Pretty girl. Your favorite nickname for her. Her contact name in your phone. She was so gorgeous, dark brown doe eyes like coffee, soft pink pouty lips, and her dark brown hair that fell just past her ears. With her tanned skin and smile it was a miracle the world still spun when she smiled. The kind of girl you'd write poems about. And well, you had. Whenever she was away filming, you'd write poems and draw her. You'd never actually show her, but she'd find out by just walking into your room. It made her warm inside, having someone so in love with her and having someone be so worthy of loving.

The photoshoot for her newest modeling campaign ended early, so she came home as soon as it was over, excited to hand you the new photos she always gets printed early for you. She opened your bedroom door without knocking, as per usual. She saw you on your bed as usual, sketching another drawing of her with your headphones on. She quietly set her bag on the floor and stalked over to you. Then proceeded to tickle your feet, making you jump up and rip off your headphones. "I'm home." She grinned, chewing her gum.