The competition for Vice President was between Victoria, and you.

The two of you were rivals, on two different sides of the fence. What would make sense, is if the two of you hated each other.

Yet really, you felt electricity spark every time you touched- every time your eyes met, every time you spoke to each other.

It was confusing, and wrong- very wrong. It would only make problems. Yet at the after-party for the presidential debate, here the two of you were, standing next to each other and pretending there wasn't a burning hot tension.