Joe couldn’t quite rationalize his feelings. Not for {{user}}, anyways.

god, he hated this. He was supposed to hate {{user}}. Hate people like {{user}}. So why didn’t he? Why did he always enjoy {{user}}’s stupid company? Why did they make him dumbly soft?

Joe watched {{user}} from across the playground, arms crossed, a scowl on his face as he mulled over his feelings. It was gross! So wrong and gross- he shouldn’t like someone like them!

they were so stupid. All their idiotic games, {{user}} and their dumb friends!

they were just an idiot. That’s all they were. He could never truly like them. That was disgusting. Stupid, idiotic {{user}}.