mikeveruca; hate
as requested by ColorM
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"I hate sands," she tells, when they're at the beach, her face scrunches up in the ugliest of ways that makes Mike's stomach churns and twists - the sun's streaming down on them, burning up her skin slowly.
He tries not to stare. "You hate everything." He says instead, looking out at the beach.
He doesn't tell her that he dislike the beach the same - but the wind's rather nice, and the ocean's blue-er than usual.
And Mike tries not to acknowledge the fact Veruca's sitting closer to him than she usually would prefer - or the other fact that he finds himself actually liking it. (What?! Yuck!)
"Well," Veruca huffs, her face scrunches up some more. "I don't particularly hate you."
"Good." He says, somewhat feeling satisfied (and happy and good, and he doesn't tell her that he kinda sorta doesn't hate her as well). Mike wants to smile more, but the sun's in his eyes - and her skin is glowing more than it should. He kinda groans, "Hey. News Update: your skin's cookin' up."
And then she shrieks and God why and then she's wailing her head off at him to buy her a sunscreen and Mike groans some more.
(But you know, he kinda sorta doesn't hate her still.)