Skins- Cassie Ainsworth, You remind me of someone.
Title: Are we pretending?
Fandom: Skins
Characters: Cassie Ainsworth/.OMC
Prompt: You remind me of someone
Word Count: 609
Rating: PG
She’d never thought she’d miss Sid this much, she’d made her decision a long time ago that it was going to be the end. Everything would be changing so much after college that it was the only sensible way for things to work out. They wanted different things and they’d already proved they couldn’t do the long distance thing without tearing each other apart. She hadn’t known just how far away from him she’d be when she’d told him it was the end, nor the circumstances under which she’d have left Bristol.
It was worse than she ever imagined, she was meant to be in London, doing the student thing having so much fun taking everything in that she wouldn’t even have time to miss Sid. It would have been okay if it had been like that. She’d have moved on, stopped thinking about him eventually, found someone else; a nice university boyfriend she could stay up all night with discussing important social issues and having great sex. But here she was alone in New York, living a life that gave her far too much time to think about everything she’d left behind. Working in the diner wasn’t exactly mentally stimulating and she didn’t have anyone to talk to because she was trying to pretend everything was fine, that she wasn’t lonely and heartbroken. Most nights were spent in her tiny apartment alone, eating the leftovers from work and trying not to think about Sid or Chris. She’d find someone else one day and then she’d seen him.
When he’d first walked past the window she’d seen him out of the corner of her eye and her stomach had done a backflip. He didn’t even look that much like Sid when she’d run outside to check if it was him or not. She knew it was crazy, as if Sid would ever come to New York, but they were similar. He was wearing a beanie and glasses like Sid did, and were a similar height, but he walked differently, more confident and when she’d seen him the next day she’d realised he was better looking, not funny looking like Sid had been. His hair was shorter and he didn’t actually seem to need his glasses, they were just all part of his carefully cultivated look.
It was amazing just how easily she could delude herself though, she wanted Sid to be here so much that somehow in her mind that was who she saw whenever the other man walked past. It was more difficult once he came into the diner, once he asked her out. Close up he wasn’t like Sid at all, he was confident and charming and older too, but Cassie had always been pretty good at believing what she wanted to and it was the closest she’d ever get to being with Sid again so she’d agreed. In the dark he wasn’t so different, he was skinny like Sid and moved in the same way, touched her in the same way and as long as he didn’t speak it was easy to pretend it was Sid making love to her. He felt the same and thanks to some carefully timed presents he even smelt like Sid now. In the bright morning sun she tried not to look at him, tried to hang on to the way things were in the dark, to the memories of Sid, sometimes she felt bad about the way she was using him, but so far he didn’t seem to mind, perhaps he was pretending she was someone else too, she sort of liked that idea actually.
Fandom: Skins
Characters: Cassie Ainsworth/.OMC
Prompt: You remind me of someone
Word Count: 609
Rating: PG
She’d never thought she’d miss Sid this much, she’d made her decision a long time ago that it was going to be the end. Everything would be changing so much after college that it was the only sensible way for things to work out. They wanted different things and they’d already proved they couldn’t do the long distance thing without tearing each other apart. She hadn’t known just how far away from him she’d be when she’d told him it was the end, nor the circumstances under which she’d have left Bristol.
It was worse than she ever imagined, she was meant to be in London, doing the student thing having so much fun taking everything in that she wouldn’t even have time to miss Sid. It would have been okay if it had been like that. She’d have moved on, stopped thinking about him eventually, found someone else; a nice university boyfriend she could stay up all night with discussing important social issues and having great sex. But here she was alone in New York, living a life that gave her far too much time to think about everything she’d left behind. Working in the diner wasn’t exactly mentally stimulating and she didn’t have anyone to talk to because she was trying to pretend everything was fine, that she wasn’t lonely and heartbroken. Most nights were spent in her tiny apartment alone, eating the leftovers from work and trying not to think about Sid or Chris. She’d find someone else one day and then she’d seen him.
When he’d first walked past the window she’d seen him out of the corner of her eye and her stomach had done a backflip. He didn’t even look that much like Sid when she’d run outside to check if it was him or not. She knew it was crazy, as if Sid would ever come to New York, but they were similar. He was wearing a beanie and glasses like Sid did, and were a similar height, but he walked differently, more confident and when she’d seen him the next day she’d realised he was better looking, not funny looking like Sid had been. His hair was shorter and he didn’t actually seem to need his glasses, they were just all part of his carefully cultivated look.
It was amazing just how easily she could delude herself though, she wanted Sid to be here so much that somehow in her mind that was who she saw whenever the other man walked past. It was more difficult once he came into the diner, once he asked her out. Close up he wasn’t like Sid at all, he was confident and charming and older too, but Cassie had always been pretty good at believing what she wanted to and it was the closest she’d ever get to being with Sid again so she’d agreed. In the dark he wasn’t so different, he was skinny like Sid and moved in the same way, touched her in the same way and as long as he didn’t speak it was easy to pretend it was Sid making love to her. He felt the same and thanks to some carefully timed presents he even smelt like Sid now. In the bright morning sun she tried not to look at him, tried to hang on to the way things were in the dark, to the memories of Sid, sometimes she felt bad about the way she was using him, but so far he didn’t seem to mind, perhaps he was pretending she was someone else too, she sort of liked that idea actually.