"Cor, your going to have tons of boys fighting over you when you when you grow up." My dad said, brushing my hair back into a pony tail. It was normal for him to do my hair since my mother was always out doing God knows what.

"No I won't." I sighed.

"Yes you will. Your beautiful Coralie." He smiled at me in the mirror.

"But I'm weird. No boy will ever want to date someone who can talk to dead people." I shook my head. "I'm awful looking. Fat, and smattered with freckles.."

"Coralie, your still a child."

"I'm twelve."

"A good boy will look past all your flaws but the right boy will see them as your strengths." He said, turning to make me look at him. "You have a heart made of pure gold, Cor, remember that."

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"No he's not." I shook my head.

I am worthless. I am nothing. I will never be a dancer. I will never be skinny enough. How could Ashley or Andy love me?

They can't.

"How could anyone ever love me?" I said, pulling away from him and turning to the window.

"How could-" He sounded exasperated, "Your perfection, Coralie."

"I'm nothing."

"You are everything." He walked behind me and wrapped his arm around my neck. He began tracing small circles on my exposed collar bone. "How could you talk this way?"

"Y-your going to leave me." I stuttered. "Ash is your bassist. This could mess up your career." He buried his face in my neck and inhaled.

"I'd choose you over the music." He whispered after a few moments of silence.

"I wouldn't let you."

"It wouldn't be your choice."

"How could you say that? I shouldn't even be yours, not with the way I look." I gasped, tears now falling down my cheeks.

"Coralie, you look amazing. You always have, where is this coming from?" He asked, tightening his arms around me.

"I-I don't know.." I sobbed.

"Do you know how many guys have asked how I got you?" He shook his head. "You have a heart made of pure gold, Coralie Rose."

"'My dad used to say that." I whispered, my arms staying slack by my sides.

"He couldn't have been more right, my love." He said. I finally let my hand twist into his. Flashbacks of high school kept flowing through my mind.

The bullying, the pain, the emptiness...the throwing up.

"You really think Ash is in love with me?" I asked.

"I don't see how he couldn't be." He whispered. "He's always kind of liked you."

"And that's why he keeps being so mean to us." I nodded in sudden realization. "I never even thought of that."

"Whenever I touch you he looks at us like..he's angry. It's obvious." I turned in his arms to look into his eyes.

"I love you so much, Andy." I said.

"I love you too. Don't ever feel the way you did tonight again babe. Your perfect, to me and everyone." He hugged me close to him.

"I won't, thank you Andy." But I wasn't so sure.

This whole thing has brought back a whole slew of feelings.

Some of which weren't so good.

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