You'll never be good enough you think as you ponder (glare) at your reflection in the mirror.
Because, let's face it, you don't have what everyone else does. You don't have Lily's fiery curls , or Victoire's killer blue eyes, or Lucy's perfect figure. You're Rose, and you have brown (boring) eyes with the not-quite-brown-not-quite-red hair that frizzes and knots at all times and the gangly frame James finds oh-so amusing.
And really, what guy would look at you when the rest of you're perfect family stands around you?
Especially him.
Cause he's got the (perfectly) tousled blonde locks and the "fuck me" grey eyes that make all the girls swoon. And a cheeky smirk to top it off.
And god you just hate how this makes you feel. You hate how shallow you've become, reduced to staring in the mirror and picking out all your flaws. You used to scorn and mock the other girls for their utter devotion to their reflections. But hey, hypocrisy might as well now be your middle name.
You hate hating yourself and you hate this feeling and you hate that he's the one causing it.
But you just can't seem to hate him. No matter how many times you try, you can't make your feelings for him be anything but L-O-V-E.
a.n. If anyone really wants a certain character written about, you can write it in a review *wink wink* and I'll try to make it happen.