Spreen

Pov: You're Juan.

For several months now, you and Spreen have hated each other. You fight for no reason, or over absurd or pointless things, to the point where you can't stand each other, but somehow, you always end up in the same place without meaning to.

Sometimes they fight to the point of coming to blows and for that reason they always have to separate them so that it doesn't get worse and well, in the end they will always, always be the same two idiots who hate each other, right?

There was a day when you took an unsuspecting photo of Spreen that turned out pretty well. To keep him from getting angry, you decided to keep it a secret and keep that photo for any blackmail you wanted in the future. But from that day on, you didn't stop analyzing him, everything, his physical appearance and his personality. It seemed he was attracting you in a way you didn't want. That way, with the people you hung out with, you started talking about Spreen. Without realizing it, you were falling in love, but you refused to accept it. You rarely desperately wanted to be by his side, but you told yourself it didn't mean anything. They almost never told you that you were in love with Spreen. There were days when you plucked up the courage and called Spreen to tell him "I love you," but you ended up calling the wrong number.

You almost never looked at that photo you'd taken of him that day. You didn't throw it away because you were "lazy." You said you weren't obsessed with Spreen, but everything pointed to the fact that you were in love with him. You were thinking about singing "see you later," but you stayed quiet because your voice was terrible. You hoped Spreen wouldn't say anything about the love-hate relationship you had with his people.

You absolutely refused to accept that you were in love with Spreen.