Be Yourself and know it's true, when people say you are beautiful for being you
The Scars, whether in your heart or on the outside don't make you ugly or weak
Express yourself and be passionate at what you do
Maybe that'll give you the comfort that you seek

Maybe we are strangers and I don't know your story
Doesn't mean the people that treat you poorly
are right
you can fight
or just know that when they do
they are not worthy of being around you

Now if you're the bully
maybe you are hurt or people don't understand you fully
just know whatever it is making people hurt is not the answer
I'm not here to banter
Just here to tell you you're not ugly either
neither is the receiver
of your hate
you need to stop before it's too late

Maybe you didn't have a clue
but when you call yourself ugly or something negative
it's not true
because beautiful is spelled
Y-O-U.

The next day, I was back to my regular dorky self. It was Sunday, so I threw on my Superboy (not Superman, there's a difference, Superboy's symbol is red and black) pajama pants and a black t-shirt. Today I was going to chill and play Halo on Xbox with Puck.

"Puck, you asshole stop shooting me, we are on the same fucking team!" I yelled into my head set. As usual Puck was being an idiot, while we were playing. "No, not until you tell me what's got your Superman whitey tighties in a bunch", Puck said back. "First of all, it's Superboy and they are boxers, you ignorant fuck! Second, why should I when all you're gonna do is make fun of me?" I retorted. "Because we're lesbros", he sighed. I couldn't deny him that. I sighed, "Fine, it's Brittany, I like her so much and I'm tired of being friend zoned." I then quietly added the part about the sexting, but left out the getting drunk and cutting. "What the fuck are you waiting for then? Friends don't sext, and judging by the conversations you have, she likes you too." He responded.

I guess he has a point… "Whoa, wait you read our messages?!" I questioned. "Yah, clearly not recently enough, since I missed the sexting", said Fuckerman. As I open my mouth to yell at him, my phone chimes with a new text from Brittany.

My Girl: Do you want to Skype? ;)

"Shit, dude she asked if I wanted to Skype, what do I say back?" I panicked. "Say yes dipshit, this is your perfect opportunity to tell her. Bye bitch, good luck."

Okay, don't panic it's not like you haven't Skyped her before. (Last time you just sat their staring at her and smiling like a complete idiot) Not my fault she's so hot and pretty.

Fuck, I need to stop talking to myself and answer her. I text her back saying yes and go on a rapid cleaning rampage on the side of the room I'm sitting on. I sign in on Skype on my Xbox and wait for her to call me. The loud beeping noise of an incoming call makes me jump. I press accept and then I see her face appear on my TV screen. I don't know which makes me speechless first, her piercing blue eyes and her smile, the way her hair falls around her shoulders, or the sight of those long legs appearing from her very short sleeping shorts. Her voice snapped me out of my daze, oh my god that accent (orgasm much).

She's perfect. "I wouldn't say perfect, but I do try", Brittany says in between a giggle. Damn I said that out loud. Gosh Lopez, try to be charming for once. "Uhm you don't really need to try", I say trying to mask my embarrassment with a charming (dorky) smile. "Thank you, that's nice of you to say considering I look awful right now", she replies. Is she joking? She looks stunning all the time. "Can you spell awful for me?" I ask. She glares at me in confusion, but spells it for me anyway. "You spelled beautiful wrong, its spelled y-o-u." I respond. She smirks, "Well aren't you just my personal princess charming". I mentally pat myself on the back for that one, you're on a role Lopez don't ruin it now. I wink and say you know it. She blushes. Score, you made her blush! I restrain from fist pumping and ask, "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing, just been thinking about your adorkable self, you?" She flirts. Ignoring the urge to blush like a freaking school girl, I decide that this is my best chance to tell her. "Uhm just been thinking, question, what do you do when you wanna tell someone, but you don't know how and you're scared?" I asked nervously. "If you know they don't judge, the best policy is just to say it." She replies. "But it's not that easy if you're scared of ruining things", I counter. She states that it depends on who it is and if its someone like her, then you'll know they won't treat you differently. I try to play this off calmly and reply with, "I'm confused, like I can say it to them in a hypothetical way, but I will not say it directly. I'm too embarrassed."

"If it's something you're feeling, then it's always best to be honest." She answers honestly. "It's something I'm feeling and I'm getting mixed signals about it, it's a really confusing "friendship"." I sigh. "Santana I can't really help if I don't know who it's with." Brittany sighs out. Shit, shit, and double shit, what am I supposed to say? I guess I take too long to answer, because she ends up telling me it's okay if I don't want to say, but asks is the girl straight or something. "Nope, that's why it's confusing me, I've liked friends before, but they were straight." I explain. She smiles and says "Well I know that the only non- straight friend you have is me. It's okay, you know."

Oh fuck, I guess that worked out better than expected. I whisper, "Everyone sees it and they know". (Everyone meaning my friends.) She ends up telling me she saw it too, but it's not really one sided. I restrain from jumping in the air and screaming, which was fucking hard to do. I ask her why she never told me and she says she didn't want to scare me off. I grin like the freaking idiotic dork I am but then her whole demeanor changes and I can sense that what she says next I'm not going to like.

(I never knew that 16 simple words could hurt me so much)…..

"You know it can't happen though, right? Long distance is just not a good idea." She says. By this time I'm staring into space and trying not to look at her or burst into fucking tears. "But - My parents coming in the door interrupts her sentence. I quickly tell her that I have to go, trying to keep my voice from cracking. I don't wait for a reply and just end the video chat. I've never been so happy that my parents came home when they did. I run past them as fast I can, before the tears fall. I hear my dad ask my mom what's wrong with me and my mom replies with I'm probably just being a teenager. I crash into my bed and just cry myself to sleep.

*TWO WEEKS LATER*

My alarm goes off with La Roux's In For The Kill. I groan as I get up and check my phone, seeing I have 140 text messages from… Her. It's exactly 10 for each of the 14 days I've ignored her. I just sigh and start my morning routine for school. I throw on some khaki cargo shorts, my Superboy seatbelt-belt, white button down shirt and Superboy bowtie, almost forgetting to put in my red and black Gauges.

I hop on my new longboard and ride to school. I walk in and notice the bitchy cheerleaders are crowding around what looks to be a new student. I feel bad, since I see the slushies' in the cheerleaders' hands rain down on them. As said blonde student turns around, I get a shock to my system and anger immediately follows.

Standing there in American flag short shorts and a shirt all covered in bright red slushy is Brittany.

A/N: sorry I haven't updated in a while, just started school and it sucks. I hope you liked this chapter though, review and tell me if you liked it or if it was completely horrible. Until next time, readers.

-This dorky author ;P