A/N: LOOK! LOOK! It's here! It's here! My real live contest prize.only.. a
year or so late. TGIT! (No not, Fridays. Tuesday is the only day I have a
free evening. It's insane in my real life)
W/O any further ado, my fic dedicated to my contest winner SalaGirl&GatoCrazy Thanks for your patience!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Also, there are a few elements from the fic, "The End of the Year of Silence" which is an incredible story that I recommend to EVERYBODY. Thank you even though I didn't ask any permission.
"I HATE Him"
I hate him. And nothing can change that. Not him, his friends, or anyone else. I don't care how long I've known him. It doesn't matter. Likewise, I don't swell on how comfortable we are together. People say it's a sign of love, but it's not. He's just my best friend and I hate him. Oh yes. I hate him. And nothing can change that. Not even his tall, strong, tanned body. Not his muscles, always tense to my touch. Not his amazing strength (you know, he can lift me like a feather, and I'm no petite girly-girl). None of that matters because he's just my friend, and I hate him. I hate him. And nothing can change that. Forget his face, that doesn't even come close. Do you really think I care that he always smiles lopsidedly? Do you think it matters to me that his eyes have a beautiful shimmer and sparkle all their own? And what about his nose? Do you honestly think it makes a difference that it is exactly the same as it was eight years ago? When none of this mattered. But it doesn't matter, not to me, because I hate him. As always, I hate him. And nothing can change that. That personality of his is zilch. Nada. Goose- egg. So is his wonderful, friendly heart. And the warm feeling I get when I'm around him. The happiness he gives me, it's nothing. The same goes for his honesty, his integrity, his silliness, his sense of childish wonder, his maturity, and his ability to be a complete and total contradiction. They are unimportant. I still hate him. And nothing can change that. You think that all those little things he's done for me, they mean everything, right? Wrong. They are little, stupid. Like the time he stayed with me all weekend after my boyfriend dumped. Or the time he danced around with my best (girl) friend's underwear on his head, just to make me laugh. Then there was the time he took the rap for me. He served a weeklong detention because I rigged the PA system. And that time I didn't make cheerleading (I know, complete lapse of judgement)? I felt so un-special. But he, by some miracle, discovered a street my name in a city two counties away. He drove four hours round trip just so he could steal a street sign and come back to tell me, "Look, you're so special, they named a road after you." But still, it doesn't matter. Because he loves me, I love him back, and it scares me. That's why I hate him. And I still do. Lo-I mean-hate him. And I always will. I hate him.
W/O any further ado, my fic dedicated to my contest winner SalaGirl&GatoCrazy Thanks for your patience!
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Also, there are a few elements from the fic, "The End of the Year of Silence" which is an incredible story that I recommend to EVERYBODY. Thank you even though I didn't ask any permission.
"I HATE Him"
I hate him. And nothing can change that. Not him, his friends, or anyone else. I don't care how long I've known him. It doesn't matter. Likewise, I don't swell on how comfortable we are together. People say it's a sign of love, but it's not. He's just my best friend and I hate him. Oh yes. I hate him. And nothing can change that. Not even his tall, strong, tanned body. Not his muscles, always tense to my touch. Not his amazing strength (you know, he can lift me like a feather, and I'm no petite girly-girl). None of that matters because he's just my friend, and I hate him. I hate him. And nothing can change that. Forget his face, that doesn't even come close. Do you really think I care that he always smiles lopsidedly? Do you think it matters to me that his eyes have a beautiful shimmer and sparkle all their own? And what about his nose? Do you honestly think it makes a difference that it is exactly the same as it was eight years ago? When none of this mattered. But it doesn't matter, not to me, because I hate him. As always, I hate him. And nothing can change that. That personality of his is zilch. Nada. Goose- egg. So is his wonderful, friendly heart. And the warm feeling I get when I'm around him. The happiness he gives me, it's nothing. The same goes for his honesty, his integrity, his silliness, his sense of childish wonder, his maturity, and his ability to be a complete and total contradiction. They are unimportant. I still hate him. And nothing can change that. You think that all those little things he's done for me, they mean everything, right? Wrong. They are little, stupid. Like the time he stayed with me all weekend after my boyfriend dumped. Or the time he danced around with my best (girl) friend's underwear on his head, just to make me laugh. Then there was the time he took the rap for me. He served a weeklong detention because I rigged the PA system. And that time I didn't make cheerleading (I know, complete lapse of judgement)? I felt so un-special. But he, by some miracle, discovered a street my name in a city two counties away. He drove four hours round trip just so he could steal a street sign and come back to tell me, "Look, you're so special, they named a road after you." But still, it doesn't matter. Because he loves me, I love him back, and it scares me. That's why I hate him. And I still do. Lo-I mean-hate him. And I always will. I hate him.