Part II

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I was here. Hiding in a closet. Don't even ask me how I found the exact room Kyle Rittenhouse was staying in. Let's just say it took some guesswork before I found the right one.
I was peeking out of a tiny hole as I watched him unzip his bags. It was him and I, together, in one single room. And that dumbass didn't even know it.
I'm going to be completely honest here, and say what you want, but he was kinda hot. I was staring him up and down, and soon realized that he was about to strip naked right in front of my eyes. A part of me wanted to sit silently and watch him, but the part of me that didn't overruled. I squeaked the closet open, eyes closed, ready to get killed.
But nothing happened. I squinted my eyes against the bright light and saw him, staring deep into my soul. None of us knew what to say, but he broke the silence first.
"Greta..?"
I don't know what got to me, but I started uncontrollably sobbing. I guess it was the tension that got the tears flowing. I felt embarrassed and ashamed at the same time and wanted to say something, but the whole situation was uncomfortable. He was right leaning, I was left leaning. He wanted money, I wanted to solve the climate crisis. Two different worlds in a room. And I thought I could handle it.
I felt an arm wrap around me, and it felt nice. Kamala had came to save me. The world was right again.
I sat up straighter against the wall and saw that it was Kyle who was holding me, NOT Kamala. I held my breath.
"You hate me, don't you?"
He sighed. "I really don't, Greta. And I'm going to be completely straight-up with you." He hesitated for a moment. "I.. love you."
My vision blurred. My head went numb. Was I going insane? Were the carbon emissions finally getting to me?
"I love you too," I whispered back. Deep inside, we both knew it was true.
Through political Reddit posts and hilarious Discord memes, we had found our love for each other. And on the outside, we seemed too different. But on the inside, it was the opposite.
I felt his lips touching mine as I inhaled the C02 fumes that lingered in his breath.

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