Fourth drabble within twenty-four hours? Ada, m'dear, thanks for breaking me out of my slump :) Hope you enjoy!
Number Sixty-Three:
"I want to be perfect just like you, but there's only so much that a girl can do. When I look in the mirror what I see makes sense to me, perfectly."
Word Count: 504
Tess sighed as she fingered her blond locks, staring into the mirror with a blank expression.
She glanced at the picture of her mom taped to the corner of her mirror. Her heart dropped as she remembered the phone call with her mom's manager saying that her mother wouldn't be able to make it to her Broadway play. Again.
She carefully wiped away the lone tear that was making its way down her perfectly complexioned skin, careful not to smudge her makeup.
She though she would've gotten used to it by now. Ever since her botched performance at Camp Rock ten long years ago, her mother had never once attended any of her performances. Not any more Final Jams, none of her Broadway plays, not her first headlining tour with Mitchie Torres, not even when she won her first AMA for best female vocal, in which she beat out two of her friends, Mitchie and Peggy.
She took a sharp breath, willing the tears in to stay in, at least until after the show. She was the lead after all, and this was the most packed the audience has been.
She was lost in saddening memories when all of a sudden, a warm, calloused hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her reverie, and she was greeted with a kiss on the cheek.
"Thinking about TJ again?"
Tess nodded. He squeezed her shoulder comfortingly, and she smiled slightly at the gesture. Ever since her mother had missed her first headlining tour, she had done something she had never done with anyone else before.
She let down her guard.
Ever since that night so long ago, he had always been there for her; first as a friend, then as more.
"You know you're beautiful, right?" She just stared blankly at the mirror as he continued. "I love how soft and shiny your hair is, and I love running my fingers through it, even though you always complain I keep messing it up. And you're so talented. That room of your trophies and records and awards is so big, we might need to renovate for more space. And you're so kind, you've definitely changed since we first met; you've got a heart of gold. Tess, you're perfect."
"Not perfect enough."
"You're perfect enough for me," Nate said softly before kissing her lips. "I love you."
When they parted, she once again looked in the mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled with love, just as Nate's warm brown ones were.
And for the first time in a while, she looked at herself in the mirror and didn't think how she'd never measure up to her mother's high standards of perfection. Despite Nate's words, she knew she was far from perfect.
But for once, it was okay. Everything made sense. All she needed was his love.
Written after my AP Calc midterm :) It was quite interesting for me to write about Tess, as I've never really liked her character in Camp Rock. But it was definitely fun to write her in a different point of view, see another side of Tess. And I also realize that this view of her is slightly cliched, but whatevs.
Review and let me know what you think!
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