A/N: idk with the title.
i'm just writing these on a whim, now. don't expect good writing.
so i found a writing prompt that basically said 'how do you feel when you love someone who doesn't love you back?' and i thought
how do you feel when you HATE someone who doesn't hate you back?
:D
Endercon was...almost uneventful, this year. It was the Ocelots' eighth consecutive win at the Building Competition, which was something that almost everyone saw coming at this point. They'd celebrated their victory at the convention, which lasted until the late evening.
They'd eventually split up to enjoy themselves at the con, with Lukas and Gill going off to look at a new booth, and Maya off to do her own thing.
Which left Aiden.
And he didn't exactly have anything to do that night.
So just this one night, he decided to leave for home early. He could always come back tomorrow, it wasn't like the con only lasted a single night.
It's just that there was this one person just outside of town who he hadn't expected to see.
Sitting alone on a bench was none other than Jesse, the leader of the group of pathetic losers that has been competing, and losing, against the Ocelots for seven years straight. She was in her usual clothes, green shirt and dirt yellow overalls (was it a uniform for her?), but over that was an olive green hoodie with black spots spread all over it, which was actually a poorly made Creeper cosplay, with the hood barely covering the part of her hair that was dyed red.
She had dyed it a few weeks before the building competition, something he found to be an incredibly bold and an incredibly stupid move, considering the fact that the dye was permanent. In his opinion, it only made her look sillier than she already was.
He didn't hide his thoughts on it. Or the 'creeper' hoodie, for that matter.
She only gave him a grin and a thumbs up.
Which was... unusual of her, considering her behavior the past seven years. Most of the time, she'd only frown whenever he gave her a snide remark- and there was a time, he remembered, that she nearly cried. That might have been her first year in the competition, actually.
He had a good laugh then.
...Although, now that he looked closer at her.. was she crying?
She must be. Or maybe she wasn't, he couldn't tell.
He stood for a couple of moments, watching her, debating on whether he should go and talk to her or not.
sO WHY NOT DO A THING WHERE THERE ARE TWO OTHER CHAPTERS
AND ONE IS WHERE HE DOESN'T TALK TO HER
AND ANOTHER IS WHERE HE DOES :'D
ok bye hahah have a good day. i'll fix it when i can smh
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