Perfect (gxg)

Her. She's perfect. Her voice, the way her voice makes my stomach flip when she says my name or even speaks the most simplest of words. Her skin how it looks so soft like a cloud, and trust me it is. Her nose and the way it wrinkles up when she laughs. Her hair the most beautiful shade of blackish brown. And her eyes man those eyes, brown but not just brown those brown eyes are like a chocolate fountain. Her lips, man those -
"Hey Lex, did you hear me ?" Amy waving her hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention. She is now off my back and standing in front of me. "Yeah, I'm sorry what were you saying ?" I tell her trying to get my mind straight. That's her Amy Cameron, my best friend, the hottest girl in school, the funniest person I've ever met, popular, and she's an artist (music, art (drawing, painting, sketching, etc.), and dance). I look at her admiring her features. "The first bell just rang, we need to hurry before we are late." She says while fixing her hair. As if she even needed to, she's perfect.