This is a song titled Cover Girl from Big Time Rush. I own nothing.
I don't know why you always get so insecure
I wish you could see what I see when you're looking in the mirror
I heard a clatter on the floor when I was reading a magazine. I rushed in and saw Amy looking at the mirror. She was putting mascara on her eyes-on her jade eyes that can hypnotize me since…Korea.
I never saw her put make up on her face before. She usually just put a powder in her face and combs her hair, unlike now. Maybe, she's on a date.
Date.
I can't just let her to a date! It will be inhumane for me. But maybe, she wasn't going to a date. Maybe, Natalie told her something about cosmetics. Yeah, that's probably it, maybe. Stop saying maybe to yourself. Maybe, I should go ask her…maybe.
"Amy, why are you putting cosmetics on your face?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just want to." She said while biting her lips.
"Don't tell me that it's nothing if it's something."
"Okay, fine! I'm on a date."
"On a date with whom?" I exclaimed.
"It's not your problem."
"Yes, it is."
"Why?"
"Nothing."
"Don't tell me that it's nothing if it's something."
"Touché. Anyway, you should stop putting make up from now on."
"And why is that?"
"Because only ugly people use cosmetics to hide their own imperfections."
"So you're telling me I'm ugly?"
"No, you're just insecure. You're using make up to hide your beauty with insecurities."
"Whatever."
Before I walked out of her room, I saw a hint of redness on her cheeks. Was she blushing? Or was it another type of cosmetics that you put on your cheeks?
And why won't you believe me when I say
That to me you get more beautiful, everyday
I was in the living room, I continued reading my magazines. She walked down the staircase, with a nervous feeling in her eyes. I don't know why she's nervous, she always looks lovely. When she finally reached the floor, her phone rang.
"Hello?" Amy said.
To whom is she talking to?
"Okay, Evan. I'm ready."
Evan?
"Where? At the bistro?
The Bistro is near here. I can spy on them…er, I mean look after her on a faraway view without anyone knowing.
"So, who is this Evan guy?" I asked.
"A friend.
"Well, he's lucky."
"How can you say that?"
"Because today, you look beautiful."
"Stop the flattery, Kabra."
"You get more beautiful everyday."
"I don't believe you."
When you're looking at the magazines
And thinking that you'll never measure up
You're wrong
She sat near me. She looked at the cover of my magazine. The cover in the magazine is some British actress.
"She's so beautiful." I heard her mumbled.
"No, she's not."
"Is there some tips on how to be like her?"
"No. You shouldn't bother being like her.
"Yeah, I shouldn't. I can never measure up to her."
Beep. Beep.
"Evan's outside. Bye."
"Bye."
I saw this Evan chap walked her to his car. I have certainly a better car than that.
I looked at the cover girl. She's wrong, she could measure up…actually she can out measure her.
Cause you're my cover, cover girl
I think you're a superstar, yeah you are
Why don't you know?
Yeah, you're so pretty that it hurts
It's what's underneath your skin
The beauty that shines within
You're the only one that rocks my world
My cover girl
You should stop wearing cosmetics because it doesn't matter how you look at the outside, what matters is the inside. And that's a reason why you're MY cover girl.
You walk in rainboots on a perfect summer day
Somehow you always see the dark side, when everything's okay
And you wear baggy clothes that camouflage your shape
Whoa, but you know that I love you, just the way you're made
I remembered her on a Cahill meeting in London.
"Amy? Why are you wearing a raincoat with a matching rainboots in summer?"
"Because the weatherman said that it will be rainy in London today."
"They predicted a wrong weather. Just take your coat and boots off."
She handed me her coat and boots. I placed them in a safe place then I saw her with baggy clothes.
"Amy?"
"Yes?"
"Are baggy clothes hip in America?"
"Umm…I think so."
"Did you bring extra clothes?"
"No. Why?"
"Don't let Natalie see you. She'll get flustered."
"Why? Is she mad at me?"
"Not yet. But she might be when she saw you wearing a baggy clothes to hide you shape."
"Oh."
Got a heart of gold, a perfect original
Wish you would stop being so hard on yourself for awhile
And when I see that face
I'd try a thousand ways
I would do anything to make you smile
Her laugh can ease my pain but her smile can make my heart melt. At her last birthday party, I did everything to make her laugh but only Dan could manage to do it. So, instead I gave her a gift.
"I have a gift for you." I said.
"What is it?"
"Close your eyes."
I opened the lock of the golden necklace and worn it to her. It looks beautiful on her.
"You can open your eyes now."
"Ian, this is too much. I can't accep-"
"No, it's ok. Please accept it. It suits you well."
"Thank you, Ian. Here, have some cake."
"No, thank you. You can have it; it's your birthday anyway."
"I'm on a diet."
"Why? You're shape is perfect."
"I just feel like it. Anyway, why did you give me a golden necklace?"
"Because it suites you. A heart of gold deserves a necklace of gold. That's the least I can do for you."
"Thank you, Ian."
She hugged me. I hugged her back.
"You're welcome." I whispered.
Whoa oh, my cover girl
Whoa oh, my cover girl
It doesn't matter how you look like, I love you just the way you're made…
So that's about it. Reviews, please? ^^
~Khion.