You skateboarded like crazy at the skatepark. Mikey was on a Kraang mission, so he wasn't there with you. You were doing great until a bunch of mean guys walked by. "Hey hot stuff," one of them said. You ignored him. "How's about giving me your number and we could-," he said. "No," you interrupted him. He scoffed. "Fine. I wouldn't wanna hang out with a girl like you anyway," he said. You turned to look at him as he walked away. A girl like you? What was that supposed to mean?

When you went home to the lair, all you could think of was what that boy had said. What was wrong with you? You were pretty and had a nice figure and you're super nice! But....what if you weren't? That thought was enough to make you freak out. You now could only see the bad things about you. You felt like the ugly duckling! You ran into Mikey's room and found a mirror. Every blemish, no matter how small, seemed ten times bigger. Your hair, your eyes, your mouth, and everything else just felt wrong! You started to cry and you grabbed one of Mikey's teddy bears and hugged it tight. You jumped onto Mikey's bed and cried as you squeezed the orange teddy bear, hoping it would make your insecurities go away. You felt warm tears trail down your cheeks as you whimpered and sniffled to yourself. Suddenly, the guys got home all beat up from the mission. "Angel cakes!," you heard from the living room. You grabbed Mikey's bed cover and pulled it over you. Mikey walked in and was immediately confused. He didn't know you were crying yet. "Angel cakes?," he said as he lifted the blanket off you. His eyes widened as he saw you curled up in a ball, crying, and hugging his old teddy bear. "(Y/n)? What's wrong," he asked softly. You didn't answer, you just kept crying. "(Y/n)?," he asked again, tears welling up in his eyes and his voice cracking, "Dudette say something, please." You looked at him and saw that he was crying. You dropped the teddy bear and hugged him. "Everything is wrong with me. My face, my hair," you sniffled, "E-Everything." He gasped and returned your hug. He was crying harder now. Seeing you sad killed him, but that mixed with insecurity was even worse. "Dudette no. W-Why you you say such a mean thing to yourself?," he asked as tears rolled down his cheeks and into your hair. You shrugged, still crying. "Don't say that (Y/n). You're perfect," he said. The word 'perfect' was enough to make you feel ten times better. "You're perfect and beautiful an gorgeous and sexy and....what's another word?," he said, squeezing you tight. "You mean that?," you asked innocently, your tears starting to slow down. "With all my heart," he replied, his tears slowing down as well. "I love you," you said. "I love more, angel cakes," he said.