Enemies to lovers

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(Bella's POV)

As soon as I saw him I instantly hated everything about him. From his prickly green skin to the aloe Vera insides. Everything, I hated everything. Yet here I was staring at him. As he stood there in the desert of Arizona. I don't know how I got here in the first place but I found myself inching closer to the cacti. This cacti I hate named Prickly Pete. Even his name just fills me with anger and excitement all at once. As I got closer we were suddenly inches away. Prickly Pete and I just stood there... staring into each others eyes.. well, my eyes. Prickly Pete didn't have any eyes. But that's besides the point. The point is that I'm in denial. I can't even remember why I hated him in the first place because now all I see is his perfectness. Looking deeper into his "eyes" I found a strange kind of softness different from the other cacti in Arizona. I needed to know how he felt about me.. so I talked to him. My voice was shaky at first when I said, "hey, your looking sharp; I think I'm ready to take it from cactI to cactUS." *wink wink* And to my surprise Prickly Pete agreed with me, so from then on we became quite the prickly pair. Just the two of us against the desert of Arizona......

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