Mine

Sweet Like Candy

4 years and I'm still not done 🗿🤌 sorry. Enjoy some giddy feelings and a (small) plot intro ~Mizu

Chapter 11.

Calm.

Somehow, the weeks after that are filled with an inexplicable peace and sweetness like cotton candy.

Meta Knight and I talked a lot - about nothing, really, and everything, too. Mostly, it's either a lot of silence or me talking alone, but what matters is the time we spend together.

I spent more time with Dyna Blade and the triplets - it felt comfortable and, honestly, like I belonged. And I haven't felt that way in a long time.

I tried really hard to find out who Waddle Dee had a crush on, too.

"Boy or girl?" I really wanted to know.

"I'm not telling you."

"Do I know them?"

"Kind of."

He's very stubborn. Luckily, so am I.

"Fine! Short or long hair?"

He purses his lips then, squinting. "Short."

I let out a shouted 'ah-ha' then. "You're in love with me?!"

Obviously, he isn't, but the clearly written shock and disgust on his face is well worth the guess.

"Ewww no way, you're like a brother to me," he says, miming throwing up. "Gross."

"Tell me," I whine, leaning on the desk and pouting. "How can I be a good wing man if I don't even know who you like? Who's supposed to talk your crush into meeting up with you alone and trick them into liking you back?"

Waddle Dee makes a face then, scrunching his button nose. "He doesn't really like you, so I don't know if you'd be any use as a wingman. You'd be more like.. bug repellant."

I feel my jaw drop. For several reasons; mostly because he compared me to insect repellant.

"I can't help it if he is a bug then," I joke. "But knowing your crush is a dude and doesn't like me narrows down who it could be quite a bit."

Waddle Dee's face turns red then, the tips of his ears just as red as his neck. I've seen a lot of embarassed people in my life, but never have I seen someone flushed the way his entire face and neck turn strawberry red - it is, admittedly, cute, despite the fact that I will never (and I mean never) like him as more than a friend.

I swear to myself, at that moment, to be the best wingman in the world, even if his crush doesn't like me. Unless he's an ass - in which case, like a best friend, I will politely kick him to the curb and console my friend that he definitely deserves better.

"Anyways," Waddle Dee starts, "I don't know why you're obsessed with my crush if you won't even tell Meta Knight-"

"Pardon?"

Oh holy starlords above, if I were not about to die of a heart attack just from hearing Meta Knight's voice, I would definitely be strangling my best friend. Or crying. Or both.

"I- uh.." I turn to him despite every fibre in my being protesting against it, pulling a grin onto my face. "To be perfectly honest with you, Meta Knight, I found a cake shop with better cakes."

The moment the words leave my lips, I want to scream and curl into a ball out of embarassment. But it is, admittedly, a better  confession than what my good friend was suggesting.

"Oh." Meta Knight is quiet, eyes flickering between me and Waddle Dee. "Well I don't.. make the cakes so.. you could have just told me you didn't want me to bring you cakes anymore," he finally finishes, a bit stiffly. He doesn't look at me.

For a moment, it's silent, and I feel my soul leaving my body.

"No!" Absolutely not. "Of course I still want you to bring me cake, I just meant- I just meant that I have to take you to the other bakery because they have a totally different menu and that means that they might have a cake you like, so we can eat cake together, but of course I want the cakes you give to me, they're gifts from you." It all comes out in one long ramble, and I'm out of breath when I'm done.

Meta Knight is staring at me with a surprised expression, eyebrows raised, before a small smile tugs onto the corners of his lips. He looks down at his shoes, nodding slowly.

"Ah.. sorry for misunderstanding," he laughs lightly. "I would like that," he says, looking up again with a smile.

And, of course, the moment our eyes meet, I melt and scream and kick my way through my own head in absolute glee because this amazing guy is just looking at me. This is definitely more than just admiration.

Meta Knight looks away then in realization.

"Oh, I forgot. I accidentally took your journal with me on Friday, so I came to return it to you." Meta Knight untucks the journal from under his arm and passes it to my outstretched hand.

"Thank you," I say incredulously. I hadn't even noticed I didn't have it.

Meta Knight glances behind me at Waddle Dee, who I'd all but forgotten, and then nods.

"I'll get going then." He hesitates before turning and leaving the room almost just as quickly as he'd left.

The door is barely shut before Waddle Dee is grabbing onto my arm and shaking me.

"Kirbiscan I cannot fathom- I cannot believe my eyes, he came to give you your journal before class has even started," he whisper shouts, brown eyes wide and mouth agape.

"He just.. he was just being nice," I stutter out in response, suddenly self-conscious. "I didn't even notice I forgot it."

"Kirby, Meta Knight came to your first period classroom to give you your journal before school has even started for a class you two share."

"Oh." Oh man oh man oh man.

"He could like you back."

It wasn't that I ever thought he didn't - but there was never really any reason for him to like me.

Nonetheless, for the rest of that day, it's like I'm floating in the clouds and nothing can bring me down - except for the wonderful pre-cal class, where, despite the awful work, I try my best to pay attention and to not be caught staring or thinking about Meta Knight.

At the end of the lesson, I'm packing away my things when Meta Knight approaches me.

"I work today, if you want to walk with me. I can bring you a cake, too."

And, of course, I say yes. Walking is more like floating and our words are few, but just us being in our own little world is enough for me to skip all the way back home and spend the rest of the day with a warmth in my stomach.

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Only a few minutes out from the school is a large residential area for the rich aristrocrats of the world. Their homes are more like mansions, tall and bulky and covered in beautiful designs, and the people that live in them are ridiculously similar with their crazy colors and outfits.

An older woman with silver streaks of age running through her hair stands beside the large, adorning fountain in the center of the neighborhood, surprise marring her face as she stares at the caller ID on her ringing phone.

She swipes to answer the call, yellow eyes crinkling into a smile as soon as she hears the voice on the other line.

"Hello.. You finished?" She asks excitedly. "Will you be home soon, then? Oh, absolutely splendid! I'm sure your father and brothers will be ecstatic to have you back.. and, of course, your mother will be, too," she laughs, "Do let me know when you get here so we can catch up! I missed you, Galacta."