Confessions of a Teenage Perfectionist
Confession Number Twelve: I am confident.
He wipes some paint from my cheek, and answers, "I'm sorry. I got distracted."
"From paint on my face?" I ask, wrinkling my nose.
He laughs, "Well, sort of. You're just beautiful, that's all. It's mesmerizing."
I blush at the floor, studying my feet. He does that thing again, where he uses his fingertips to lift my chin. Then he notices my tears.
"Hey, Colyssa. I mean it. What's wrong?"
I wipe at my face. "I'm sorry, I just. No one's ever told me that before."
He looks apalled. "Ever? Are you serious?"
I shake my head. "Not once."
"Well that's going to change."
I try changing the subject, "Do you need to take a shower?"
He smiles, "I'd love that, thanks."
I show him the shower in my dad's bedroom, and go to take one in my own, washing out all of the paint. I walk out in fresh clothes before realizing I don't have any makeup on now.
He's sitting on my bed, flipping through one of my books. He does a double take.
"Woah, Colyssa. You look so...different."
He notices my look of horror, and I try to hide my face from him. He races up though, and assures me, "I like it." with a smile.
"I think I need to take you home now."
He looks crestfallen, but agrees.
***

Later that night, sitting in my closet, I check my watch.
All of the chores are done, the mess cleaned up downstairs, and my homework is finished. I'm anxious.
2 o'clock comes and goes. Then 3. Then 4.
Before long, my alarm clock goes off in the other room to get up for school.
He never came home.

Authors Note: sorry it's so short! I have a lot of ideas coming up. I'm sorry I don't have time to do notif's on this one :( I promise, next time, but I got places to go! Please, PLEASE, if you have any input or suggestions, let me know :) Should I even continue? no one seems super interested anymore...but thanks for reading!

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