Ugly : clifford a.u

Spencer

"What are you doing?"

Startled, I looked up at the mirror infront of me and found Luke's reflection staring back at me. Smoothing out the skirt of my dress I frowned.

"I'm getting dressed, what does it look like?" I said slowly.

"Since when do you wear dresses?" he laughed, crossing over to my bed and sitting down.

"Since when do you care?" I retorted.

"About you? Since Mom flew to Africa and brought you home. Which, has given me more then enough time to know that the last time you wore a dress was before the accident, and even then Mom had to force it on you."

Frowning, I sat down on the floor and pulled on my vans.

"Are you going somewhere?" he pressed.

"Obviously."

"Where?"

"Out."

"That's really descriptive Spence, thank you."

Rolling my eyes, I rose to my feet and stared hard at my reflection. I'd tried makeup on the scars, once years ago, but it only smeared and made them look worse. I'd tried creams to make them go away, but they never faded. I could put on all the nice clothes in the world and I'd still be ugly.

"You look nice." Luke said gently.

"Shut up." I whispered.

"You do."

"I look like Frankenstein."

"Wasn't he green?"

"I look like a monster."

"Why is that bad? Elmo is a monster and he's adorable."

"Luke you're being an idiot." I snapped.

"I'm just trying to make you feel better." he laughed.

"Well you're doing a terrible job." I mumbled.

Sighing, he rose to his feet and walking up behind me, examined my reflection.

"It could be worse." he said.

"How?" I demanded.

"You could be paralyzed, or a vegetable, or dead, or deaf, or blind. You're actually pretty lucky."

"I wish I was blind." I muttered, "Then I wouldn't know what I look like."

Sighing, Luke started towards the door.

"Wait," I called after him, "Can you... do you think you can do me a favor?"

"Definitely not."

"Luke." I whined.

"I'm kidding." he chuckled, running his fingertips through his hair, "What do you want?"

"Can you drive me somewhere?" 

"Where?"

Twisting the hem of my dress I sighed, "A resturant."

"Why?"

"I'm meeting this guy th...."

"Oh my God, you're goin on a date!"

"It's not a date."

"It's a date!"

"I'm just bringing him his inhaler." I said quickly.

"Oh man, this is so cute!" Luke laughed, "You're first date."

"Can you stop?" I deamdned.

"Where did you meet him?"

"Who?"

"Your boy toy."

"He's not my boy toy."

"You're date then."

"He's not my date."

"Sure." Luke said with a smirk.

"He's not!" I cried.

"What's his name?"

"Michael."

"How old is he?"

"I don't know, seventeen I think."

"Is he cute?"

"No."

"He's ugly?"

"No."

"So he's cute?"

"No!"

"Well you just said he's not ugly."

"He's attractive but I'm not attracted to him."

"Then why do you find him attrative?"

"I don't!"

"You just said you did."

"He's easy on the eyes okay, that doesn't mean I want to marry him and sqaut out four kids!"

"You like him."

"I detest him."

"Yeah okay." Luke laughed, "I'll be in the car."

"It's not a date Luke." I shouted, as he sauntered out of the room.

"I can't hear you." he called over his shoulder.

"If you couldn't hear me you wouldn't have answered." I yelled.

Luke laughed in return before calling out, "Hurry up, you don't want to be late for your date."