I still do not own BTR, nor do I own BarlowGirl, even though they're awesome
James was the son of the CEO of Diamond Cosmetics, he was also the guy that every girl wanted a piece of. He should be happy, after all, he's rich, popular, and has practically anything he could want, but he's not happy, not one bit. He's a bit of a perfectionist, but only when it comes to himself. When others aren't perfect it doesn't bother him at all really, but he feels that he, James Diamond, has to be perfect to be happy, and he figures if he's not happy, then he's not perfect, not yet.
James sighed as he looked in his mirror, singing part of a BarlowGirl song under his breath. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, have I got it?" He sighed again, "Of course I don't, I'm just a big hunk of imperfection at its worst."
"James, time for school!" his mom shouted up the stairs.
"Coming!" James looked once more in the mirror, another day, another lie, another heart to break.
James really was a sweet guy, not that he let anyone see it. Since his dad ran off leaving him and his mom he swore never to let anyone win his heart. He built walls around the real James to protect himself from the heartache that would come with letting anyone in. He remembered how heart broken his mom had been when his dad just up and left and he never wanted to be that broken because of some person who just really didn't give a crap about him.