be going in my fucking pyjamas.
Kat reaches deep into the back of her closet - a place that hasn’t been touched since she moved in a year prior - and feels a garment bag. “What the hell is this?” She mumbles, squeezing her tiny frame far enough into the closet to lift the hanger up and off the rack. It looks familiar, though she doesn’t remember what’s inside. Laying the garment bag on her bed, she eagerly unzips it, opening it to reveal a little black dress she’s all but forgotten.
Kat removes the dress from its cocoon and smells it to make sure it’s wearable. It is. She walks over to her mirror and holds the dress against her, swiveling her upper body to get a good look. The expression on the face reflected is a pleased one. She’s found what she’s been looking for. A little sleeveless, balloon-hemmed black dress, with its banded neckline adorned with tiny black beads. “Now for shoes,” she says and lays the dress back on her bed.
After some searching through the ruins that is her shoe collection, Kat finds a pair of heels that satisfy her. She wants to paint her nails; finger and toe, a deep red to match her hair, but decides takes a shower first.
---
Kat’s left knee is pressed to her chest; the arch of her foot clinging to the coffee table. A tiny black brush with a crimson tip strokes her toenails with ease. She’s a master at it by now; painting her nails. Takes her no time at all. She tilts her head as she comes to the little toe, and with her mouth parted slightly, strokes it once perfectly. A drop of water lands on her right thigh; hair still wet from showering. She wipes it off and sits back on her sofa, settling both feet up on the coffee table. Her brow furrows as she inspects her work. Quite nice, she thinks. Having already painted her fingernails, she picks up the newspaper and waits for her toes to dry.
---
While in the taxi on the way to Lily’s, Kat suddenly decides she needs to bring Lily flowers. She thinks it would be a nice gesture; doesn’t want to show up empty-handed or anything. Luckily the driver knows of nearby flower shop and takes the detour for Kat.
If Kat were thinking clearly, she might never consider doing anything of the sort. A normally serious, level-headed, professional woman would not think to stop and buy her old friend flowers. But she’s not. She’s not thinking clearly; hasn’t since she saw Lily in the park.
Kat wanders around the shop looking a bit lost, the smell of flowers intoxicating her. An older woman behind the counter; a clerk asks her if she needs help. She says, “Maybe.” Her eyes searching for the perfect flowers. “I’m not quite sure how to choose, they’re all so beautiful.”
The clerk comes around to Kat and asks if there’s something specific she’s trying to say with a bouquet.
“Trying to say?” Kat repeats, shaking her head a bit while looking at the old woman with a confused expression.
The clerk asks her simply then, who the flowers are for.
“They’re for…an old friend,” Kat says with a bit of a glazed look. “Her name is Lily, so I was thinking about maybe…lilies?” The old woman shakes her head in disapproval. Kat feels slightly embarrassed about her flower faux pas. “Well, what would you suggest?”
The woman asks Kat to describe her friend, Lily. Kat’s lips curl before she begins prattling off, “Lily. Lily is… beautiful. She’s smart, and funny, and a very talented actress. She’s also quite tall, and she has the most gorgeous blue eyes… and she’s very sweet, has an infectious giggle that--” Kat stops mid-sentence when she notices the clerk already gathering flowers. She brings the palm of her hand to her cheek and realizes she’s flushed.
The clerk ties a white satin bow around the plastic and hands the bouquet to Kat. “It’s perfect,” she breathes softly, and pays the old woman. “Thank you.” Kat leaves the shop feeling well pleased. She gets inside the taxi, mindful of the large bouquet. As the taxi heads toward Lily’s home, Kat admires the flowers. It’s while she is doing this that her eyes widen, it slowly dawning on her that she’s just spent eighty pounds on a flower bouquet for her old friend, Lily Loveless.
Christ.
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Thanks for all your wonderful comments. If anyone can help me, I'd like to just post this on my journal and link it from here. I can't seem to figure it out. Help!