Imperfect
A/N: This is Peter's POV, and also number one in the series. I think there will be about thirteen in all, and I have about six of them written, so I just need to post them as I go along. This first one is short, I realize, so not every single one will be as short as this, but I felt I needed to establish where I think Peter and Jason stand before I go into the story. Enjoy, and please review when done!
Disclaimer: If I owned Bare I would be having sex with it, not writing fic about it.
You hope he looks at you today.
You dressed up special, just for him, so you really hope he looks at you today.
You've been trying so hard lately to be everything he could ever possibly dream of wanting. He's so perfect, so absolutely beautiful, and so everything you wanted. You don't know how you ended up with him. You're everything he's not. You're ugly, and meek, and utterly imperfect. He's nothing of the sort.
Late at night you stare at your reflection in the mirror, wondering why he chose you when there are so many people that are perfect just like him.
He tells you you're perfect, more than he could ever imagine, and all you think is "Lie". You're not. But he is. He's wonderful, and gorgeous, and his smile lights up the world. If everyone turned off every single light, there would still be plenty of illumination radiating from that smile.
You shiver whenever and where ever he touches you, you skin burns like its on fire, and it feels like heaven has burst through. You're in love, and you don't quite know what to do with this information.
So you smile at him whenever you can, and know that if your smile is one-billionth as heart-stopping as his is, it's good enough.
Your mirror winks at you, the sun glinting onto it. You try and smooth your hair one more time before heading out the door.
You really hope he looks at you today.