Alright mortals, this is my first fic people, so please be nice! CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is not only welcomed, but encouraged. Also, if you guys think this is good, I'll write more, but do tell me if I suck at writing and should stop.
So without further ado, I give you My Idea of Perfection
Aubrey Posen strove towards perfection with a near maniacal obsession. Her appearance was one of meticulous preparation and thought; rarely was there ever even a hair out of place on her head. She maintained a perfect 4.0 GPA, she was usually involved in at least 4 extra curricular classes at any given time, and at times, she knew the class material better then even the teachers. If it weren't for her one rather unfortunate tendency to projectile vomit when she was stressed, she could possibly be categorized as perfection.
Unfortunately, She DID have a tendency to vomit when she was extremely stressed, and therefore, she was unworthy of being a Posen. No matter what she did, she'd never be good enough, not in her overbearing, extremely demanding, and no-nonsense father. A father who would never ever let Aubrey see how perfect she really was, which killed Chloe everyday.
Mr. Posen's constant words of degradation towards Aubrey never let Aubrey see everything good and beautiful about herself. Aubrey could never see herself the way the Chloe saw her, and it killed her everytime Aubrey was in one of her self depreciating phases. It made Chloe want to scream, cry, and profess her love for Aubrey all at once, but she knew she couldn't. Aubrey was Aubrey and Chloe was Chloe. There could never be an Aubrey and Chloe, not at least one that Chloe could see.
Now, that DID NOT however mean that Chloe didn't do her damnest to try and make Aubrey see how perfect she really was. Whether it be through off-handed comments about how good (really actually drop dead gorgeous but...) Aubrey looked in a certain dress, being over excited when Aubrey aced another exam, or just always trying to be the perfect friend, Chloe did everything in her power to make Aubrey see how perfect she really was. Unfortunately, Aubrey sucks at seeing this, and sometimes, Chloe just can't take it...
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT CHLOE YOU JUST DON'T GET IT DO YOU?" Aubrey roared. "Good is not acceptable. Nothing short of perfect can be acceptable-"
"Oh, so you're going to be MAD AT ME, for trying to make you see that an A- isn't bad?!" Chloe snapped back.
Aubrey slumped down on to her bed in their shared dorm at this. "You're right Chloe, I'm sorry... Its just, my Dad's been putting a lot of pressure on me lately, and you know how that is."
Chloe did know how that was sadly enough. She knew how Mr. Posen drove his only daughter practically insane with his completely unrealistic demands. She knew that because of her own FATHER, Aubrey would probably never be happy or see how perfect she really was.
"Yeah, I know Bree" Chloe said, "I just wish you'd ignore him and see that you really are perfect."
Here Aubrey snorted in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm so fucking perfect. I'm a mess Chloe! My life is ruled by schedules. I can't stand up to my own father and even disagree with him! I'm here at Barden instead of Harvard like I should-"
Chloe couldn't take it any more. She'd always been impulsive, and honestly, she couldn't take Aubrey pointing out all of her perceived flaws any more. With out another thought towards the possible consequences of her actions, Chloe kissed Aubrey, trying to convey all of her feelings, her thoughts, her frustrations, everything she wanted to say to her for the past 2 years, but never did into that one kiss. For a second, Aubrey remained motionless, but then she returned the kiss with every bit of fervor that she received. She returned the kiss, putting everything she wanted to say into it. Every bit of repressed love and want she poured into that one kiss. As teeth clashed and tongues battled, each message was conveyed. When the two broke apart for air, it was Chloe that spoke first.
"Aubrey, I can't take this any more, you are perfect. You might not be what your father calls perfect, but to be honest, your father's an ass, and so are his ideas about perfection. Everything about you is perfect. And not just the facade you put up for everyone else. You're perfect is beyond skin deep. In those moments I've seen you without all of your walls, I see true perfection, the kind that you can only be born with, the kind of perfect you are"
At this, Aubrey started to cry, not tears of sadness, but tears of relief, happiness, and just disbelief. For the first time in her short 20 years of life, someone finally made her feel perfect, like she was worth something. Someone looked at her with love and kindness, not contempt and disgust.
"Shh... Don't cry Bree. I-" Chloe started
" Oh just shut up and listen Chloe! You got to say your piece, now its my turn to say mine." Aubrey said with a smile "Chloe, YOU are perfect. You're free, something I've never been. You're always happy, and you some how manage to see the best in everyone. You're the kind of perfect I wish that I was, and I love you."
Here Chloe couldn't help but to smile. The girl of here dreams was telling her she loved her. Aubrey wasn't rejecting her, she actually felt the same way! Everything was falling into place as Chloe leaned towards Aubrey, their faces so close together, lips almost touching.
"Chloe! For serious, you need to wake up already! You're going to be late for class again" Aubrey's call woke Chloe from her dream.
With a sigh, Chloe got up. Aubrey was already in the kitchen of their little dorm making a breakfast for the two of them. For a minute, Chloe closed her eyes, remembering her dream, remembering the feeling of her kiss, hoping to be brave enough to tell Aubrey about her true feelings. Another call from the person of her dreams forced her to get up and face reality. For now, Aubrey and Chloe was just a dream, and Aubrey still didn't know that she was perfect in the eyes of someone else. But someday she would. Unfortunately, Someday wasn't today...
