Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
A/N: While shopping today I came across this title and I thought it was too good not to use it (obviously the title is not mine), so here is Lindsey's POV.
Pairing: N/S
The confessions of a teenage drama queen
"I hate you!" She yells before slamming the door of the break room. She is supposed to be doing her home work in there, but her mum thought it was a good idea to give her a lecture about her make up and clothing. For someone who claims that one is a CSI 24/7 she sure has a lot of free time to sit down and lecture her about her appearance.
As if she would listen to anything her mum tells her. Has she ever looked in the mirror? She is pretty sure there is no need to wear blouses which show that much cleavage while working a crime scene and she also wonders why her mother needs to wear that amount of make up. It's not like a DB will notice it, right?
Her mother of all people should understand a woman needs some make up to get noticed.
Except for Sara Sidle. She stops in her tracks and observes Sara sitting in front of a computer. She likes her. At first because her mum didn't like her all that much, but later because she's so different compared to all the other women in her life, not that there are that many.
Sara is smart, she is pretty without wearing make up and she doesn't let her mum boss her around. Yeah, Sara is her kind of girl or woman.
All of a sudden she wishes she could be more like Sara, especially when she watches "Uncle" Nicky pull Sara in a rather intimate embrace.
Right about now she wishes she was Sara.
END