You never understood why he picked you out of all the beautiful women all over the world.

You weren't as stunning as Tyra Banks, you weren't that skinny like Taylor Swift, you weren't fat as Fat Amy, you weren't as cute as VenusAngelic and you are certainly not IISuperwomanII.

You have your flaws, your imperfections, your mistakes, your pimples, your black/whiteheads, your weird moments, your not-so-pretty-stolen-pictures, your oopsie-daisy moments and all of that but still.... he chose you.

You were staring at your reflection on the mirror one night. You were looking at your face.

What did he see in me?

You sighed and flopped back down your bed. "What did he really see in me?"

Why were you asking all of this? Its because you suddenly overheard some girls from your class talking about you and your relationship with the varsity football player Alfred F. Jones who was your boyfriend.

They were saying stuff like he was just using you or he was just messing with you and he didn't really loved you. Alfred heard about that and he screamed that he loved you in front of the entire school... that made you love him even more but... "What does he see in me?"

You sighed and flopped down your comfy bed and hugged the american flag pillow he got you.

"Alfie... what d0 you see in me?"

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The following day that question was constantly in your gead and that's why you couldn't concentrate that much in class.

Thank goodness the teahers didn't call you to recite or anything today. And as of now ut was lunch.

"Hey.. Hey (name)!"
"Huh? Oh what?"
"You weren't listening to me... I have been calling you for like a minute or two."
"Oh sorry. I was just thinking..."
"About what?" He asked and took a sip of his diet coke.

About why you picked me. "Oh uhh... I was thinking about the calculus test. I think I kinda messed up the 9th problem."
"Nah. You're smart so I know you'll pass that hahaha."

You just smiled at him and took a bite of your chicken burger and listened to him once more.

The he showed you a flier that says 'The SING-OFF! Open for all students. Join and let the others know your talent in singing. Registrations are still open and the competiton's next week at 7 at the Awesome Hall. See ya there!'

"Sooo... The hero thought that you should join."

You nearly spit out your drink at his face.

"What?!"
"Oh come on (name). You should totally join."
"Are you bloody serious Alfie?! I mean have you even heard me sing?"
"Hmm... I've heard you hum before."
"That's different. And I don't think I can sing."
"And you hella shouldn't! Our ears might bleed!" And they laughed.

You totally forgot about the other guys who were making fun of you were in the canteen.

Your head was bent down and you just didn't say anything to them. Alfred looked kinda mad and just glared at the guy who said that.

"Don't listen to them babe."
"... Yeah... I know."

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You were so down in the dumps that day. Well you were kinda down earlier but you felt downer than ever... and you don't care if downer is even a word.

School finally ended and you were done packing your stuff only to find out that you were left alone in the almost empty room and school.

You sighed and decided to go see Alfred on his practise. You always did but you would stay at the bleachers with your earbuds plugged deep in your ears listening to All Time Low or Fall Out Boy ir whatever song that was in your iPhone.

But you forgot your earphones today so you just sat down on the bleachers and watched.

He was doing great as always. He turned to you and waved at you and waved back at him but from the corner of your eye you could see the looks of the irritated cheerleaders who left stomping.

You just ignored them and continued watching. After 30 minutes practise was over and you walked down the bleachers while he jogged towards you.

"Hey there Alfie.!
"Hi babe. So how was practise?"
"Its the same as usual haha."
"Aw come on, no praises whatsoever?"
"Seriously? Like I have already praised you for sooo many times Alfie... And I am running out of flowery words." You laughed and he just smiled and shrugged.
"Welp, Imma take a shower and change then we can go home."
"Ok. See ya."

And off the two of you went. While walking, you heard the familiar group of girls talking so you hid behind the door and listened.

