“OH YEAH!!!!” Hater skipped around, happiest I’d ever seen him. I stuck my tongue out, trying to rub off the horrible kiss I gave him. “You know what? I don't even wanna blow up this stupid planet anymore!” He exclaimed. Wander gave me a thumbs up, and I gave him one back. Sylvia even gave me a thumbs up from one of the other rides. She looked like she was actually enjoying herself. “Well, thanks for the memorable night!” I said. “We’ll do this again soon.” I tried to walk off, but Hater grabbed my arm. “How about every night for the rest of our lives?” Hater asked. He held out a ring. Ohhh no. Wander put his thumb down, and Sylvia facepalmed. “Lilly, say yes. The thought of even spending one second without you makes me want to BLOW UP ALL THE PLANETS IN THE UNIVERSE! What do you say?” Asked Hater. I gulped. I had no chance at saying no. “No pressure.” Hater added. A couple minutes later, I was at a wedding ceremony on Hater’s ship. I was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress. I would’ve appreciated it more if I wasn’t marrying Hater. “I always cry at these things!” I heard a watchdog say, crying. I tripped on one of my high heels. I don’t wear heels often. “Stupid flarping heels!” I swore under my breath. Once I got to the end of the carpet, Peepers started to speak. Looks like he was officiating the wedding. Uh oh… one of my crushes is watching me get married… to his BOSS! This couldn’t end well, even if I somehow got out of marrying Hater. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to marry this stunning vision of loveliness… to…” Peepers took a double take. “Y/N???” He exclaimed. Hater looked at me in shock. “Y/N? So you AREN’T Lilliana Rubies?” He gasped. “Y/N, I thought you were dating Wander! Did you break up or something?” I looked at Hater, then at Peepers, with a look that said, “WHAT???” Peepers looked guilty. I mean, he probably lied to turn Hater off me, which was really nice of him, actually. “Oh, um, yeah, we broke up.” I lied. “I can’t believe you like me SO much that you would lie to my face just to go out with me!” Hater exclaimed. “You know, I like that kind of devotion in a woman. Let’s get on with the wedding.” Well, that miserably failed. Peepers looked mad, and I couldn’t tell if he was mad at himself for letting Hater fall deeper for me or mad at me for not objecting to the wedding. Probably both. Suddenly, I heard a voice yell, “STOP!!!” I turned around, only to see Wander and Sylvia, both dressed up in fancy dresses and blonde wigs. “We object! I do declare, Lord Hater, I am your number one fan. I've pined for you from afar for ages, always too afraid to approach, OH! But now that I see you in the arms of this average girl!” Wander said, in a feminine voice. “No offense.” He whispered to me. “Well I’ll say fiddle dee dee to that, and say my piece! Take ME instead!” “And you?” Asked Hater to Sylvia. “I’m also in love with you! Don’t take either of them!” She said, her voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. “We got you into this mess, and we’re gonna get you out!” Whispered Sylvia. “By putting YOURSELF into the mess?” I hissed. “It’s not a perfect plan.” Wander admitted. “Oh, hehe. Awkward. Ladies, there's no need to fight over me. When you're the most dynamic overlord in the universe, women are gonna throw themselves at your feet! I'm Lord Hater! Why should I choose over an 8, a 6, and a 4 when there's a whole galaxy of tens SEEKING THE LORD HATER EXPERIENCE?! Listen, I've had a swell time, but I forgot about this thing I've got somewhere else. You've been awesome! Keep in touch!” Said Hater. He kicked the three of us out, and we walked away from the ship in our bubble. “Phew. Planet Lamouria is saved, Hater's regained his confidence...” Said Wander. “And we're all still single!” Sylvia paused. “I better have been the 8 or I'm gonna go back there and deck him.” “I think I was the 8, actually. He said some weird stuff to me at the wedding. If I had to guess, you were probably the 6.” I responded, holding back a laugh. “Well, you heard what I said. Next time we meet, he’s going DOWN!” Exclaimed Sylvia. Wander and I both cracked up.” Peepers’ POV: “WOO! Free man! Peepers, set a course for ladies! Whoever we find is gotta be better than those three.” Hater said. I sighed. “You mean Wander, Sylvia, and Y/N?” Hater looked at me, flabberghasted. “WHAT?!”
