A/N: Hello there. I deleted my other story, in replacement for the one, for the following reasons. First, I shouldn't have made Jean and my relationship so perfect. 'Perfect' doesn't seem to be existing in my language. Second, I wasn't happy at all with the drama going on there either. Third, I was constantly getting writers block when it came to typing it up. I hope you guys understand the circumstances and decision I made with the story. Same characters, some I deleted as well. [Personal reasons] My biggest and reasonable reason as of why I had the other story deleted was because of how about a week ago, my best friend told me that our relationship was too perfect when she read it. It got me thinking, and so I read it all over again and knew she had been right. So I asked her what should I do and she said to delete it and she will write the first few paragraphs for this Unperfect story. We agreed and left it at that. Please don't go around saying something like "you stupid bitch, how could you?" It's going to make me delete this story. Besides she has very amazing ideas, that would have never sparked my mind. So enjoy reading this, since I probably bored you already with this speech of mine.

Disclaimer: Yes, yes I do own this story. But no, no I do not own Cinderella.


Okay so, here's the thing. I'm 15, named Callindra. I have long blond/ light brown hair that flows along my mid back. I go to Cardinal Spellman Highschool, in Upstate. I can't say I'm single, but I'm not taken either. My alarm blasted with music and woke me up. I groaned and punched the snooze button. Welcome to my non-fairytale world, where everything isn't perfect. My green eyes found themselves staring back at each other through my glasses, studying my body in the mirror. Everything looked so, different. My but was bigger, my belly lost its baby fat and my breats were larger than a size A38.

I gave myself a blank expression before dragging my feet into my bathroom for a hot shower. The hot water burned my sensitive skin, but I liked feeling the pain now-a-days so I carried on. A couple of minutes after, I got out of the shower and wore my robe, trying to decide on what to wear. I made a decision of wearing something comfortable, sweats, grey Ugs and a white top. I brushed my hair and let it form into its curly self. I was in the middle of rubbing moose into it when my phone vibrated.

"Hello?"

"Hey Katie," a high pitched voice said from the other line. I smiled, "Hey Janeen". Janeen is my cousin who live five houses down from mine. "Happy birthday Jan."

"Thanks, you are coming to my party right?"

"Wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Good. Guess who's going to be there. . ." She sang. I laughed, I already knew who it was.

"Liam?" She squealed and I pulled the phone away from my ear. "Geeze, it's just Liam."

"Pfft, you don't say that about Jean." I blushed.

"I Don't go crazy for him. It's not like I love him. It's just a crush, nothing big." I said, truthfully. [A/N: Yeah right, I practically go hyper every time we talk. Carry On]

"Mhn, sure. Anyway, I called to tell you something. But please, please, please don't say you're not coming. You have to swear." Janeen said seriously. I rolled my eyes, only one thing could keep me from not coming to her pa- "Layla will be here too." My thoughts were interrupted by the saying of that horrific name. Layla is Jean's, bitch-dog. A.K.A girlfriend, she's very beautiful, and a slut too.

Perfect curves, eyes nose, no glasses, flawless skin, and breasts guys hunger for. I sighed loudly. "Why?" I asked. "Look at the bright side, Kat. Jean's coming too!" My hopes were up, but it was impossible for me to stay calm, when I knew that Layla was going as well.

"Well, I'll talk to you later Jan. I'll see you at your party later on."

"Bye-bye Kitty," I scrunched my face up at the new nickname of the week and turned to my Algebra text book to study for the exam we have on Tuesday. After my geeky time, I turned to my T.V. and PS3 to watch the Devil May Cry 4 cutscenes. I was a huge fan, especially of Nero, he reminded me so much of Jean, tall, pale, soft hair, strong, cocky, and sweet when he was up for it. My phone rang and I growled. No one ever bothered me unless the world was coming to an end when I was watching my cutscenes.

"What?" I said, irritated.

"Um, is this a bad time?" a male's voice echoed through my phone and my eyes widened. "Oh, no. Jean, sorry. I was, I was looking through my mini skirts." I chuckled nervously hoping he would buy it.

"For Janeens party tonight?"

"Yep, you are going right?"

" Yeah, I called to see if you were. Maybe Layla will leave me be at Janeens and I'll talk to you?" I blushed yes he knew my number, only because we're in French class together and calculus. Anyways, back to our magical conversation . . . . "Oh, well then I guess- "Jean! We have to go now!" I heard a voice say. I rolled my eyes. "Okay coming!" Jean shouted back. "Hehe, I have to go. I'll see you later."

