This one's a lot more serious. And M-rated again! Why do I love writing Odd angst so much?
Character: Odd
Prompt: Love
"It's midnight. You went to go take a shower three hours ago."
"Yeah. I did."
"I know what you were doing, Odd. I could hear you. The whole school could hear you. Who was it?"
"Who was what?"
"Who was she?"
"I don't know."
"How can you not know?"
"It doesn't matter! We used a condom, I didn't touch her, I'm not bound to her!"
"What's her name?"
"She's not a slut!"
"Odd, don't you know what you were doing?"
"Why does it matter to you what I do? What's sex going to do to me? I'm not blind yet, am I?"
"But...god damn it, Odd...it's so empty. Everything you do, all those girls...it's empty, all of it. You don't love them. You can't. And it's wrong."
"Do I have to love them? What if I don't? Just because I think they're hot doesn't mean I have to love them. And who are you to talk? You've never had a real date once, not in the entire time I've known you, all because you don't have the balls to tell your best friend how you feel! You're the one that's empty! You're the one that can't love!"
"I've loved more deeply than you ever have, and when I do have sex with Yumi- because I will, I'll have every inch of her- I'll give her every last bit of my soul, not just a cheap orgasm, if even that. And, well...if you think your way is better...if you think you're so superior because you don't have your virginity anymore...why don't you sound happy at all?"
"..."
"Whatever. Goodnight. Get some actual sleep."
- Carth