A/N: For Danci. :)
Danci- Happy Birthday, you talented, smitten writer. Cause you rock! You rock! You rock on! Scar, have a supersupersuperextrodinary birthday. :)
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Perfect
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Sonny Monroe.
The name itself lived and thrived in the mind of Chad Dylan Cooper.
As you probably infered, she was sunny. And maybe, just maybe, she was related to Marilyn Monroe.
Well...
Yes. Maybe. But there was alot of things that he loved about her.
The way she smiled.
The way she made everyone happy when she was miserable.
The way she helped her friends and family, no matter what she had to do.
The way she blushed and looked down when he passed by.
The way she bit her lip when trying to focus.
The way she did everything.
She was perfect.
He was not.
He was a player.
He was a bastard.
He was stupid.
He was afraid to fall in love.
He hated himself.
He wanted to die.
But she loved him.
She believed in him.
"You're perfect, Chad. Don't change that."
A/N: Suckish, suckish, suckish. I know. :( But I hope you have a good B-Day, Ms. Raindrops. :)