Title: Perfection

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Angst

Summary: Tess has always strived for perfection, even if that meant killing herself in the form of an eight letter word. Anorexia.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, or anyone.

Chapter One: Marked.

Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

Stop staring, stop staring, stop staring. Ohhh! He's adding hot fudge! Tess Tyler's mouth opened slightly as she stared, her stomach rumbled. She hadn't eaten anything in almost five days. Currently the Two Stars singer was leaning against an ice cream shop window, her forehead against the glass.

"You know, it's okay to go in and get some." A voice from behind her said.

She jumped back and turned swiftly, hitting the back of her head against the hard glass. "Ow!" she held the back of her head and glared at the person who spoke, that person wasn't alone.

She groaned. "What do you want, Mitchie?"

"Nothing, just wondering what you were doing. Kind of weird…" the brunette trailed off, her boyfriend, Shane Gray, had his arm around her shoulder.

"Did you take up stalking?" Shane asked.

Tess stopped glaring and frowned. "No, I did not. I'm here because I'm waiting on someone. What are you doing in Hollywood?" That question was directed for Mitchie, Shane was a popstar in a band, Connect Three, and he lived here.

The month was May, so Mitchie should have school back in Texas, where she lived.

"Shane invited me for the week because Saturday's the award show. Are you going to be there?"

It's the reason I'm doing this! The blonde scowled. "Why wouldn't I be there? I'm Tess Tyler! Plus, my mom's hosting." Her mom was the famous and well-respected T.J Tyler.

"Right, well…see you there."

"Of course." Tess's eyes narrowed as the couple walked away, she caught Shane saying something to Mitchie and then both of them laughing.

She glanced down and put her arms around her stomach. Their laughing because I've gotten fat. She took a breath and walked forward, her thoughts racing with each step. There's no way I can walk that red carpet like this. A fat blob, ugh, not acceptable. Nobody will see my love handles or my arm flab on that carpet. Mark my words.

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A/n: I know this chapter isn't good, but the story's gonna get better soon. And, sorry the chap is short, next chapter will be longer.