"Bye Jean." I said, making it obvious I liked him. He laughed softly and I blushed crimson red. "I-," I was cut off by the line closing. I sighed and threw myself back on the bed. I continued to watch the cutscenes until it was down to the final scene where Nero shares a kiss with Kyrie, I tried imagining myself in Jeans arms and him leaning in slowly- well it didn't turn out so, oh well!

It was about six when I started getting ready for Janeen's party. I looked through my wardrobe, and through half of it onto my bed and growled. "Damn it! Where can you find something to go in public when you actually need it. I soon sighed in defeat, 'ok then, no cute outfit tonight.' Instead of a supposed mini skirt, I wore jeans and a long sleeve shirt, since it was cold outside and I left my hair how it was, in a tangly mass of curls. I went downstairs to find my mom reading a romance novel in the kitchen. She was wearing her reading glasses as usual since she always had a book in her hand.

"Mom, can I have 200$ for Janeen?"

She looked up from her book, her silver glasses gliding slightly down the bridge of her nose. "Go check my purse. Your seriously wearing that? I buy better clothes for you." She said. I raised my eye brow at her, "Oh really? Mom, you bought these jeans, and shirt, and I actually got these flats." Her mouth formed an 'o' form. I went over into her room and checked her purse for the money. I got the 200$ and grabbed my keys and jacket. "Bye mom!"

"Bye, sweetheart."

I walked to Janeen's house and heard bickering, in front of her house, along with the song We R Who We R by Ke$ha. "I was not flirting with him! I don't even know him! He asked for my number!"

"Right, so that's why you were smiling and already holding the pen?"

"He gave it to me. Yeah I fucking held it! But I wasn't going to write down the number. What are you a idiot? I love you, not that jerk!"

"You have a funny way to show it, Layla."

"Whatever Jean, if you don't believe me, then I'll just go back to the guy and give him my number!" Layla's English accent was fuming out of her mouth and she stomped away, her heals clacking from under her. I pressed my lips together and heard Jean go back into Janeens house. I sighed and went inside as well. Janeen was laughing about something Liam had said. I walked over to her looking around her beautifully decorated house. "Happy birthday Janeen."

She smiled brightly at me and stood up from her seat and embraced me. "Thanks Kitty." I squinted my eyes at her. "Kitty?" She shrugged. "Oh here."

I gave her the 200$ and she thanked me. "Oh, by the way, you're dream man's sitting on my bench. He and Layla were arguing and they had gone outside- "I know, I saw them when I was coming in."

"Well, he came back alone. Maybe you got lucky and the broke up." I shrugged.

"I'll go see. B.R.B," I went over to her backyard where the bench was and found Jean sitting with his head in his hands. I walked over to him quietly, hoping he won't shoo me off. "Um, hey." I said softly.

He looked up from his thinking and half smiled at me and patted the spot next to him, motioning me to sit down. I sat and folded my hands playing with my fingers. "Are you okay?" He looked at me as if I were stupid and I felt my face getting hot. I felt relaxed when I realized it was dark enough for my pink cheeks not to be seen. "No, I'm not. Layla was about to give this guy she met at a store when we went shopping today. "Oh. I'm sure it was a mistake." I said.

He chuckled, "thanks but, I don't do the bullshit talk." I started feeling, frustrated. When I get frustrated I usually tear up. "Sorry." Jean said all of a sudden. I felt my hopes up. "I really like her. What should I do?" I could hear the desperation in his voice. I sighed, well there go all my hopes and dreams as always. 'Leave her, be with me.' "Just talk to her."

He layed his head on my shoulder and I layed my head over his, "I guess I'll try that." I felt his soft breath heating my chest, so I stood up and fixed my glasses as they started to shift down my nose. "I have to go back in and say bye. I um, have to go study." Jean stood up too, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into an embrace, I smiled. "Good-night Jean."

"Good-night Callindra," I frowned when we pulled away, and walked back into the house with Jean not too far behind me. 'Another horrible name.'

"Callindra." Jean called.

I looked back, "yeah?"

"Maybe, we could hangout sometime? You know bonding time?" I nodded.

"That'd be great. See you tomorrow in school." I left Janeen's house and walked back to mine. Well, tomorrow I'm sure is going to be an intresting day.


Yeah, I hope you liked it. Review [Including Jean]