Imperfectly Perfect

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You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little something to do with destiny, fate and what's written in the stars.

~Anaïs Nin

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Third Person's Perspective

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"I just need a moment." She whispered lowly as she walked over to the counter and supported herself with it. "Want some water?" Fransisco asked quietly as she leaned her lower back onto the counter, head hanging low as her curls curtained her face. She nodded slightly. Fransisco got up from the bed he sat on to walk over to the sink. She heard the water burst out of the faucet for a few seconds and then it was closed. She heard his footsteps and soon enough she could smell his scent by her. She sniffed back before slightly lifting her head up, high enough to see the cup but not high enough to look Fransisco in the eyes, and reached for the cup. She gulped down the cup of water as if she had been in a dessert for the week. She was parched, crying hysterically about a no good fuck boy could do that to you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked lowly, trying not to sound too pushy or shocked or judgemental. It is very weird considering their situation. Him almost having tongue fucked her mouth whilst Zane had on multiple occasions fucked her brains out, and let's not forget the strangely odd fact that the two utterly despise one another. "No, actually i'd prefer not to talk about it. If it were up to me, i just prefer to rip out the pages with me and Zane being together completely out of the book of my fucking life, but i can't, so no." She answered back bitterly. She sighed before walking over to the large double sized bed. she threw herself on the bed and sighed. Fransisco stood there by the counter watching her. He knew what she was going through, all to well if anything. He wanted to comfort her somehow. He smiled, an idea coming to mind, before walking over to where she laid on the bed. He sat on the foot of the bed and chuckled.

"I can't believe i am telling you this, but...here goes. When i was in grade 8, i was this averagely built guy, didn't look 13 at all, almost looked like a full blown 16 year old, but i was super popular in my school. Not only because of my devilishly good looks and awesome abs—"

Zahra chuckled, it was muffled her face planted into the sheets but she chuckled. Of course he would say something like that. Why am i not surprised. She thought.

"—is that a laugh i hear? Anyways i was also primarily popular because of the fact my parents were two of the most influential people in the world at that time, they—well my dad still is, and everyone thought i was like baby Jesus or something. But it was nice, i got to hang with the older kids and older girls liked me. They were the one with big breasts and small waist and some with really nice asses. But there was this one girl, her name was Zelda, she was of polish decent. Her blue eyes, big breasts and full lips would make any man weak to their knees, so considering i was a boy and not a man at the time i was crippled to my knees."

Zahra laughed loudly. her head turned upwards facing the ceiling as she cover her eyes with her hands laughing out loud. Fransisco chuckled, glancing over to her. "Hey, don't judge me, my 13 year old self didn't know better."
"No, i'm laughing at the mere thought that a woman had the ability to bring you to your knees let alone cripple them!" She exclaimed in hysterics. "Yeah, yeah... look if you keep on laughing at me like that i won't tell you the story." Fransisco said anointed but still smiling.