A/N: Hey guys, I'm in the angsty mood right now and I REALLY need to get a one-shot out there. I'm sorry for not updating any of my stories, but I have so much going on right now. My dearest apology.

I hope you enjoy this one-shot

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You scrub furiously at your black painted nails, the nail polish remover mixing in with your salty tears. Endless tears.

You never wanted to take off the nail polish. You worked forever to get it just right. But you have an image to up-hold. The good girl of Hollywood can't be seen as the new "goth" girl.

That's the thing –

You always try to please others, no matter how you feel. I guess a golden heart comes with a price.

Just this one little command to get rid of, makes you break on the inside. As if the world is finally catching up on you. Like the entire world is sitting on your shoulder, telling you what they expect of you.

Like no cares what you want.

You can't help but stare into the mirror, noticing the girl you see isn't who you. It's what people want you to be. The girl that always makes the correct decisions, never curses, never wears dark makeup – including the black nail-polish you're trying your hardest to get rid of.

You can't help but wonder if he likes you for who you are, or the celebrity that Hollywood created…

As you watch the black nailpolish disapear from your nails, onto the cotton ball you were using, it feels as if that's YoU coming off, soon to be thrown away in the trash – forgotten.

He's watching you from the door of your dressing room.

He's never noticed how broken you were. How VuLnRaBlE you were on the inside. He quietly walks into the room, listening to you whisper the same phrase over and over again,

"As long as they're happy."

Because that's what you've always learned to do. Think of others before yourself. Back when you were yonger, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. But now as you look back up into the mirror and see him starring back at you, you realize how hard it is to please everyone and still be happy.

You draw in a shaky breath, mentally cursing at yourself for letting him see you so small, so…broken. You can just hear him already, laughing at your face for crying over taking off nail polish. But he does the un-expected (something he's an expert at), takes your hand away from the nail polish remover and pulls you closer to his suite attired body. He says 7 simple words. Those 7 words make you smile at how silly you've been. The first smile that showed the true you. A soft giggle, barely a whisper escapes your lips as you replay what he says in your head.

"Black nail polish looks good on you."

It made you feel like Sonny Munroe, the girl from Wisconsin. Not the girl who was Hollywood star.

Who was the boy that made her feel this way? None other than the biggest Bad Boy in La La Land, Chad Dylan Cooper.

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A/N: I just realized there isn't really a purpose to this little drabble. But it made me feel better writing it. It reminded me why I write… Yeah, it's pretty short. Also, expect more writing today! I am really thinking about updating some of my sotires today (maybe Chad and Sonny Blog, Operation: DC!?)

Thank you so much for reading!