Chapter Two: Perfect

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Spencer's POV:

How do I explain my situation? 'Everybody hates me.' 'I am a failure.' No. That is definitely not a good way to explain my situation. How do I explain it?

I am about to begin speaking when I think to myself: this boy doesn't want to hear about my problems. Why should I bore him with them?

"It's- It's nothing. I'm just overreacting." I stutter. I feel a tear drop down my cheek. I can tell he hasn't bought my act.

"You- you can tell me. You know, if you want to talk about it. I can tell it's not nothing." The boy gives me a small smile. I smile back.

"I just, I'm not perfect!" My eyes are flooded with tears. I'm sobbing. The boy puts his arm around me.

"It's okay." He whispers. "Nobody's perfect. It's all going to be okay."

I look up. "Thanks." I say, giving him a huge hug. Suddenly, I realize I don't know his name. He seems to have read my expression.

"I'm Toby. Toby Cavanaugh." He smiles.

"I'm Spencer." I smile back.

Toby's POV:

I look at Spencer. She's troubled. I can tell. I have never had a feeling towards someone like this. I'd never felt like I understood someone so much. Like I would do anything to put a smile on their face.

"Made a wrong turn? Once or twice. Dug my way out, blood and fire.

Bad decisions? That's alright.

Welcome to my silly life.

Mistreated

Misplaced

Misunderstood

Miss "No way it's all good."

It didn't slow me down." I sing softly. I don't know what else to do.

"Mistaken, always second guessing,

Underestimated, look I'm still around."

Spencer looks up at me and smiles. I continue.

"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel

Like you're less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me."

Spencer's POV:

I look up. Is he singing... for me? Does he feel the same way about me as I feel about him? No, what am I thinking? I'm Spencer Hastings. No one likes me. But he seems to.

He gives me a huge hug, and that's how we fall asleep. On the bench. In a park. Hugging.

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A/N

Is anyone actually reading this or am I just writing it for no reason? 😜 Please vote or comment or something so I know I'm not just writing it for no reason!

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