Tony restarted Star Wars II, and we were near the scene where Anakin decided to go with Padme' to Naboo when I the oven went off. "Cake's ready!" I exclaimed as I quickly got off the couch,"Seriously I can't wait for you to taste it. It's my best cake I've made so far. If I do say so myself." I wasn't confident about a lot of things but my talent, I was sure of. I skipped to the kitchen and turned on the oven light. It looked beautiful. I took it out( with an oven mitt of course), put knife in the center and it came out clean. I took off the mitt, got a cooling rack, and stupidly grabbed the pan, that just came out a 350 degree oven. I dropped it on the rack and screamed," AWW FUCK!!" I grabbed both my hands. Tony ran in. "What's wrong?" I ran my hand my burning hands under cold water, I turned to him with water in my eyes,"My dumb ass grabbed the hottest pan on Earth! Aww...dammit." I turned the water off, my palms were red but didn't look too bad. "The cakes ready but, unless you want your tongue to end up like my hands, I suggest you let it cool." He walked over to me and took my hands in his. "They're not too bad," he started. He lifted my left hand and kissed my palm, then did the same with my right. His snakebites were cold against my burning skins. I could feel myself blush. He looked at me and smiled,"Do you have any bandages?" "Yeah in the hall bathroom, I'll be back." I walked upstairs to my hall bathroom, I heard footsteps behind me. Looked back to see Tony, following me. In the bathroom, in the cabinet under the sink, was a first aid kit. I took out the antibiotic cream, q-tips and bandages. Tony gently grabbed my hands and started to rub the antibiotics on the burns. "Straighten your palms, clumsy lady," he said. He rubbed them with the q-tip. It felt nice. "Shut up, I-" I cut myself off when I saw that my scars were exposed to him, but he hadn't noticed yet,"I-I um am a really clumsy person. Always have been.." he moved from my left palm to my right. "You hurt yourself in the process of making me-" he stopped, gently grabbed my wrist, and looked up at me. He noticed,"What the hell is this Danni?" he said quietly. I was silent. "Well, are you gonna tell me?" he asked. "Can I not?" I replied. He let go of my wrists and wrapped bandages around my palms. I got up to leave but Tony grabbed my arm. "What's wrong Danniel?" "Nothing, I'm fine." "Oh really, your wrists tell me something was so bad that you had to take a blade to them, more than once. Now please tell me truth, Danni." I sighed and sat back down," Well, you know I have the reputation of being 'the weird girl' right? Well at first, the insults wouldn't phase me. Well, they have gotten to me, and it hurts...a lot." "You have Mike, Vic and Jaime. You have your brother, your band. You have me." "I know, but I just..didn't want you guys to see me, broken. I didn't wanna be a burden. Also, you know, I'm not the smallest chic around," I mumbled. "Aw no, you are not-" "Yeah, that got to me. Tony, do you know what it feels like to hate yourself? Do you know what it feels like to..to look in the mirror, and just loathe the thing staring back at you? I hate this fucking body. This is not a home. I walk around school all day, and see fucking barbies on every fucking corner. Of course I'd feel like shit. Compared to the other girls, not only am I a potato but I'm a rejected potato. I look too bad to eat." Tony scuffed,"What the fuck is making you feel this way? Danni you are a perfect. Your weight means nothing, Danniel. Your one of the best people I know, and if people are giving you shit for your weight, then just tell them that it's none of their fucking business," I felt my bottom lip tremble, and my throat felt tight. Tony scooted closer to me and spoke softly, "Look, Danni, I get that I could seat here and tell you that you're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen, but you either wouldn't believe me or you wouldn't see it yourself. And I know this, because you're stubborn. But the next time you want to compare yourself, don't, okay?" I hesitated but I nodded my head anyway, I couldn't speak just yet. "I feel like we're gonna have this conversation again," he laughed, "but I hope we don't." I smiled and stood and he did the same. We stared at each other. His eyes were hypnotizing. He placed his hand on my cheek. He leaned over me. I almost forgot where I was until my brother yelled. "I smell CAKE! FREE CAKE, FREE CAKE!" he sang. Dammit Will... I was brought back to Earth, back to my house, back to my bathroom,"Well, we'd better go, cut that cake." I said. "Yeah, especially since it's mine," he smiled. He took his hand from my face and slithered it in my hand. Instead of pain, it felt like the best thing in the world.