06-11-2008, 09:33 PM
"Sorry, Djimon, I keep slipping in that aspect. I apologize." S sighed, and Alvin chucked a notepad on the table at Okeam; it hit her square in the forehead and made her yelp.
"Anyway, you've all been called here to this meeting because you all have talents the world needs to save it. A scientist, a... sports enthusiast, a ship captain, a bomb expert and weapon expert, and a computer expert." S clapped his hands together. "You're the Miscreant League."
Okeam stared at him blankly. "... That meant to be a compliment? Cause that made me want to gouge out your eyes, S."
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!