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She loves peach oatmeal

I opened the curtains a tiny bit to watch my new neighbors unpack the rest of their stuff from the moving van. Eric and his wife watched Finn carry in the last box, holding each other's hand, and then hugging before they closed the door of the van. Again they stood, their hands intertwined, but this time looking at their new house. Just watching them being so loving and close like that made me ill.

In all honesty, I don't get romance in the slightest bit. I don't know what it's like to love someone that way, and I never will. I just can't see anyone in that way, and I don't understand how others do and can.

It really seems like a big, painful weakness.

So many superheroes get caught by villains or put their life in danger because they love someone, and most of the time it's a romantic interest. I really think it's stupid that they fall in love in the first place. I mean, they're super heroes, they should know they'd be putting lives in danger by falling in love. I would be a pretty great super hero. No villain could call me up and say "I've captured your precious boyfriend! Turn yourself in and he goes free!" because I would never have a boyfriend, especially if i was a superhero.

It really is just a big, painful weakness.

Maybe I'm some product of a new evolutionary gene that allows people to live without love. That'd be pretty cool. Then I would kinda be like an actually superhero.

Sadly, that isn't the case. I'm just an odd one out of the bunch; I'm an one in a million chance, give or take I suppose.

I put my book back on the shelf and checked the fridge for food, even though I knew nothing would be in it. My mom doesn't ever have time to go grocery shopping, so we usually just buy one meal at a time. I sighed and grabbed my car keys off the counter; I had to go out and get something to eat. Before I left, I made sure Mr and Mrs happy-go-lucky-lovers had gone inside, and then ran to my car and drove off. Interacting with people is something I'd rather not do, especially if they are being all romantic and gross right in my face. Most happy couples do not care one single bit about how uneasy they make other people feel, or they at least don't know or don't notice.

The store wasn't too crowded because it was pretty early on a Sunday morning. Most people were in church at this time, which made it the best time to go shopping on the weekend. I was able to quickly retrieve some instant peach oatmeal mix and leave the store with only barely talking to the cashier. In my mind, that was a pretty successful run.

Upon arriving home, I saw Finn and his parents outside on their porch. I thought maybe they wouldn't notice me, I was hoping they wouldn't notice me, but they waved before I even pulled into my driveway. They all stood up and made their way to stand in front of my porch steps. There was no way I was getting out of talking to them. I sighed and took the keys out of the ignition.

I put on my most fake smile and got out of my car, "Hi, so you're my new neighbors? I'd like to apologize for this morning. I was tired and hadn't drank my coffee yet," I laughed and they did too, "Eric, right?"

The older man smiled, "Yes, and this is my son, Finn, and my wife, Rachel."

You could see features supplied from both parents in Finn. All three of them had light blue eyes.

"My name is Samantha," I quickly cam up with a fake name. I didn't feel like telling these people my real name; it's more fun this way, "Well, I have to go now"

They all smiled and said goodbye as I walked into my house.

"That was way too much social interaction, Pip." He meowed in response from his perch on the stairs.

I heated up my oatmeal and sat down next to Pip to eat it. I really love peach oatmeal.