angelina ─ zjm

one.

The first time Zayn saw Angelina, they were both kids - Angelina being three years younger than Zayn. And although it was many years ago, he still remembers that one day he saw her for the first time.

Their mothers actually knew each other long before Zayn and Angelina did. So it was no suprise that they met in the park and started talking immediately. Zayn didn't like it when his mother randomly stopped somewhere and talked for hours with someone he has never met, but this time he did.

Because the other woman was holding hands with a girl not that much younger than Zayn. At that time, she still used to wear her hair in two ponytails - something that she hated, but her mother made her do literally every single day. She wore a white summer dress with tiny roses on it, frilly white socks and pink dirty sneakers. And to Zayn, the boy who always wore snapbacks and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirts, she was so incredibly breathtaking that his little mouth was opened for good three minutes.

Well, that was before her mother spoke.

"What grade is little Zaynie actually in? Angelina is going to be in second grade soon, we're kinda worried that her grades will get worse."

"Oh, Zayn is in fourth grade. He is already pretty bad, so don't worry about Angie though," Zayn's mother chuckled, patting Zayn on the back, making him wiggle out and go play nearby.

Just as he picked up a stick from the ground, he heard his name in the sweetest voice. So he turned around, seeing that the girl he admired just a minute ago was now standing in front of him, her doe eyes gazing at him.

"Uh.. um-An-Angelina?" he suttered, his hands shaking so much he dropped the stick.

"Please call me Angie, it sounds better," she smiled at him.

"O-Okay, A-Angie. Wh-why did you come here?"

"Well, your mother asked my mother if she could ask me to go watch you, if you want to know that side of the story. But that's not why I came, actually."

What amazed Zayn was that she was so young, yet she picked her words so carefully and spoke more confidently than any adult ever could. "Then why did you came here?" he asked carefully, making sure that his words wouldn't come out too harsh.

Angelina looked down, kicking the grass below her, almost as if she was ashamed for whatever she was about to say. "I want you to teach me how to be bad."

Zayn shook his head, unable to speak. The boy just couldn't believe what his precious Angie was saying. And not just because he couldn't imagine her being bad, but also because him being bad was a total bullshit.

"How am I bad?"

"Well, you know. Like you wear cool clothes and hang out with all the funny boys and go on adventures and all that."

"Hmm... well maybye I can teach you all that," he nodded, trying to look as professional as he could as he picked up the stick again, making two steps closer to Angelina. "Follow me."

And so she did, she actually did. The two kids sat behind one of the trees, talking about their plans, about life, basically anything normal kids wouldn't talk about. Zayn tried to teach Angelina something he knew, but at the end of the day, it wasn't the girl who learned something. It was the boy, who fell in love with her on that one day, behind the tree and under the baby blue sky.

a/n: okay so im finally updating 'angelina' !! the first few chapters are going to be flashbacks, mostly because i want you to know a little bit about their past.

!! ALSO: I AM NOT GOING TO DESCRIBE WHAT ANGELINA LOOKS LIKE. the whole point of the book is showing angelina as 'the perfect woman', as she is mostly an illusion, something that we only think we see. She is beautiful even though she has many flaws, and i want you to imagine whoever you want as her.

because as she is supposed to be 'the ideal woman', there's nobody in the position to choose what is and isn't beautiful. Every race, every eye and hair color, every boob or butt size, every freckle, every stretch mark is perfect. You are Angelina. You might have flaws, but you are the only person to decide what is good for you and what isn't and that is what makes you your own kind of perfect. Remember that.