Too Perfect

My Story

Alison

When we got to the restaurant, I spilled my guts to Miles. About everything, how me and Landon were in love last year or whatever, how he spread rumors about me when I was depressed and I had to stay out if school, and then I went back to school and everyone was turned against me, even my best friend. That's when it happened, I skipped school and went home. I tried to overdose but the paramedics and my mom got there before I could. And now that I'm recovered, he's pulling the same thing on me. But not this time. No. I'm too strong. I finally finished the whole story. Miles leaned back in his chair. "Wow. You've been through a lot, Ali. And I can see where you're coming from." "Yeah. Thanks for listening to all that. And please Miles, don't tell anyone." "No I won't. I swear." He promised. "Thanks." I said, feeling a little better but barely. "Yeah. I care about you, Ali. You-" "No. Please don't do this. Miles, please, I just can't handle a relationship or a friends with ben"fits or anything right now. I'm just dealing with too much. I'm sorry. I really am." I confessed. "I know, I didn't expect you to be. It's okay. I just want you to know that I care about you. And I'll be here if you ever need anyone to talk to." He gave me a small smile and I returned it. "Thanks." "Yeah. Can I tell you something?" He asked. "Of course, you just listened to my whole 9th grade year." I laughed and continued. "Go for it." He sighed loudly. "Okay. When I lived in Florida, where I just moved from, obviously but anyway, I was depressed too. So I know exactly what you mean. Everyone at school called me freak, ugly, geek, and I started to feel like I couldn't do anything right. So my mom moved me to a different school." He looked at the ceiling. "Nothing changed. I made no friends, the only thing that changed was that they called me 'new ugly kid' and 'the new freak' 'ew new kid'. So, rehab didn't really help. Things got worse. And I just wanted to die. But my mom was not gonna let that happen. My dad died when I was 2, so me and her were the only ones, I was all she had. So she sent me away. As much as it hurt her, she had to do it. To save me, and her. So I went to specialized rehab for 6 months, and came back fine. And dandy you know recovered and all. Happy is the word I think." He chuckled at himself. He's so cute I thought. "And then she decided we needed a fresh start. Like a miracle from God, she got a great job offer here, and here I am with you. So.. That's my story." "Miles-" I started but he interrupted me. "No, don't pity me. I'm fine now." "Okay. Just let me say one thing: I haven't known you for 24 hours, not even 12 and you're the closest person to me right now. And thank you. For being there. I'm here for you. Now, they should have never treated you like that. For as long as I've known you, I figure you're a great guy. And you're..." I faded off, scared of what he'd think. "I'm what?" He looked at me suspiciously with. Skittle smirk. "Gorgeous." I said. "Well that makes two of us." He said and winked at me. "Come on let's get back." I smiled at him. And he returned it.

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