you've always been insecure. never good enough. you were never enough. everyone around you always told you that. because of that, you always wore makeup. your mother was the only one who truly loved you for you and was always there for you. although, she got into a car accident a week ago. she never made it. it absolutely broke you. your dad was dead too. everyone heard the news, but you didn't care. you were too busy sulking around at home crying yourself to oblivion. you just missed your mommy. you didn't get out of her bed for a week, missing out on school. suddenly, you heard the doorbell ring. you didn't bother wiping your tears away. you opened the door and found. Jake standing there. Jake the popular guy.

he was always so kind to you. he just stood there, firstly, worry etched into his face then.. shock. he inhaled sharply as his eyes roamed all over pur face, "you're.. you're not wearing makeup." your eyes widened in realization and you looked away in a failed effort of hiding your face. his thumb and forefinger then gently tugged your chin upward to face him again. "your gorgeous with and without makeup, baby. never hide yourself from me." he said softly and his words reminded you of your mom too much. your eyes then flooded with tears as a gut- wrenching sob worked its way out of you and you tried to push him away but he just wouldn't move. instead he gently tucked you into his arms as you buried your face into his chest and broke down. your hands held his shirt tightly as his arms encircled your waist and his chin rested on your head as he said softly, "i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you.