Me: While I'm waiting for my writer's block on Unknown (Or at least the poll results so I can write something XD), Here's an Oldrival quickie!

Sunset: In one-shots like these, I'll be here. And yeah, you know the sequence. After this is probably Mangaquest. Shea doesn't own anything but her notebook full of shipping ideas and fluff.

Maybe I'm wrong

She's obnoxious and noisy and over active. I hate her numerous obsessive endeavors. I hate her prying nature. I hate the way she doesn't believe anything I say. I hate the look she gets when she's thinking up a plan.

I hate her.

Yet sometimes I don't. She makes me smile with the way she's always upbeat. She's always cheerful, she's always trying to make everyone happy. She's with me when I'm alone, she makes me feel special. She's radiant and fun.

But I hate her.

"Hey Green, Happy Valentines!"

"Hi Green! Happy Birthday!"

"Green! Merry Christmas!"

"Happy New Year, Green!"

Now I'm wondering why me. It's always me she greets. She greets everyone else too, but when it's me . . . It's different. It's like she's . . . I don't know. She's doing something, that's for sure.

And I'll probably hate it too.

"H-hey Green,"

There she was again, pestering me in the middle of the hallway as I walked to my locker.

"What is it, Pesky Girl?" I muttered, leaning on my locker door. She narrowed her eyes.

"Well . . ."

"Spit it out."

"I want to know. Why." She said. Why?

"Why what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Why you go out of your way to do something for me and just complain about it afterwards." She grumbled, crossing her arms determinedly.

"I should be asking you that." I replied neutrally.

"Have you ever heard me complaining about what I do for you?" She retaliated. I opened my mouth to reply, but shut it immediately. She was right; I've never heard her complain before. I cast her a glare.

"I don't complain." I denied. She scoffed.

"'Pesky girl, you're never careful'. 'Pesky Girl, you never think'. 'Noisy Girl, don't you ever keep quiet?'." She counted the phrases on her fingers, looking more smug as she kept on repeating numerous phrases. I internally wanted to punch her.

But I couldn't.

"You want to know why?"

I think she's the most annoying girl in the history of the world.

"I complain about it because . . ."

I hate her. I hate everything about her.

". . . The girl I do it for . . ."

Yet, maybe . . .

". . . Is too dense to notice that I do it because I love her." I finished with a snarl, walking past her and shoving my hands in my pocket.

Maybe.

Maybe I don't hate her.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Wrong about what I think of her.

I don't think she's all that bad, anymore.

But then again, maybe I'm wrong.

-End-

Me: I finally got the title to have a connection to the story! Finally. ToT

Sunset: Aha. Anyway, please review (If you want to, that is) and check out the poll on Shea's profile so that we can hasten Chapter 8 of . . . Unknown. It's really going slow.

Me: Yeah. I had half of it done, but I made some grand and majestic errors. Yeah, so I took it down and am now starting again. Well, see you!

-Shea Yuu-