Left foot POV
Today was no different from any others. We got up, I was stepped on, socks and shoes were put on, and we left. Left for what? I don't know, because I'm in a sock.
No one knows how I feel everyday...
Except him.
My "other half". The right foot.
We see each other everyday, because we are one in the same. We see each other and we know the other is there, but we don't speak. We don't interact at all.
Because I hate him. I've never hated anyone more than right foot.
Which you may think seems ironic because we are each other's "other half". Left foot, right foot, two foot, green foot, or however it goes.
Well to me, and to him, we are nothing more than two unfortunate feet who don't get along. Maybe that's why she's so clumsy, because every time I hear him coming towards me I try my hardest to get the brain upstairs to move me away as fast as possible.
Maybe that trait is out fault. Oh well.
As of now I'm still in a sock, but we've stopped moving.
Oh how I wish we would wear sandals every day. Those are the best. I can see, hear, smell, and I can actually hear myself talk. On the downside to that, right foot can do all the same.
Often times we don't talk, I only catch him looking at me sometimes, but nothing more.
Because we are enemies.
Right foot POV
God I hate being put in a sock. And a shoe.
I hate being put in anything really.
Unless it's left foot.
I'd go in him any day.
I'm so in love with him.
But he won't spare me a glance.
What's a right foot to do?
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This is love (leftfootxrightfoot)
FanfictionLeft and Right foot have known each other their whole lives. But they never liked each other. When one day they are forced together in one sock for the night, will things change? Will feelings develop between these fragile hearts?
