Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

Summary: Zoey Bruno is not the prettiest girl in Sinnoh High. She's teased about her looks by everyone- including her own best friends. Can someone help her? Against. Dawn is OOC, so is Paul.

Paul: 15
Zoey: 14
Dawn: 13

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A scarlet haired girl hugged her mathbook and notebook tighter to her chest as her friend went on about Diagla and Palkia knows what.

But if she knew her best friend, it would be about how unattractive she was.

The girl wore a burgundy long sleeve shirt, an orange bubble vest that ended mid-stomach, jeans that ended just below her knees, and tan hiker boots. On her right wrist was a red Poketch App. She also had a golden necklace with a dark red gem in an oval. Her brown eyes didn't contain their usual zeal and enthusasum.

They were full of dismay and hurt.

Her name was Zoey Bruno, and she was a freshman in Sinnoh High School.

Her friend was Dawn Jenness, one of the prettiest girls in school. She wore a mini dress that had a skintight black tank top torso and a pink skirt, a pink scarf, a white toboggan hat with a half pink Pokeball, black knee socks, and shin high pink boots. On one wrist was a pearl bracelet, and on the other was a pink Poketch App.

"Really, why do you look that way? I mean, its not even funny." Dawn had been saying. Zoey sighed.

"Look, I've got to go." with that, Zoey turned away and walked to her next class.

As she found her seat in the back row, she looked for a friendly face she could talk to. But all she recieved was taunting looks.

"Turn around, time for class." the teacher, , said.

As he began to talk, a note was flown onto Zoey's desk from the person in front of her. She opened it slowly.

It read, "You shouldn't even be allowed to go to this school, you're so ugly."

Zoey crumbled it and stuck it in her pocket. For the rest of class, she stared out the window, not caring what the teacher was saying.

Soon, the bell rang and it was lunch period. She went outside and sat under a large oak tree, where she usually ate lunch.

A sinking feeling grew in her stomach as Dawn, followed by two girls that were as pretty as she was, came over to her. She stood in front of her with her hands on her hips. She opened her mouth to speak but someone else spoke before her.

"If you're going to insult her, scram."

The four girls turned around and saw a boy about a year older than Zoey standing there. His fists were clenched and he looked angry. But that was the impression most got when they look into his black eyes. He wore a black and blue sweatshirt over a black tee-shirt, black baggy jeans, and blue sneakers. He had purple hair that ended about three inches below his chin. There was a gray backpack strap across his chest.

"Oh, go away, Paul." one of the girls that had followed Dawn said.

"Its like, none of your business." the other said.

"Yeah, just go and do whatever punks do." Dawn added.

Paul's glare turned ice as he said, "Now."

Dawn hmphed and walked away, the two girls following. Paul looked at Zoey, but she didn't dare look anywhere other than the ground. He plopped down next to her.

"Th-Thanks." Zoey said quietly.

"You okay?"

"I guess..."

"Zoey, don't let what they say get to you."

"But its the truth."

"Wha-? You're really going to believe what the Brainless Bluenette has to say about you?" Zoey couldn't help but smile and chuckle. But the smile faded soon.

She looked at him and said, "She's never been wrong about that kind of stuff before."

"Well this is one thing she is."

"What do you mean?"

"She's just jealous of you," he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She blushed as he went on, "You are beautiful. Anyone who thinks you're ugly must be blind." she blushed worse.

"Paul, you know that's not tr-"

"Don't say it or you'll believe its true."

"It is."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you think you're not beautiful? Do you really believe that you are because they said it?"

Zoey bit her lip and didn't answer. She ended up pulling her hand back and looking away from him.

"Look, Paul, its nice what you are trying to do, but-"

"But what? You are going to go through life putting youself down because of what some high school dimwits have to say?"

"That's not what-"

"Then what did you mean?"

"..."

"... Well?"

"Y-You're right. I shouldn't listen to her. I just... I just thought that because she was my best friend, she knew what was best for m-"

"Only you know what's best for you."

"Yeah, but, I was stupid to believe her."

Paul smiled and she smiled back. He took her hand again.

Then, Zoey said, "One question though."

"Go 'head."

"Why you bein' so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Well, I'd never admit this outloud, but I... I l-love you..."

Zoey put her hand on his cheek and made him face her as she said, "You do?"

"Yes, okay? I think you are a beautiful, smart, and sexy girl and I always have loved you."

She blushed.

"I love you, too." she put her other hand on his cheek and pulled him into her, kissing him deeply. Paul kissed her back with as much force.

After a minute of each other's tongues battling, they parted for air.

"Zoey?" Paul asked.

"Mhm?" Zoey answered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back.

Paul leaned his head down until his mouth was level with her ear. His lips brushed up against her ear lobe as he said, "You'll always be beautiful in my eyes."

A/N This came to my mind while reading one of Mightyena26's stories, so I dedicate this to her, and two other people- aganstshiper for being such a great friend and James789 for being... well, such a great friend! Review!