Les Oiseaux Dans La Charmille
Dans Les Cieux L'astre Du Jour,
Tout Parle À La Jeune Fille D'amour!
“I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”
Scott, Jess C. (2010). The Devilin Fey. Smashwords.
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Disconnecting the phone call with the girl he desperately loved, Jacob giggled girlishly and stuffed the purple phone back into his inexpensive pink, faux leather purse.
“Gosh, I hope Emily has a great date with Michael tonight!” Jacob said to himself.
That isn't really what he had wanted to say … or was it?
Jacob was in love with Emily?
No!
Jacob had introduced Emily and Michael. They'd make such a perfect couple together! Ever since Jacob was a little girl, he'd always had a penchant for matchmaking. Back in preschool, he'd loved pairing up friends and having them do little mock weddings. Then they'd all play house together. It was the same now that he was a teenage girl. Jacob just loved fixing up single friends with other available hotties!
The weird thing about it all was that … that … that Jacob was in love with Emily?
No!
No, the weird thing was that Jacob was still single herself.
“Maybe I'm compensating for something,” he said, turning his gaze back towards the Barbie-doll vision of perfection in the mirror.
Except “perfection” wasn't what Jacob saw. Her gaze alighted upon all the myriad tiny flaws on an otherwise Kewpie Doll face of virginal innocence. Jacob's eyes were too close together, her nose was a bit too wide, her lips weren't full enough, her chin jutted out, her eyebrows needed plucking, was that a zit?!
“Ohmigod, I'm ugly!” sighed Jacob.
The goddess in the mirror echoed back an image of feminine virtuosity Jacob simply couldn't comprehend – so mired was her self-confidence in the mirage of beauty, she was simple unable to see the perfectly angelic young girl looking back at herself.
“Emily is lucky,” sighed Jacob. “She's got that whole pretty, Irish lass thing going for her. I'm just a dumb blond. The only guys interested in men are lecherous jocks.”
Internally, Jacob found himself struggling to resist the urge to retch. The fantasy of muscular, fleshy young men, hormones run amok and having their way with Jacob … it was … it was disgusting!
“It's the only way I'll get a boyfriend,” sighed Jacob.
Did he want a boyfriend?
No!
… but she did.
“My – My … ohmigod … My name is Madison Davis,” Jacob said to the mirror on the bathroom wall. “Why am I saying this? I know I'm Madison. It's just … argh … I'm a girl. I'm Emily's best friend. I'm … I'm so lonely, because I want a boyfriend, only I'm afraid without my makeup and cute clothes, the only guys I'll ever attract are sex-crazy meatheads. Ohmigod, I'm so lonely and I hate my life. Shit: I can't cry. I have way too much expensive mascara on right now.”
Jacob fluttered his eyes rapidly and shook his head. His long, beautiful, golden curls wafted about gracefully in the mirror: Aphrodite on Earth.
“I hate the way I look,” sighed Jacob. “If only I were pretty like Emily.”
What about … What about … What about Ja-Ja-Jacob?
Who's that?
That stupid, chubby nerd boy who lives next door to Emily? Why was Jacob thinking about Jacob right now? That made no sense. She wasn't envious of him. Who would be! He was nice enough, to be sure. A sweet, dorky, socially awkward fool – but Jacob had never given a second thought to Jacob before now. Why would that … that … blue-eyed, blond haired girl enter his thoughts?
His?
Her?
No!
Emily's neighbor was so utterly messed up. Jacob couldn't think about her.
Him.
Sighing with deep, self-absorbed adolescent pity one final time, Jacob … no, no, no … Madison left the bathroom and went back to her bedroom. Forget about Jacob and Emily and all the others. Madison wanted to just be Madison. Only she was sad now. Maybe if … well, perhaps she should spend some serious time just catching up on social media? Facebook and twitter and snapchat always cheered her up. Maybe the schadenfreude of seeing the online plight of girls less fortunate than Madison could cheer her up a bit?
“Emily is so lucky,” sighed Madison. “And … and … and … why am I suddenly hungry for a doughnut?”
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