"Grrr!" I say, frustrated with my shirt. It wasn't loose enough.
"You look beautiful" Kendall said, wrapping his arms aroung me and placing his head on top of mines.
"Thanks" I say, trying to be happy with my appearance.
I walk out the door and go into the park. When i get there I sit under the big tree that Kendall and I used to climb. I look into my mirror and see a big nose, dry skin, and ugly eyebrows. I wish I could believe Kendall. He thinks I look more beautiful every day. He thinks I have a heart of gold. He's so sweet. I hate my appearance. My forehead is oily, my nose is too, my cheeks are flaky, my nose is too big and ugly, my legs are too fat, my hips are crazy. I wish I could look like the girls in the magazines, they are so much prettier than I am. Kendall deserves them, pretty and perfect, unlike me. I should break up with him so I don't ruin his reputation with my ugliness.
(Kendalls POV)
She's so beautiful, her heart of gold, a beautiful smile that I would die for, and eyes that might melt my heart if I look for too long. She is so insecure though. I would jump off a cliff if I would make he smile. She thinks she's not perfect. She is. And she has inner beauty, which is WAY better than normal beauty. I love her. I don't ever want to lose her. I'm going to go hug her. I run down the hall to the elevator. I push 'lobby' and wait. She meets me there and looks depressed and extremely stressed. She hugs me.
"Kendall, I- I W-wanna b-b-break u-u-up" she chokes out.
"What? Why? I need details! Please don't do this!" I said holding back tears.
She hugs me again and we sit down. She lays her head in the crook of my neck. It's so comforting but, why is she leaving me?
"I don't think I'm good enough for you" She finally says
"Why not? Have you looked in a mirror lately? You look beautiful!" I say taking her hand and interlacing out fingers.
"I have and I don't think it's fair for me to be with you, I mean, you're handsome, famous, a popstar, everything a girl could want and I'm a nobody from Texas."
"But you're everything I want, and that's good enough for me" I said pulling her close to me.
"If I dissapeared tomorrow would you look for me?" She said
"Of Course! Are you crazy? Are you going to run away?"
She didn't respond. It hurt. Bad. So we both went up to our room. We fell asleep watching Peter Pan and when I woke up she was gone, but there was a sticky note on my forehead. It said.
"I love you, but I'm leaving"
I broke down. Worse than when Jo left. I couldn't get up. I wanted to lay there until she came back.
"Halina?" I managed to choke out
No answer. I got up to look in the closet. Her clothes were gone and so was her little cluttered childish stuff. There wasn't a time when I wished they would come back until now. The only thing was a picture of us. At the beach. Playing in the water. From yesterday... I missed my little Lina. I picked up my phone and called. No answer. Again and Again. Over and over. 147 calls and 265 texts later I finally gave up. What had happened to us. I couldn't get up out of bed.
Can you guess what song this is based off of?