I hate you, but I love you // smithrrissey enemies to lovers

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hi the bus driver almost drove into someone.

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Robert POV

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I was sitting with Siouxsie at KFC eating chicken and fries. We were barely talking to each other, because a while ago I left siouxsie and the banshees and now Sioux doesn't exactly like me. Suddenly someone went into the building and my eye sight went onto the door. Fucking Morrissey. What is he doing here??? Practically just the smell of meat already triggers him. I noticed that Moz was now getting closer to us.

- oh Robert and Siouxsie what are you doing here??- he asked.

- Better question, what are YOU doing here. Aren't you vege?- I looked at him.

- Johnny is working here now.- he answered.

- Your boyfriend?- Siouxsie asked.

- Be quiet he's not my bf.-

- Yeah, sure.-

And they started arguing.

After a bit Marr walked up to us.

- Steven what are you doing here??? Gtfo of my restaurant. And here I thought I'd be free from hearing your racist ego top.- he said and Morrisseys smile fell. Actually his crooked smile fell. Crooked face so crooked smile.

- Why does no one like me :((((- he said.

- Maybe cause you're a fucking ego top racist that never shuts his big mouth.- Siouxsie interfered.

- I say what I have to say- what I think.- Moz defended himself.

- But you're racist.- I added.

- And what about that, everyone has the right to be racist, nobody will keep me from shitting on others.- Morrissey answered the last time and left the KFC.

- Freedom.- Johnny muttered and went back behind the cash register.

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Steven POV

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Why do they all dislike me so much. What did I ever do to them. Well maybe I told Robert that his whole cure is shit, that they'll never be a hit, and that I'd rather jump from a bridge than listen to his music, but I didn't do anything to Johnny and Siouxsie. Maybe I looked at them bad or something. Actually I dont know why me and Robert hate each other so much. Rivals don't have to curse each other out. Actually he kind of has a nice voice, but of course ai won't tell him that to his face.

I got to my super british apartament where everyone knew me cause I'm so cool. I need to think of an anew album, or The Cure will beat us. I took out my laptop that has Robert on the wallpaper. No homo, no homo. I turned on some hits and looked through the lyrics. Maybe I'll steal something from someone? No cause then they'll think I'm worse than they already think I am.

I was reading more lyrics until I got an idea. I'll write a song about how much I hate people from China. (this part is a joke)

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Robert POV
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When I was back home I went on my internet twitter smiths hate page and started writing some shit about Morrissey and how much I hate him. I wrote something like "The Smiths are shit and their songs sound like they were high when writing/playing. Morrissey the most, he sounds like w dying goat. I hate him so much no one understands it" and posted. I immediately got notifications from likes.

After a few minutes I closed the app and went to the kitchen to eat something. When I looked in the mirror I noticed I looked like a moron. And good.
I went to the kitchen and made a sandwich, one of course. After a bit I went back to my room and opened twitter again. I got a few disagreeing comments.

"The Smiths are good what are you talking about"

"I'd like to hear you singing."

"Morrissey is cool."

Not really, but why do I care. I closed the app again. Enough internet for today. I left my room and put on my super long coat, black of course, because I'm a dying from the inside vampire and went for w walk. I was walking through the cold streets. It was around 6 PM but Idgaf what the time is. I'll say it again, I'm a vampire, the night gives me power. And suddenly I walked into something or someone. Simon Gallup??

- Simon???- I asked surprised.

- Oh, hey Robert.- he answered.- How are you?-

-  Hey, didn't you tweet something saying that we're dicks or something like that.- I asked.

- What.- He answered.

- There was something about betrayal, what was that about??-

- I don't know, why argued and it kind of turned out like that, right.-

- Oh, oki...-

- I have to go. It was nice seeing you, bye.-

- You too.-

And he left. And for an hour I was walking around and a few older women looked at me like I would be a psychopath. I'm not a psychopath. Did they never see a dead from the inside goth?? This world isn't fair. Some old woman started praying at me. And a priest, reciting the bible. Bro we live in the 20th century??? Whata fuk man???? Every 10/15 people here are goths. And I was walking around thinking. I also stopped somewhere for coffee and went back to my house. I don't understand how people can live in apartments, it's so weird, when you can't jump, cause your neighbour will be mad. When I got home I threw the paper cup out, put back my coat, changed, washed myself ect.
Hard day, especially when you see that air head, Steven. And I went to sleep.

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The driver needs to learn how to drive, especially with something as big as a bus.