Perfection

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Carly Shay was alone. She was alone in every meaning of the word. Spencer was at the store, and Sam had left. The apartment was empty, and she was alone. She had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. The air vent was almost directly above her, and she had had the air conditioning blowing on her all night. Her skin had raised goose bumps.

She walked to the shower and turned the hot water up until it was scalding. The goose bumps were soon replaced by sensitive red skin. Carly Shay reached for her razor, but couldn't quite see it through the steam. She accidentally grabbed the head instead of the handle. Blood began welling up and out of her fingers. Startled, she dropped the razor, the plastic piece holding the blades together shattering, and the blades falling to the ground. She quickly turns the water off and gathers the strewn blades, but not before hurting herself a few more times. She wraps them up in toilet paper and throws them away.

She attends to her wounds and continues getting ready for the day. Carly Shay is feeling much better. Whenever she tries to pick something up, her injured fingers hurt, but on the whole her outlook on life is just a little cheerier. She's wondering if Freddie saw her. Although, if he had seen her, wouldn't he have covered her with a blanket, considering the temperature? It bothers her until she thinks that maybe he was looking at her and didn't want her covered with a blanket. Maybe the clothes she had worn last night had succeeded. Maybe.

Carly Shay walked out of her apartment and into the vacant hallway. She was alone. She heard the lock click close and she felt as if nobody else on Earth was around. At the same time, a whole world was buzzing around just outside of the building. If she were to cease existing, would anybody really care? The world was so large, would the loss of just one human make a difference at all?

She opened the door to the Groovy Smoothie and the noise and warmth surrounded her. At the back of the store, she saw Sam and Freddie, locked into an intense match of arm wrestling. They were surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, but they were completely submerged in their own little completive world where only the two of them existed. Carly Shay was alone on the outside.

She walked closer, and immediately she could hear Sam's yelling. Normally, a competition like this with Freddie should have been a cakewalk on Easter Sunday, but with Freddie's newfound height and muscle mass, he was holding his own.

"Come on Benson! Is that all you got?" She is upon them now. They are both straining, and the onlookers are getting bored.

"I don't know, Sam. Seems to me as if," She watches him pause to lean in close, "You're having some trouble."

After this, Carly Shay witnessed a feat that would stun some kind of unstunabble person: Freddie pinned Sam's arm down to the table, winning the match. He only got to whoop with delight once before Sam tackled him and poured an Orange Julius down his shirt. Carly Shay had been standing there for eight minutes, and neither had noticed her. She felt like leaving, but she couldn't just not show up. That would be very rude, and not at all in a manner conducive to perfection. She waited another fifty-two seconds before they noticed her.

After an uneventful meeting over smoothies (In which Carly Shay was mostly ignored by the bickering duo) Carly Shay returned to her apartment, alone. She walked over to the freezer to preserve the half of her small smoothie that she didn't drink, when she noticed a note on the refrigerator. It was from Spencer.

"Kiddo~ taking the bus with Socko up to Canada for their independence day. I'll be home around eight. I replaced the batteries in the fire alarm, so if something catches fire, you'll know.

-Spencer"

She was alone. She goes upstairs to the bathroom and pulls out her toothbrush. Smoothies have a lot of sugar in them, and Carly Shay knows that sugar turns to bubbling fat. She brushes her teeth with the new purple toothpaste that Spencer bought. It's supposed to make your teeth brighter.

Carly Shay spends the rest of her day studying for a math quiz. At 11:00, when Spencer still isn't home, she turns on all of the lights and goes upstairs. She turns her TV on and puts the volume on low. When she hears thumping sounds she locks her door. She wishes that she had somebody to protect her. She wishes she had a boyfriend. Maybe if she had a boyfriend, she wouldn't be so alone. A boy would protect her and love her no matter what. Maybe if she had a boyfriend, she could be perfect.

Author's Note: I'm very sorry that its taken me eons to update, but my grandmother was recently diagnosed with cancer, and I haven't really been able to write this fic. Plus I got Zoo Tycoon 2 working again and I've been nerding out on it. . I'm such a dork. On another note, I love reading all of the nice reviews that you guys send me. They make my heart swell. (Well, actually my lungs as I always say "Awwww..." when I read my reviews.) It kind of sounds pathetic, but your reviews really make me smile and put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.