A/N: So I'm back... :D
And before I update another chappie of Secrets, I need to make ANOTHER one shot. (Tee-hee!) So I wrote this in Math Class (shocker!) after a idea hit me in Science Class about "Aesthetics". Ah, science. Even inspiration could happen in the weirdest places. Like "anan-ass." XD (You didn't think I'd put this there, isn't that right, Mademoiselle Duponte?)
:P
So enjoy! :D
Dedication: Adoxagraphy Angelus? Miss Erickson? DancingRaindrops? This is for you, dearies. Work it out. :)
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It's aesthetics.
An obsession with the way you look, the way you act, the way you present yourself on the world stage. It can be summed up in one word.
H-o-l-l-y-w-o-o-d.
Sometimes she wonderspondersstumble on when she became a diva. Or rather how. It's the tragic story of GoodGirlGoneBad. She was so much like that perky, brown-eyed brunette in her younger days. Whathappened?
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"Mommy!"
Mrs. Hart beat her fists down onto her thighs.
"You're so ugly."
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Maybe it was her mom. The endless nights Mrs. Hart beat her was endearing. She was a type of royality. An air of superiority hung in the air when she was present. And she thrived for it. She didn't want to heard the dirtydirty words- you see? look at the brunette. she's perfect- and be beat down a million times. She wanted her mother to be proud. She wanted eyes to wander to her shortshort dress. She wanted to get laid.
All because of her.
But really- was that the main reason?
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"Duck-Duck-"
Their eyes connected once more, and she felt tears spring to her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Go-Tawni. I love her."
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He was a reminder of the morals her mother raised her with. You'renotgoodenough, You'renotgoodenough. He was her first real relationship; starting out as the 'it' couple for six and seven year olds everywhere. And Tawni loved that. Her mother loved that. She thought he loved that.
It'sjustamatterofaesthetics,remember?
But no. He had to fall for that bitchette. (she feels tears pool in her eyes, and buries her head in her hands. what could she do? the brunette was perfect.) As soon as Little Miss Sunshine hopped into thierperfectworld, he fell. Hard. Harder than he ever fell for her; the (socalled) face of perfection.
(Her mother was sure to rub it in.)
So she comes to a conclusion. She stands up, dusts off her prettypink dress and goes on with her life as second best.
Why?
Because nobody cares about what's on the inside. It's just a matter of aesthetics after all.
fin.
A/N: A bit angsty there, but what can I say? A little angst brightens up your day. :P
Adoxa, Willy, Danci? What did you think?
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