Chapter 4: It all started with a poptart

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If you were to ask me the day I started falling apart, I would not be able to tell you the exact date or time. All I know is that it was the day that I looked in the mirror and no longer saw myself, but this person who I longed to be. I looked in the mirror and found I couldn't find a single thing I loved about myself. But maybe if I looked farther into the mirror, I would have seen someone good. Someone pure. Maybe, if I had looked past all my negative thoughts, I would have seen a perfect girl, with all her insecurities and flaws, but still perfect in a wonderfully imperfect way. Because nobody is perfect. And at some point, I think all those thoughts and flaws catch up to us.. and then we seem to just.. Collapse..

(Arabell)

As alex drags me along behind him, all i can think is that someone mustve hit me with the stupid wand.

Seriously, all I can think is 'wow, he smells really good' or 'eep, hes holding my hand! Hes holding my hand!'

Gosh, i gotta pull myself together. This crazed fan girl thing has to stop.. Now!

Oh god,  I bet this is what the real houswives of beverly hills think about.

Gos this is terrible. My brain.. It feels like its being invaded by dustbunnies..

It takes a few minutes of picturing a post-apocolyptic war where dunsbunnies rule, and are forcing us to live under their beds, that i finally return to myself. Thank goshness.

He stops in the kitchen doorway and drops my hand.

He loks like hes looking for food, so i quickly try and come up with something to say, so im not standing here like a drunken guppie.

"OK, so...why are you harassing me again? Shouldn't you be hanging out with my pigeon-brained brother.. ?" I ask. 

" I dindt think it was harrassing when the crazy fan girl is enjoying my company..?" He says, turning around to look at me before hes back to foraging in our cabinets again

"You seem pretty sure of yourself. How do you know I even wanna be around you? Hmm?" I ask him.

He looks kinda confused for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched up, and a slight puppy dog expression, but then he looks at my face and i guess he can tell i was kidding.

So he smiles confidantly and says, "Oh well , guess ill just have to win you over"

 And I don't really like to admit it-and if someone were to ask me, I'd deffinetly deny it- But for a moment I thought he looked adorable with that confused expression on his face.

I know, its rich right? Me, fat Sal, thinking a six foot mammoth of a boy is adorable. Well, that's really how I'm wired. Sure, guys with abs are hot and all, but I've always been attracted to the taller, bigger guys. Just how I  am I guess. So deal with it bitches!

Apparently, I must have spaced out -even though I swear I was only in magical unicorn land for a few seconds... Just long enough to picture some nice abs..-because Alex is looking at me with the strangest expression on his face, like hes waiting for me to reply or something..

'Oh'

And then i remember what he said. he was probably wainting for me to say something.. Ok, awkwarddd.

And now im sure my expression must look like a hobo suddenly charged at me and asked me to give up my twinky so he could feed it to the magical fluffly bunnies..

But yeahhh.. Anywho, i have no intention of answering that question so... distraction time!!

I could:

a.  suddenly drop to my knees, bowed over, kissing the ground at his feet and referring to him as The Great Piggly wiggly savior..

b. Run crying into another room in histerics because he killed my pony

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