RRB x PPG one-shots

🖤House with no mirrors🤍

I'd be cooler, I'd be smarter
Probably be a better daughter
I'd jump in a pool without thinking twice
Take off my shirt like one of the guys
I would save a lot of money
I would say when I was hungry
I'd throw on some jeans, not know the size
Walk out the door and not wanna cry

Bell sat on the hood of her car. She stared up at the stars twinkling in the sky. She smiled sadly... they probably didn't worry about how pretty or bright or big they were. Because they didn't know what they looked like, they didn't care.

Maybe if she didn't know what she looked like she wouldn't be so scared to speak up and be cool. Maybe she'd pay attention in school so she'd be smart without caring weather or not people bullied her for having a brain. Maybe her parents would like her better if she didn't care what she looked like.

Maybe she'd wear a swimsuit and jump in the water without caring if her stomach pouch showed or not. Maybe she'd speak up and say she wanted food instead of starving herself so she'd get skinnier. Maybe she wouldn't care what size jeans she wore. Maybe every time she walked out the door to school she wouldn't want to cry.

If I lived in a house with no mirrors
Where the walls didn't talk back at me
Maybe I'd dream a bit bigger
If there was nothin' to see
If I lived in a house with no mirrors
Where the walls didn't pick me apart
Maybe my skin would be thicker
If I lived in a house with no mirrors

As Bell stared at the sky she felt her eyes begin to water. It's the mirrors fault, she thought. Because I know what I look like... I'm scared to dream about what I want to do because maybe I'm not good enough to do it.

Bell sniffed and wrapped herself in a hug. She was so sensitive... She'd always been told she was too sensitive. Maybe if she didn't know what she looked like she wouldn't care what they thought. Maybe she'd have tougher skin.

I'd be louder, I'd be honest
Probably wouldn't be self-conscious
I'd go to a party, not care who was there
Not spend an hour pickin' what to wear
Would've never dyed my hair blonde
I'd have sex with all the lights on
And I wouldn't pull away from his touch
If he said I was pretty I'd think that I was

Maybe she'd speak her mind more often. Maybe she'd be more honest. Maybe she wouldn't be so self-conscious.

Bell sat up quickly and wiped her eyes. She smiled softly, maybe I wouldn't spend so long trying to figure out what to wear and if I'll look good....

Bell grabbed the ends of her hair and laughed, remembering the time she died 'em blonde and hated it.

Her face flushed at the idea of Blake seeing her. Really seeing her. He'd always call her pretty... maybe she'd actually believe him.

If I lived in a house with no mirrors
Where the walls didn't talk back at me
Maybe I'd dream a bit bigger
If there was nothin' to see
If I lived in a house with no mirrors
Where the walls didn't pick me apart
Maybe my skin would be thicker
If I lived in a house with no mirrors

I wonder what I'd be like
Maybe I'd sleep a little better at night
Yeah, I wonder what I'd be like
If I

Bell frowned. What would she be like today if she didn't care? Maybe she'd sleep better at night... not have as many nightmares. What would she be like?

If I lived in a house with no mirrors
Where the walls didn't talk back at me
Maybe I'd dream a bit bigger
If there was nothin' to see
If I lived in a house with no mirrors
Where the walls didn't pick me apart
Maybe my skin would be thicker
If I lived in a house with no mirrors

She heard the engine of another car which made her jump. She looked over and saw Blake get out. His inky black hair and dark eyes shined bright under the moonlight. A look of sorry spread across his face. "Bell?" He asked in a calm voice. "Everything alright?"

Bell shook her head. Blake walked over and sat beside her. She explained to him how If she didn't know what she looked like, how she thinks she would be different.

I wonder what I'd be like
Yeah, I wonder what I'd be like

After listening to what she had to say, Blake thought over his next words very carefully.

"What would I be like?" She questioned.

Blake laughed and shook his head. "You'd be perfect."

"I knew it..." Bell trailed off.

"But I'm glad you're not perfect."

"What?" Bell glanced up at him.

"Perfection is boring. There'd be no excitement with you. No little twinkle in your eye when you see your favorite Candy. You wouldn't have those dimples in you cheeks." Blake went on to naming everything that made her her. Everything he loved about her. "Your laugh wouldn't sound like how it does. Your hair wouldn't curl at the ends but stay straight everywhere else. Your eyelashes wouldn't naturally flip up to make your eyes more vibrant."

By the time he was done, Bell had already forgotten why she hated mirrors. She smiled then flung her arms around Blake. "Thank you." She whispered.

"Of course, love." Blake hugged her back. They stayed like that for a while. Enjoying each other's company. Enjoying the familiarity. Enjoying the imperfections of one another that made them perfect.