She keeps on thinking about him, night and day, rain or shine. She doesn't think it is possible to love a person so much that his image constantly occupies almost all her thoughts. She sees him everywhere she looks, just a flash of his face staring back at her, and what she would sacrifice just to make that image true. She knows he doesn't like her guts. He points that out every day. He says he hates her loud voice, her childish pig tails hair style and the fact that she smells like a freaking fruit, but she never tells him that she'd always hope he'll say otherwise.
He can't stop himself from falling for her. She's everything he dislikes in a girl, but she's the one he loves. He concludes that the old saying the more you hate, the more you love best describes his situation right now. He wants to be with her all the time. He wants to hear her voice; he wants to be the only one to protect her. He wants to just sit beside her, and admire her.
How they ended up where we are right now is a puzzle. They were supposed to hate each other. She always disturbs him in his sleep and always, always ruins his day. But he can't help but feel happy whenever she calls his name, and smiles her smile that is only meant for him. He always bullies her, and calls her names. He even peeks at her panties, yet she can't find a good enough reason to hate him. She loves his crimson orbs and the way they stare at her own. She loves the way his touch makes her skin tingle with delight. He carried her heart with him and his with her.
No one knew their little love story, not even them.