Little Miss Not-So-Perfect

10. Weird Articles and Pretty French Girls

The next few weeks were fine with me occasionally going out with Alessia and spending most of my time with Miller. I'd gotten a really interesting story to write about for the The Day's Finest newspaper. It was about an arrest case on one of the top socialites in the country. Mother of twins Claudia and Claudine, Natalie Shwepzer was being arrested for illegally doing plastic surgery for her three year old twins. She claimed they were "too chubby " and wanted the fat reduced and curves in various other places. I mean, how cruel could one get? The best part about babies is their chubby cheeks.

I tap my pencil against my chin, thinking about my opinion on the topic when I feel something soft on my neck. I turn around in the computer chair and see a smiling Miller.

"Well, hello there," I say girlishly. He kisses me softly and touches my cheek with his hand.

"What you working on, beautiful?" He asks, making my heart flutter. I smile and turn back to the computer, showing him the article I was writing.

"Remember Natalie Shwepzer? The Russian lady on Chats With Charlie?" I ask. He thinks for a moment before he nods.

"The brunette with the blue eyes and amazing as-" He stops abruptly, "amazing... accent. Yeah totally." He coughs into his hand. I roll my eyes, knowing exactly which part of her body he found amazing.

"Yeah, so Miss Shwepzer had gotten Dr. James Harlow, the plastic surgeon, to do surgery on her twin girls, Claudia and Claudine. Breast implants, butt enhancers, even a stomach flattening procedure," I said. Miller's beautiful face turned into one of confusion.

"Well, I think I should be getting that stomach flattening surgery," He says, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

"Mm... Well I don't think that six pack could get any more defined," I say shyly. I was always like this around him: girlish, giggling and shy. Come to think of it, is this really how a relationship works? Shouldn't I be feeling more comfortable than shy? He seems like he's going to get bored of me really quickly, since he's a Greek God and I'm just a lowly villager from Athens. I really need to stop reading books about Greek Gods. I'm quickly cut off from my thoughts when a pair of soft lips find mine. Miller's hands grip my waist, and by the looks of it, I'm never going to get my article done.

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"Lizzy!" I spin around and my eyes meet with a pair of electric blue ones. I smile and head towards Tyler. I grasp him in a hug in the center of the small Tim Hortons shop. Sometimes, I enjoyed the cheap, but delicious coffee. I broke away from his hug and grinned up at him, thankfully that he was taller than me. I barely found men who were taller than me, and those who were ended up being weird or just plain ugly.

"What's up? Haven't seen you in ages," He says.

"I know. We should seriously hang out! Are you alone right now?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No, but please join us!" He exclaims. Oh, so there's an us in his life?

"Sure." I smile, wanting to see who us is. He leads me to a small round table at the back where a girl facing away from me sits.

"Celine," He says sweetly. The girl spins around and I'm immediately shocked. Her brown to blonde hair falls in soft waves down to her elbow and her green orbs were absolutely stunning. She had no make up on, but her contour lined were prominent, cheekbones high, and jawline sharp and sleek. Her eyelashes were perhaps the longest I'd seen, much like mine. Her eyebrows were like the ones in eyebrow gel ads, absolutely perfect with a slight curve and sharp edge. Sunglasses were perched up on the top of her head, and I spotted a Chanel bracelet matching her Chanel earrings on her right hand and three Cartier bracelets in three colors, rose gold, silver, and gold on the left hand.