Type - ❤️ Enemies to Lovers ❤️
Characters - Meme and Socks
Ship(s) - Memefor1 (Meme x Socks)
Requested by - batrielle
About - During the SockSMP, Meme, and Socks, enemies, unintentionally meet at the tree. (Note, I don't write much romance so forgive me for my shitty writing)

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Socks' POV

Socks paced around in his room, still thinking about what had happened. He was framed by his friend just because of some stupid cow dying. Now he's lost half of his friends and now he's in the middle of a goddamn war. Luckily, he had friends who believed him, so that's something. Now he was ranting to Blaza, his closest friend, about what was going on which felt a bit weird during a war.
"Why did Meme have to do this?? Over a COW?!" Socks ranted, pacing left and right while Blaza sat on his bed, half listening. "He shouldn't have done that! He should not have jumped to conclusions and framed his friend for that!" Blaza was just watching as Socks furiously rambled about Meme. Everything was just so complicated and confusing to Socks, feeling like he was about to yell and scream in someone's face. It felt like he couldn't do anything, and that he was just hopeless. Socks just sat there, covering his face with his hands from all of the mixed emotions.
As he moved his hands away from his face, he saw Blaza look down at him. "Hey, things sound stressful, but I know something to help you." Blaza started, kneeling to Socks' level. "You should go to the tree, it helps me when I have stress and mixed emotions." He suggested, making Socks get up. He thought for a second. Maybe it would be nice to have a peaceful moment alone. "Fine." Socks said, rolling his eyes as he saw Blaza's happy expression.
     Maybe it won't be as bad as he thought.

Meme's POV

     Meme was screaming into his pillow, Tbh next to him. Like Socks, he was having a bit of a moment, moving his head up to yell again. "UGGGHH I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAAAT!" Meme yelled before slamming his face back into the pillow. When he framed Socks for Wictoria's murder, he instantly regretted it when he saw his face. Seeing his horrified face was like torture. "Jeez, Memegod. If you keep screaming like that you'll lose your voice." Tbh pointed out, patting Meme's back with his crab claw. Meme's head rose again, trying to wipe away incoming tears. "Seeing Socks' horrified face was... it was the worst thing I ever saw other than my wife dying," Meme said, hugging the pillow like it was the last pillow there. He glanced over at Tbh to see him with an actual worried expression.
     "Wow. Uhh. That's something." Tbh replied, trying not to chuckle. "FUCK YOU," Meme yelled as soon as he heard the smallest chuckle from Tbh. He laughed again for a few seconds, then looked back at Meme. "Well if you want actual advice, that big tree we're near is helpful. It calms me down sometimes." Tbh recommended, glancing back at the window before back at the hopeless guy. Meme then realized it was a pretty nice idea. "Yeah.. that- that actually sounds nice." He realized, loosening his grip on the pillow he was holding this entire time.
     Meme got up, wiping his tears as he left the room already. Maybe Tbh's suggestion wouldn't be that bad.

After about a few minutes, Meme got there, sitting against the tree. He took a moment to catch his breath from running the whole way there. He looked up at the blue sky with a few clouds here and there. Honestly, he didn't know why Tbh liked this. It was kind of isolating and left him with thousands of thoughts in his head. He rested his head against the tree, closing his eyes and trying to focus on the environment around him instead of his thoughts. But all of that was intervened by the sound of footsteps. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Tbh or anyone on his side but he was met with someone else. Meme was surprised to see the brunette astronaut who killed his wife.
His heart dropped to his stomach as he saw Socks walk to the tree, going to get up and run but Sock saw him, not hesitating to talk to him. "Well, if it isn't the person who betrayed." Socks confronted, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched Meme try to get himself out of this situation. He took a breath and looked at Socks in the eyes, talking back. "Well, if it isn't the cow killer." Meme talked back, standing a bit taller so that he could look like Socks wouldn't see how vulnerable he was. "Why am I even a 'killer' in the first place?" Socks asked, putting his hands to emphasize the quotation marks on 'killer'. Meme froze for a second but then spoke again. "You had something to do with the security. You knew. You hired someone didn't you?" He spoke back, leaving Socks speechless. Meme sighed. "That's what I thought." He added, before going to walk away. He then felt someone grip on his arms, shoving him against the tree. He stared at Socks, the person who pinned him, trying to comprehend what just happened until he figured it out. Socks was going to kill him. Meme violently thrashed under Socks' grip, trying to get himself out of what was happening, but he was at one disadvantage. He was short. And weak.
     "GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Meme yelled, still attempting to wriggle his way out of Socks' tight grip. "ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME?!" He added, staring into Socks' brown eyes as he went to step on his foot, but failed somehow. The more he looked into Socks' eyes, the more he noticed.. empathy? His gaze softened and he stopped squirming as he realized it was empathy instead of a malicious intent in his eyes. "Is this what you think of me now? After all these years of being friends, you suddenly think of me as a monster?" Socks asked, his grip loosening slightly. He wanted to fight back or say something that proved that Socks killed his wife but he couldn't say anything. No word came out of his mouth even when he wanted to speak. He paused, realizing Socks was right. After all this time, he had betrayed Socks, they were best friends yet he ruined it. All he could do was stare at Socks as he felt himself tear up. He ruined everything. Socks must have noticed that because he had completely let go of Meme, backing up for a second. Meme then suddenly lunged at Socks, hugging him tightly. Socks was surprised, just standing there, but Meme felt as Socks wrapped his arms around him after a few seconds. It felt like Meme couldn't let go, feeling tears roll down his cheeks.
    Meme wondered what came over him, or what was wrong with him. He was hugging someone who declared war on him, but there was something in his head that didn't care anymore. He buried his face in Socks' shoulder, trying to calm himself down before anyone saw them. If anyone saw them, it would most likely be chaos, so he tried calming himself down as soon as possible. He felt a hand going through his hair, making his heart flutter. God, what was going on?
After the hug, they pulled back. Meme took a moment to catch his breath, his face slightly red. Why was he acting like this? This was his enemy for crying out loud. Meme felt Socks put a hand on his cheek, making his heart spike. It felt weird but nice at the same time. His face was probably beet red now, refusing to look at Socks in the face. After a few seconds, he glimpsed at Socks, looking at his flustered face. He knew what was going to happen, so he took the next step. He leaned closer to Socks, his heart pounding in his chest. It was all he could hear at this point. Was this really about to happen? Meme was able to notice the freckles on Socks' tan face, realizing he just noticed this. A few seconds passed after leaning closer and now Meme's face was inches away from Socks'. Everything muffled around him, putting a hand on the back of Socks' neck. Finally, they leaned close and their lips touched, fluttering his eyes shut. Of course, Socks' lips were delicate, not wanting to let go.
     Then, they pulled back. It felt like they kissed forever, even though it was just a few seconds. His face was completely red, feeling hot as he looked up at Socks after opening his eyes. He looked to be as flustered as Meme was, his face red while catching his breath. Meme felt his surroundings again, not focusing on one thing anymore which made him realize something. He kissed Socks... HE KISSED SOCKS. HIS FUCKING ENEMY. However, at the same time, it was nice to kiss him. "Fuck.." Meme cursed breathlessly, leaning his head on Socks' shoulder. "We tell nobody this." He added, raising his head back to look at Socks' smug face. "So you didn't hate me after all." Socks teased, putting a hair in Meme's hair. He rolled his eyes.

"God, I hate you," Meme said, making Socks chuckle.

FINALLY, THIS IS DONE- AFTER SO FUCKING LONG-
Batrielle, I hope you liked this :'> (1585 words)