'Sup: I'm offically in love with Jame/Tawni. (Jami?) Written for LarryLuvsPie's contest.

perfect mistake
one-shot

i could say that iloveyousomuch,
but it hurts just a little too bad.
{just bad enough because i deserve it.}

and it's absolutelyfuckingtrue
so i can't do anything about it.
{except WAIT and CRY and CRY and WAIT.}

and I want to reach out but I can't.

Tawni smiled, pushing her friend off. She knew that Sonny wanted to be with Chad more than anything. She just needed a little push. And then, almost like magic, it happened. They were in love.

It was something magical, sure. But, in the back of her mind, Tawni couldn't help but wish that she had someone like Chad Dylan Cooper.

Just like before. Because Chad Dylan Cooper belonged to her, not to Sonny.

But it was alright. Absolutely fucking alright. Why? Easy. Chad needed someone like Sonny- no, not Tawni- to make him complete. She was the sonshine (hah, it's a pun) to his cold dark life and it's amazing.

They make each other happy. And Tawni just kept drifting apart in her little world of allaboutherself.

And all she can think about is her unhealthy obsession over, of all things, pie.

It's unhealthy.

Tempting.

Yet wonderful.

Kinda like her, except people actually like pie.

She's being the perfect mistake, that she's hoping someone- anyone- will make.

i'm telling you this
in the most indirect means
because ican'ttakethehurtnomore.
{but I have to.}

but wallowing in my own filthy nonsense
of youarepathetic and noonelovesyou,
i tell myself that maybe there's a little hope.
{but there's not a lot.}

Tawni Hart takes out her frustration on pie. It's weird habit she'd developed over the year, and she should stop but she doesn't. So, like all divas, she liked to binge and purge.

She tells herself, I look pretty. But in reality, it's, I'm fucked up. And she wants to stop, but every bite of that delicious, creamy pie send her back for more. And then another. And then another.

And then her index finger disappears in her throat and it comes back as bile.

And she thinks it makes her look pretty, but it really doesn't. Not really.

"Tawni, you have to stop this," her cousin murmurs. And she pats Tawni's back consolingly, seeing a frightened, frail little girl instead of the bold starling Hollywood makes her out as.

"I can't, Zaira. I can't."

And, maybe it's an impulse, maybe it's not. But Zaira grabs Tawni's hair before the blonde makes another move for the toilet.

All Zaira sees is this perfect mistake, just waiting for someone to realize it.

we're all sorts of fucked up
but maybe we can be fuckeduptogether?
{wouldn't that be n i c e ?}

She finds him, flustered and lonely, just like her. He finds her, too. With a broken smile and a broken heart. And he teaches her how to do a lot of things.

How to stop her pie addiction.

How to get over Cooper.

How to be really truly happy for Sonny,

How to move on.

How to love...

Him.

And she's happy, for once. Because he makes her feel special, like she should be. (And she can't remember anyone making her feel this way before.)

And she's never felt this perfect than... Ever. And it makes her happy.

And creamy.

Like a pie.

i'm the perfect mistake
that i'm hoping you'll make

He's not her prince charming, and she's not his princess. But, in all essence, they belong together. More than Sonny and Chad. More than Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens.

They go together, like peanut butter and jelly. Like pie and a fork.

Amazing, tempting, and wonderful. Just like them.

They're not perfect, but they're damn close.

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