skins FIC!
Title: Crazy Cassie
Author: nny_42
Character(s)/Pairings: Cassie, Sid, Cassie/Sid
Summary: Cassie’s bored, lulz ensue
She sits up, arms folded politely on her lap like a small child. She’s very childlike. All lollipops and rainbows, wide trusting eyes, giant loving yet mischievous smile.. Sid’s not exactly falling for it.
“Hey Cass, you alright?”
“Fantastic! Everything’s just lovely!”
“You sure?”
“Of course darling!”
“It’s just...”
“Yes?”
She gets up and begins to dance. There is no music but one assumes she’s dancing to music only she can hear. Sid glares at her suspiciously. She stumbled into his room appearing quite out of it, not a half hour ago. She’s dressed like, well , he’s not sure what, but she clearly wants to go out that’s for sure. He loves her to death but sometimes he worries.
“Well…”
“So its settled then…we should go to a ball….I’d love to go to a ball...a lovely thing...with flowers and dancing and lights and...”
“Giant puffy dresses?”
“YES! Wow! Pink ones!”
“…yes, fuck, I suppose that explains it. I guess…what would I wear? A tux?”
“Of course not, don’t be silly, it’s a costume ball.”
“Right. Costume.. It’s July, Cass… you don’t suppose we could just go trick or treating without raising a few eye brows, do you?”
“TRICK OR TREATING!! WHAT A GREAT IDEA SID! I LOVE YOU!”
She flings her arms around him. As worried as he is for her he’s oddly used to her erratic behavior. To his surprise, it’s a turn on.
“Whoa, I didn’t mean that we should…you know what fuck it…but I can’t say I have anything remotely like a costume…I mean, I DO have a Jedi robe and a lightsaber in my closet. I suppose I could be Luke Skywalker…”
“Oh wow, what a loser, I mean, yeah that’s GREAT. It’ll work. “ Her eyes shift and dart around the room.
“Hey!you should talk. Look at what you’re…”
She’s always smiling that reassuring smile, so when she stops its so jarring , her face so sad, you can’t help but want to do anything in your power to fix it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“no. no. this was silly. I'm silly. Everything’s silly. Silly, silly…”
She starts to chant it.
Silly. SILLY.
Sid begins to panic.
“Oh fuck I’ve broken her.”
“Silly, SILLY CASSIE! She won’t eat, she won’t play with others, and she sees ghosts and plays with turtles. Silly…SILLY…ahahahahahahaha...SID WHAT ARE YOU DOING??SILLY SID!”
“Hiding sharp objects, mostly….Um..Look ..Here’s an idea! Let’s go trick or treating..In fucking July…it’s the best idea I’ve heard all day….please Cass…fuck…what’s wrong?”
“You didn’t say it back.”
“What?”
“I said I love you and went on about being a fucking Jedi…Sid I love you.”
Sid stood staring into those enormous wild blue eyes of hers.
Oh god look at her, she’s certifiably bonkers , but gorgeous.
Crazy as fuck, probably drunk off her ass, but I love her.
But here I am struggling to say this out loud because I couldn’t understand what she could possibly see in me. And then, fucking retarded as it may sound,Im worried about Michelle.Fuck, I still hold a torch for her. Fuck. It is retarded. Look at her. This gorgeous crazy girl, she loves me. And I love her. And were about to go trick or treating. In fucking July.
Except it’s taken the time it took to read that paragraph AND to think it in his head for him to respond, and now his darling crazy Cassie was pouting and making her way to the door.
“I…I’m sorry Cassie..I…”
“You. What?”
“I love you.”
He finally said it. He mostly meant it. He considered how fucked up it was that he’d spent this much time lusting over his best friends girl and had to keep reminding himself that it was stupid and here he had been ignoring someone so perfect. Fine…not-so-perfect. The furthest thing from it, yet it was ok.
Because Cassie, with all her quirks and faults and..Let’s face it.. Complete mental trauma, loved him back.
Her big bright smile returned this time bigger, brighter and filled with more love than before, as she threw herself at him in one of those melodramatic Hollywood style kisses.
Arm in arm, trick or treating down Bristol to the confusion and annoyance of the neighbors, was a Jedi knight and his princess. Or at least that’s the best explanation that he’d come up with for why she’d stumbled into his room in a puffy pink prom dress wearing a tiara.
“And what the fuck are you two even supposed to be??” asked just about every single irked neighbor as they opened their doors at 2 a.m. to find the strange pair.
“Luke Skywalker, and a princess…”
“No. Not a princess…”
“What? What the fuck are you then?”
“I’m a Pirate!! ARGGH!!!”
She declares as she suddenly dons an eye patch, Hook hand, and plush parrot on her shoulder.