Rating: PG for angst.
Genre: Adult/Het. Though there's a part of me that sees this as almost pre slash.
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Stella.
Disclaimer: Ray and Stella belong to Alliance Communications and the great Pauls (both Haggis and Gross). This is a dalliance set between the responsibilities of real life. It is not work. I am not getting paid.
Dedication: This poem is warmly and with affection dedicated to Beth H. and Pollitt for their encouragement. Special thanks also should go to Pollitt for the lovely title. I would like to include here the actors, directors, writers and fans everywhere of "due South."
Distribution: Our sites and the main due South archives only.
Author's Notes: This work was originally featured as part of the Make-Up Challenge for the Due South Flashfiction Community on Live Journal.
Story Notes: Teen!Ray, heartbreak, angst and the art of dressing for what you want.
Feedback: That would be wonderful. Thank you.
Date written: April 22, 2003.
When I first saw her, she looked like those dolls they keep under glass.
Admired, though not to be played with.
But that's not her at all.
See, I know the Stella.
She likes the look of dirty nails. Blood on the knuckles.
Kisses that taste of beer and secrets.
Being held all night long.
This I get, this I understand.
And if you want something, you gotta be willing to work for it.
So I'll change my hair, lose the glasses, wear the leather, get the tat.
Because if I give her everything she wants, maybe she'll want me.