Imperfectly Perfect

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I hope you find someone who takes care of every beat of your heart.

~Prabhu M Nair

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T RA CK: N O N E

Third Person's Perspective

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"This is just great! Freaking great!" Zahra whisper-yelled to herself, locking the bathroom door behind her as she stood against it. She stared up, taking a deep breath before running her fingers through her tangled frizzy hair. That was more painful than when she accidentally hit her pointer finger into the door, coming in here. She walked up to the bathroom mirror, starring at her reflection.

For a moment, she didn't recognize the person she was looking at. It wasn't like her to be so daring and adventurous, she preferred to be in the confines of her room sometimes, simply listening to music as warm rays spilled into her room. It was her safe zone, but, she would be laying if she said that she didn't always want to see how it was like. Being so in the moment, looming danger in the eye and laughing at it—Okay, that is a bit too much. But she couldn't help but smile at herself, happy she had gone out with Esperanza.

Esperanza! She hadn't old her she was leaving the party with Xenon, or anyone for that matter, and she hadn't told Xenon she was leaving with Fransisco. She was panicking at this point, afraid her friend might call out a search party. The weirdest part was that she hadn't checked her phone in what had felt like ages. It wasn't like her. "It's okay. I'll just call them once I freshen up." She calms herself down before smiling at the mirror again, she has got to admit, the new Zahra had a sort of exotic touch to her.

After her short shower, but very much needed she was out blow drying her hair. She was breaking so many curly head rules at this point, but she didn't want to go to sleep with soaking we hair. So she decided to blow it out, just so it's semi dry and won't wet the pillow case. Once she had felt as though that was enough heat she had inflicted on her poor curls, she applied some lotion, and deodorant which weirdly enough came with the hotel room. She decided to wrap herself up with the hotel gown, her bra and underwear still on. Once she felt she looked somewhat close to decent, she emerged from the bathroom to find Fransisco chowing down on a hamburger.

"You really like hamburgers, huh?" She asked in mock amusement, because even though the guy eats so much junk food, his body is close to catwalk model perfection. And yes, that is a thing. A huge thing!

"Meh, they fill me up quicker than most foods. So I guess I prefer them. Took you long enough, almost thought you drowned in there." Fransisco jokes as he gulped down the glass of water beside him. "Ha ha. I'm not that tiny you know? I'm like five foot seven almost the same height as—"

"As?" He cocked his head to the side with an amused smirk, one eyebrow raised in question.

"As a normal teenage seventeen year old girl." She says slowly as if she wasn't sure of her own words. He smiles at her in mirth. "What ever you say princess."

"Zahra. I'm not princess, short stuff, sugar plum, sweet thing or little miss thang. My name is Zahra, period." She says annoyed at the nickname. "Little miss thang?" He asks with amusement, brows furrowed in confusion. She turned to meet his amusement and she couldn't help the small smile that found her lips. "Ugh, don't ask." They both chuckle before she walks over to the bed, fixing up her side of it, getting ready to hit the hay.