Perfectly Imperfect

"Well, don't you look fabulous?" Nick was probably my best friend in the entire world, but sometimes he was a bit too crazy for his own good. The incredibly insane seventeen year old can only honestly be described in one way, physically appealing. Hunter green eyes and dirty blonde hair, it was definitely too bad that he was playing for the other team or I would've snatched him up long ago.

Standing in some secondhand store wasn't exactly the best way to introduce you to my life but, what the hell. I'm Dilynn Klossen, and if you haven't gathered as much by now I'm a normal seventeen year old girl who happens to enjoy the company of my gay best friend more often than anybody else. One thing though, I'm not exactly as normal as I seem. When people lie, I hear it just like everybody else but I have some really fucked up mind or something because I can hear what they really mean too.

"Bullshit, it looks horrible. Since when was puke green even acceptable as an actual color? I never got that memo"

"Oh, c'mon Dilynn. It suits you." _your right, the things absolutely hideous. Doesn't even resemble any kind of fashion, then again she doesn't know fashion so it doesn't matter_

I hated that sort of thing. Always the truth when I wanted to hear the lies. I wanted to hear the compliments. I never got that. It seemed so good sometimes but with Nick I just wanted normalcy. Was that too much to ask for?

"I think I'll go with something else, I hate dresses anyway. If your making me go to this prom thing I better look half decent and be comfortable as well."

"just try on a few more and then we'll be on our way. Please Dilynn? Shopping is supposed to be a girls favorite thing to do, not a guys. No matter how gay he may be."

"Fine, just a few more dresses an then we're finished. No puke green or bright pink though Nick, I'm serious."

Nick was funny to watch as he looked at clothing and such, but I couldn't occupy myself with that. I had to get out of that god awful dress. The moment when I get back into the dressing room is always the worst for me, simply because I get to have a second look at how horrible I look in the mirror, and I'm guessing I'm not the only one. Of course, I'm not too bad off really. With caramel hair down to my mid back, freckles sprinkled across my cheeks and nose, along with green eyes? I'd say I have some good things going for me too, since I'm told often those are my best features. Nobody bothers to say anything about my single dimple in my led cheek every time I smile, my slight hourglass figure, nor my rather tanned skin. Those go unnoticed and I don't even mind. Physical appearances don't bother me and I'm not too picky about it, since I can always tell what anyone is thinking pretty much anyway that's all that really matters.

After I was dressed back into my usual outfit, a graphic tee designed for a favorite band of mine -being Flyleaf as of today- and a pair of jeans. Converse glued to my feet as always, I stood beside the dressing rooms in hopes of nick returning but it didn't seem as though he would. A cute guy probably showed up and he took off, just my luck right?

I collected my things from the bench where nick had left them and exited the shop without sen a second thought, since it was Nick's idea we even go and I hate that place. It wasn't exactly the best place in town for anything but it was all I could afford anytime. As I walked down the street though, I had to experience something far worse. The usual thoughts bursting into my head of the truth others needed to know but couldnt. I had always felt rather bad for the people who were lied to the most, but I couldn't do anything about it right? I sometimes even caught my mother up in her own lies, but I never told her of course. This secret is mine and mine alone. Nobody else knows and I'm not going to tell them. Although, my mom thought I was phsycitso because I talked to myself all the time when I was a kid and heard those weird truth thoughts, only because I thought they were somebody playing a trick on me. I wasn't that lucky right?