Ah…lunch time! My favorite part of the day! All I have to do is get my lady and escort her to lunch. Be the gentle man that every girl would want. I was a lot like Kendall from Big Time Rush. A guitarist, blonde hair, good looking, he had a big nose I had big lips, and we both loved great music and he was deeply in love with a girl who, like mine, had big dreams. The only sad thing is that he lost her in the end. Anyway my point is, I admired the guy. The music isn't all that bad. Seriously if you listen to it, it's bad ass. They have good content in their lyrics. There's meaning.

I know people out there compare them to other boy bands but that's because there's nothing different from the boy bands now to the boy bands then. They all dance in sync, they all match when it comes to their attire, they're good looking, they have remotely danceable songs, and they all sing the clichéd crap about getting and losing girls. And don't say "oh well BSB and N*sync are 90's guys. That's why they rock! Rawer the 90'!" fuck that. That doesn't define them. Talent is what defines them. Who's to tell you that "it's wrong" or at least imply that there's something wrong with them? You like what you like and when you pick it apart you can somewhat see why someone would like it. No matter how ridiculous it may be. I don't know how to explain it. Boy bands rock. They did now and they did back then.

You just have to be into the music. It's either you're into it or not. Right now the only difference i see is that boys from Big Time Rush, the band One Direction or The Wanted are not on crack. It's only a matter of time though...

I stopped shortly when I saw my beautiful Mercedes reading. From the looks of it, she wasn't feeling like she was beautiful. Unmistakably I could see the "Seventeen" words plastered on the top of the magazine in bright orange letters. I sighed profoundly. I wish she wouldn't torture herself. I snuck up behind her and took the magazine from her.

"Babe," I started. Mercedes looked down at her feet – embarrassed.

"All those girls in that magazine they're all famous…and skinny…" she said pulling at her looks red blouse.

"I hope you don't think that that's the reason why they're famous-"

"No but it probably helped-" She said

"Isn't the assignment of the week about fighting for what you want? If you decide to lose all that weight it won't be much of a fight. You have to be who you are and screw everyone else. Go after what you want-'

"Easy for you to say-"Mercedes cut me off and took her magazine back. "I know I sound like a broken record but this time is different. Before it was about fitting in with school, now it's about my future. I need to start thinking about that," she said. And she turned on her heel and started off. I wish I could help her. I just want to take that pain out of her. I want her to feel like she doesn't have to be insecure. She was beautiful just the way she was. It kills me that she doesn't see that. She's real and different. Perfect is overrated. Why can't she see that?

I then heard a song being played beautifully from behind. The name of it hit me instantly, I saw Melody on the other side of the hall playing.…I knew what to do….

I don't know why you always get so insecure
I wish you could see what I see when you're looking in the mirror

Sam started walking in the direction of Mercedes.
And why won't you believe me when I say
That to me you get more beautiful, everyday

Then outside at the lunch table he sat there by Mercedes with his guitar.

When you're looking at the magazines
And thinking that you'll never measure up
You're wrong

I touched her cheek with my forehead for a second and then continued.

Cause you're my cover, cover girl
I think you're a superstar, yeah you are
Why don't you know
Yeah, you're so pretty that it hurts
It's what's underneath your skin
The beauty that shines within
You're the only one that rocks my world
My cover girl
Oh, my cover girl

You walk in rain boots on a perfect summer day
Somehow you always see the dark side, when everything's okay

And you wear baggy clothes that camouflage your shape

Mercedes looked down at what she was wearing.

Whoa, but you know that I love you, just the way you're made
When you're looking at the magazines

(Rachel came around the table and grabbed the magazine sticking out of her bag that was laid on the lunch table)

And thinking that you're just not good enough

Rachel then sang:

You're so wrong, baby

Artie then picked up:

Got a heart of gold, a perfect original

Kurt then sang:
Wish you would stop being so hard on yourself for a while

Mike then sang:
And when I see that face I'd try a thousand ways

Then I sang:
I would do anything to make you smile

Melody started to sing with Sam:
Cause you're my cover, cover girl
I think you're a superstar, yeah you are
Why don't you know

Just Sam:
Yeah, you're so pretty that it hurts
It's what's underneath your skin
The beauty that shines within
You're the only one that rocks my world
My cover girl
Oh woah oh oh oh, my cover girl
Oh woah oh oh oh, my cover girl

"Mercedes you're my reason to fight for what I want. To fight to be the guy who doesn't care about what a girl looks like on the outside. Because it didn't matter. You are all beautiful just the way you are. But most importantly I want you to fight to accept who you are. That's going to be your biggest obstacle. If you don't it will consume you until you're this dried up hollow shell. I will be damned if I let you do that to you,"