Carmine is really pretty. The effortless kind of pretty. The kind that other people hate to see on individuals that aren't themselves.
Dean's cool façade masks his good looks to a certain degree. If he has an imperfection, his leather jacket and signature smirk would cover it real well.
And me? Like I said, I'm just a dying wallflower. Too ugly and insignificant to notice.
Carmine Quinn and Dean invited me to hang out with them after school one day. Why? I have no idea.
Stars are supposed to burn too bright to see wallflowers.
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Outside Looking In
Teen FictionHis name is Dean, hers Carmine Quinn. Most people just call her Carmine; Dean thinks both names fit her best. Dean and Carmine didn't fall in love, if you were wondering.
