PAPARAZZI!1!1! (NOCO) {REWRITING.}

EIGHT, NOAH: Perfection

It's awkward.
The holiday seasons I'd always spend with Emma, meeting with my family, I even remember when I introduced her to my family.

And now it's the holidays and I'm at my parents alone. Besides all my older siblings and cousins and nieces and everyone screaming, I'm here alone. No hand to hold, no intelligent, beautiful, perfect girl to impress my parents.

Just me. I wouldn't have came if my mom didn't insist.
"You don't need to bring anyone!"
"We just want to see you again."

But it's not the same. I've brought her almost every year after I moved out. My parents loved her, and it's not for crazy reasons, she's perfect!

No matter how many girls she's kissed, she's perfect.

That's the best way to describe her. An angel sent to earth by the gods.
She is the definition of perfection.

But now that it's really on my mind,, what's so good about perfection anyway?
Sure she could be so pretty and smart, but what's interesting about that?

And how can a cheater be perfect?
Maybe it's just how i've perceived here all this time. She fits all my perfection standards, but why was I so obsessed with perfection anyway?

Perfection is like an A on a test, you're so happy you have it, but it doesn't bring you everlasting joy. You show it to your mom and she's proud of you, but that's really all.
I always made sure to get all A's.

"Noah, come on and eat!! Why are you just sitting there???"

..

"Oh this is the best part of the movie!!" Owen said in excitement, staring in awe at the luminous screen. We've seen this movie millions of times. There's nothing special about it, and yet every time I need some support, he makes me come over and plays this movie.

I guess it has become some sort of comfort movie. Only because Owen plays it so much when I'm sad.

He dug his hand around in the bowl of popcorn, shoving a large fist full in his mouth.

This movie is getting repetitive, and Owen is sitting reciting every word with a mouth full of popcorn.. He's spitting everywhere.

I just wanted a night away from Cody, to think about everything.
I keep,,, fantasizing, about him. It's hard to admit. Cody's not the guy I thought i'd catch myself fantasizing over.

I never thought i'd catch myself fantasizing over a guy at all!!

He's just.. funny. He makes me laugh. And smile. I catch myself smiling and saying things I don't mean to say around him. And then my hands get clammy and I start to sweat.

..Just like when I met Emma.

Oh god. This can't be good.
I can't be into Cody. He's not my type, I don't like boys.

I like smart, independent, responsible, beautiful, girls. Emphasis on girls.
Cody's not a girl.

But he is quite smart. Even though he doesn't show it,, or well, he tries to hide it. Under his cool persona that he tries his hardest to maintain, he's a computer geek.

And he is quite independent, he takes care of himself all alone, pays his rent alone, makes his own food,, and I guess that's pretty normal, but he's been doing most of those things since he was a teenager.
I guess he is responsible too.

And beautiful.. I wouldn't call him beautiful. For a boy, he is a pretty one. The cute freckles that sprinkle over his face, I wanna count each one. Do you think I could do that?

His chestnut hair, it's basic but cute. Not to mention the gap in his teeth, he has such a unique smile, and a handsome one.
I like his style, I guess we dress pretty alike. His style totally fits his personality. Geeky. I love it.

I guess the only thing on this list that Cody doesn't directly fall into is being a girl.
But what's the difference between a guy and a girl besides their junk? And I guess another handful of things..

But Cody's not perfect.
And the more that I think about it, neither is Emma. I guess maybe no one is perfect. No one I know. Everyone has their flaws, and Cody's flaws make him even more attractive to me.

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