A/N: Whoa. First of all, I wrote this when I was half-asleep. So don't be shocked by my epic fail. XD It's my first time writing in this style, and it's frankly kinda strange for me. The bolded "she" and "her" parts refer to Tawni, and the italicized "he" and "his" refer to Chad. The bolded and italicized "they" and "their" refer to both of them, obviously. The other "she" and "her" are in reference to Sonny. I wouldn't have done this whole bolding/italicizing thing at all, but then I realized, reading it over, that you would probably get a bit confused between which "she" was which. So…here it is. Hope you like it!

Imperfect

He was Hollywood's bad boy. She was the golden girl. And they were perfect.

Their perfection was the same - comprised of the same basic components. Their golden hair, never a strand out of place. Their sparkling eyes, capable of expressing whatever they wished (which usually wasn't the truth). Their superiority to everyone else. They were perfect, and they were on top of the world.

Until she came. She was sunny. Too sunny. She was like Condor Studios' - and Hollywood's - personal exploding ball of sunshine. And they hated her.

He hated how she was different. Challenging. She didn't back down, and he wasn't used to that. He hated that she was bringing up her show's ratings, in the process becoming a competition. He hated her.

She hated how she was bubbly. Happy. She didn't care what others thought about her, and she wasn't used to that. She hated that she was becoming the favorite on the show, in the process destroying everything she had worked for. She hated her.

But of course, no one could hate her for long.

He hated her. He thought he hated her. But he fell for her anyways. He fell hard, and he was never the same afterwards. He cared. And suddenly, he wasn't quite so perfect anymore. Because once he cared, he could be hurt.

She hated her. She thought she hated her. But she found herself becoming friends with her anyways. She realized that she was her best friend, and she was never the same afterwards. She cared. And suddenly, she wasn't quite so perfect anymore. Because once she cared, she could be hurt.

He wasn't perfect.

She wasn't perfect.

But they both thought she was.

He wasn't Hollywood's bad boy anymore. Instead, he was the bickering love interest, the Mr. Darcy to her Elizabeth Bennet.

She wasn't the golden girl anymore. Instead, she was the loyal friend, the Horatio to her Hamlet.

But they were both okay with that.

Because they thought she was perfect. And as long as that stayed true, he didn't care if he lost his title, now owned by the jerk who had once stolen his phone. As long as that stayed true, she didn't care if she lost her title, now owned by the perfect girl herself.

He wasn't Hollywood's bad boy. She wasn't the golden girl. And they weren't perfect.

Their imperfections were the same - both stemming from the same reason. Her. Because she was perfect.

A/N: Please review. Let me know your impressions of this style!