"Like omg girls did you see her shirt?"
"Yeah and it was like sooo last year and who even wears stripes?"
"She looked like a zebra in those. An ugly one that is."
"I know right. And he's still sticking up to her."
"Like he's totally just fooling her."
"Yeah. He wouldn't dare date that nerd. He's just messing with her."
"True. I mean look at her. She wears pants and shirts al the time. And her shirts are ugly with a capital 'U'."
"And do you see that big ass pimple on her face? God that is so disgusting."
"Eeeew. Stop talking about her girls. Its sending shivers to my spine."

They laughed and you just sorinted off home. You got to your room and locked your door shut. Thabkfuly your parents were on a business trip and your older sibling visited yur grandparents so you had the place all to yourself for the next 2 weeks.

You just sat there and looked at the mirror. You saw your face.

You have eye bags, pimples, black/whiteheads and a small mole on your chin. You wear shirts that have different styles everyday and always in pants. Your skirts are always atleast an inch or two above/below the knee and you very rarely wore makeup.

You weren't like them.. You were different. And still he picked you. So why? Why did he pick you?

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(Name) didn't go to school for the past two days and Alfred was getting worried. When school was over he immidiately ditched practise and ran to your place. Slipping the spare key he has in and twisting the door knob, he quietly walked in.

The living room, kitchen, dining area and bathroom were all clear so he walked upstairs.. And he saw your room was slightly open.

He dropped his bag as quiet as he can and walked towards you slowly and quietly.

He saw you looking at the mirror and you didn't seem to notice him. You reached out your hand and placed it against the cold mirror.

"Why... Why did he pick me?" He heard you ask. He raised his head a bit higher and saw you. You were wearing one of his basketball jerseys and a pair of comfy jogging pants and is on bed with your messy bed hair.

To him you looked beautiful but what he saw on your arms were not beautiful.

You had cuts on your arms and some were red like they were freshly cut. He stood up and you saw him on the mirror and you spun around.

"A... Alfred?"
"... (Name)." He said.

ALFRED F. JONES' POV
I grabbed her arms and looked at them. They were red and some still have blood on them. I gently ran a finger over them and she winced a bit.

I stood up and took the first aid kit and began fixing her arms. She wasn't saying anything at all. She just looked at me.

When I finished bandaging her up I pulled her to a hug.

"Why? Why are did you do this?"
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"(Name) it hurts me to see you like this. So please tell me.. Tell me why you're doing this?"

She didn't say anything for a while... But later on she pulled herself away from me and she looked at me dead in the eye.

"Why did you pick me?"
"What?"
"Why did you pick me Alfred? Of all the girls in the world, why pick me?"
"... (Name)..."
"I'm not perfect, I'm not a beauty queen, I'm not sporty, I'm not Einstein's daughter, I'm not popular and I am your girlfriend."
"..."
"There are a lot of girls out there are perfect for you and y-"

I kissed her. I put all the love I have and feel for her in that kiss. She kissed me back and I wrapped my arms around her.

We pulled back a minute kater and I cupped her face and raised her face so she was looking at me.

"Listen (name). You may have your not-so-pretty photos, your crazy days, your panda eyes and pimples and all of your flaws but you are the one I love. I don't care about what others say about our relationship ir what they see in you. You are the one I love and I love you very very very much."

I wiped away the tear that fell from her eye and I held her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"They don't see what I see in you (name). And I see a beautiful and smart girl who isn't afraid of getting dirty because she's having fun, who isn't afraid to be loud, who isn't worried about her hair getting messed up or her makeup getting smudged. I see not a girl, but a woman who I love and I plan to spend the rest of my life with."

I kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and gave her a passionate kiss full of love.

"I am madly and truly in love with you (name)."

You burried your face in my chest and I hugged you.

"I'm sorry Alfie... I'm sorry." You silently cried.
"Ssshhh... Its ok (name), its ok." I said.

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She fell asleep and I was hugging her. I looked at her and smiled.

"You may be perfect to others but to me you are. I love you (name) (surname)-Jones." I kissed your forehead one more time and dozed off with you.