Drabble: Confections
Prompt: Confections
Rating: PG
Word Count: 182
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fic. They are property of Ryan Murphy. (And possibly each other.)
Author's Notes: Reposted from ffnet. First is Sam, second is Brooke.
Summary: Sweet teeth and sweeter smiles...
Sam knew, vaguely, at present, about Brooke's struggles with eating disorder. She knew intently that it was no light matter.
She couldn't help but marvel though, thinking that smile could ever be starved, it was so incredibly sweet.
Because Brooke would always be Sam's favorite confection.
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On days when she didn't feel like eating, she would follow Harrison's lead at lunch, confiding in his childish grin, in his genuine friendship.
But when he wasn't there for dinner, she always found a reason to eat. Sometimes, it was a homemade meal from Sam, made with love and presented with haughty looks as a cover up for concerns.
Sometimes, it was the guarantee of a cuddle on the couch if she agreed to a (not too greasy) pizza during a movie. Sam would even let Brooke pick the movie if she sensed the urgency.
Sometimes it was the distraction of Sam's eyes across the dinner table, promising a full night of devouring if she finished her salad.
Whatever the circumstance, her high school living situation left Brooke with one unavoidable thought: Sam would always be the perfect indulgence.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 182
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this fic. They are property of Ryan Murphy. (And possibly each other.)
Author's Notes: Reposted from ffnet. First is Sam, second is Brooke.
Summary: Sweet teeth and sweeter smiles...
Sam knew, vaguely, at present, about Brooke's struggles with eating disorder. She knew intently that it was no light matter.
She couldn't help but marvel though, thinking that smile could ever be starved, it was so incredibly sweet.
Because Brooke would always be Sam's favorite confection.
~~~~~~~~~~
On days when she didn't feel like eating, she would follow Harrison's lead at lunch, confiding in his childish grin, in his genuine friendship.
But when he wasn't there for dinner, she always found a reason to eat. Sometimes, it was a homemade meal from Sam, made with love and presented with haughty looks as a cover up for concerns.
Sometimes, it was the guarantee of a cuddle on the couch if she agreed to a (not too greasy) pizza during a movie. Sam would even let Brooke pick the movie if she sensed the urgency.
Sometimes it was the distraction of Sam's eyes across the dinner table, promising a full night of devouring if she finished her salad.
Whatever the circumstance, her high school living situation left Brooke with one unavoidable thought: Sam would always be the perfect indulgence.