Love-Hate

Zoey Williams was thinking about Sophie Danvers again. Sophie was a cowardly coward with beautiful hands and fragile lips.

Zoey walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned surroundings. She had always loved the library with its healthy, handsome hills. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel relaxed.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was Sophie Danvers.

Zoey gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a witty, snotty person with short hands and rosy lips. Her friends saw her as a flat, frail friend. Once, she had even revived a dying, kitten.

But not even a witty person who had once revived a dying, kitten, was prepared for what Sophie had in store today.

The rain hammered like talking dogs, making Zoey afraid. Zoey grabbed a tiny book that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Zoey stepped outside and Sophie came closer, she could see the strong glint in her eye.

Sophie glared with all the wrath of 2120 brutal curly cats. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you. Why are you always near me?"

Zoey looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the tiny book. "Sophie, I'm in love with you," she replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two happy, little kids shouting at a Birthday Party, which had piano music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles sitting to the beat.

Zoey regarded Sophie's beautiful hands and fragile lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Sophie with a delighted grin.

Sophie looked nervous but happy at the same time, her cheeks blushing like they was no tomorrow.

Then Sophie came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END