A/N: This is the first time I have written in this point of view. It was hard to do but I enjoyed the challenge!

Nothing on You – BoB ft Bruno Mars

Why doesn't she understand? There she goes again, angrily walking away from me. But I didn't do anything wrong this time. I swear I wasn't. I know that in the past, I haven't always been too reliable, but, ever since we started dating, I've only ever loved her.

I'm not gonna lie, there's lots of hot girls in this school alone. And in the world, too.

But she's not like them. She's the real deal; not plastic like some of these other girls.

I guess she thinks I was going after Mandy. But I don't like Mandy in that way. I don't really even like Mandy, we just got grouped up for a project. She was giving me her email, of all things!

I'm not gonna lie, Mandy IS pretty fine. She's a gymnast and flexible, if you know what I mean.

But I don't want her. Not the way I want my current Babe. Mandy, no one in the world really, can compare, in any way, to my Babe. Phoebe.

As much as I tell her this (so much that it gets redundant), I can tell she doesn't fully believe me. I know this girl; she doesn't want to show she's jealous, even though she is. But she has NOTHING to be jealous about.

Those other girls have got nothing on her. Nothing.

I have to tell her this, in a way that will get her to believe me, forever.

"Hey Gerald!" I turn and see Arnold coming up to me.

We do our usual handshake and walk to our next class.

"So, I ran into Phoebe just now…" he starts, awkwardly.

"It was just a misunderstanding!" I say, frustration evident in my voice.

"Ah," Arnold nods. "But haven't you told her-"

"Yes, I've told her a MILLION times, that no one, NO ONE, will ever be better than her. But she just doesn't believe me," I say

Arnold sighs, unsure of what to do himself.

"I'm sure things will work out," he says, changing the subject. "Anyway, do you know what you want to do for the talent show?"

I freeze and suddenly, his change of subject isn't so random.

"Arnold. You're a genius!" I walk away eagerly and hear Arnold say "Your…Welcome?"

The talent show. What could be better than me serenading her in front of the school? That'll show her that I only want her. I mean, not just ANYONE can get me to sing…

Now, all I have to do is figure out what song to sing…

I gotta say, this is one of my favorite drabbles I wrote for the fanfiction challenge! What do you think? Please review!

~darkangel1326