Disclaimer: You all know what goes here. I don't own any of the characters or the Poem or even the Title. It's a song, and a new one at that.

Author's Foreword: Don't be too harsh if it sucks, this is my first and probably my only fic. Any complaints, comments or death threats can be sent to: Rocket171852@aol.com Please make the subject: Comments or Complaints (just so I can bin the complaints) Good reading!

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair,
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.

Jessie sat in an armchair, curled up with a cup of coffee. She looked sad.
"Jess? Are you alright?"
She ignored James' concerned voice.
"Jessie?"
James walked over to her and looked her in the eye. She couldn't break his captivating gaze.

I hate your big dumb combat-boots,
And the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much it makes me sick-
It even makes me rhyme.

"Jessie, I know you're upset." James said gently. "Care to tell me why?"
Jessie shook her head stubbornly. Her stomach churned as she tried to decide whether to talk to him or swat him away. James sighed.

I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.

"Okay. I'll guess then."
Jessie knew he probably wouldn't need to guess. He could read her face as well as any book.
"You're mad at me?"
Jessie shook her head.
"Meowth?"
Another 'no'.
"Ummm..." James thought for a moment.
Jessie noticed how cute he was, sitting there thinking deep thoughts.
"I'm running out of suggestions here. Can you make this easy for once?"
Jessie giggled, then stopped herself, knowing he was lying. He probably already knew what was wrong, he just wasn't going to dare saying it. Jessie drifted back into her own self-pitying thoughts. A tear ran down her cheek.

I hate it that you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call,

James moved closer, trying to comfort her. Jessie pushed him away. James snorted an indignant protest and stomped over to another chair, scowling. Jessie balled her fists. Why couldn't he understand that she just wanted to be left alone? Then she realized that she did want him there. She wanted him to be here for her, to hold her, not let go. Tears flowed freely down her face.

But mostly, I hate it that
I don't hate you-

James leapt off his chair, held her to him. Jessie sobbed into his chest.

Not even close,
Not even a little bit...

"I'm s-"
James put a finger to her lips. He cradled her in his arms until she finally stopped crying.

Not any at all...

Jessie looked up at her partner.
"I love you, James."

Afterword: Okay, It's soppy. So what? The poem is from one of my favourite movies, '10 Things I Hate About You'.