"This," she explained softly, gesturing between the small gap between us. "Us. We're just too perfect to be true." "We're impossibly perfect," I whispered, giving her a small, gentle smile as I entwined her hand with my own, her small little fingers fitting perfectly between mine. Meeting her was foreign. She was a fan, a true fan, an obsessive fan. When I met her, yes, she screamed in my face, unable to comprehend what was happening, and yes, she had a hard time adjusting to my presence. For once, she was a beautiful, beautiful, and brilliant girl that I wasn't attracted to. I didn't understand why; no one did. Sweet, funny, all around perfect- everything I ever wanted. It was strange, wasn't it? Everyone else thought I'd be in love, but I wasn't. She's just impossibly perfect. © Copyright 2013

Yup no one likes me. I'm a burden but hey, I'm smart and I've got a future ahead of me. When I'm 18 I plan on leaving my family. Why? Maybe because my mum is so over protective I can barely breathe? Yeah, but it's okay because he teaches me how to be free, he teaches me how to let loose, He's my freedom. Things are turning out better than I expected, or so I thought...