So now, we have a conundrum. See, now we’ve got a bit of a spin on the ball of life. This story is told from the perspective of Hate because he will be the character we all love to hate.
I am a man of few words. I often lack opinion and when I do have something to say it is always negative. For all my life I’ve been this way until that day… that accursed day that I met her. They call her: Love. Her eyes are the color of Affection’s and her hair the color of Desire’s. All that’s on my mind is her.
Now, I sit at lunch, a foolish high school student lost in a feeling that I can hardly comprehend, and much less put a name to. There she goes, Love, strutting across the room. For a moment I think she’s coming my way, but as I begin to fumble a salutation she passes right by me, her eyes locked at Peace.
War, my best friend who is sitting next to me, looks up from his food. “Why don’t you just approach her? She’s friendly to everyone, even me.”
“I don’t think anyone can love me. I’m so far gone I don’t even love me.”
“Dude… don’t be so melodramatic.”
“I detest when you say that.”
“Get over it. What are you, a woman?”
I looked War right in the eyes.
“What chya’ looking at punk? Wanna fight?”
I stood up and walked away. I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go so I wandered up to the lunch line. Of all the people that could have been in front of me, why does it have to be her? I asked god. I stood, practically wetting myself, staring longingly into her eyes. She glared back.
“Hey,” I started tentatively.
“Hey what?” she bit back.
“Nothing…” I continued meekly, “I was just saying hello.”
She turned around and picked up her tray.
No! This might be my only chance. After a minute I needed to work up the nerve I asked, “Are you doing anything this weekend?”
Her tray, which was now full of food, clanged to the floor drawing the attention of the entire lunchroom. She hadn’t thrown it, but the shock of the question caused her to falter enough to drop the tray.
“Did you just ask me out?” she asked loud enough for the entire school to hear.
“Yeah, I guess I did. You just seem like you like everyone, I thought we could get to know each other better.”
With a passion, I didn’t know she had, Love responded about how I expected. “You know what I don’t like about you Hate? No? Well let me tell you. I always look to find the best in people. You know what I found in you? Hate…”