Be A Pest

Chapter 1

Sigh, finaly summer. Time to relax. And here come two and a half months of watching Animaniacs and laughing my head off, but also...obsessing over Wakko, my favourite Warner. Yeah, I know you may be confused right now, but ever since I heard Twinkle Twinkle Wishing Star in Spanish, I went literaly nuts.

So then I started watching the actual show in Spanish. And another song that completely stood out to me was Hola Enfermera which basicaly means Hello Nurse. Like, I don't even know where to start. I mean, about Wakko. His voice, his big black eyes, his adorable smile...I could talk about him forever. As most people would say, he's my comfort character, and also, my very first fictional crush. Only now that I'm a teen. Basicaly, I respect him too much, I would never in my life write a single thirst comment- ok seriously, let's not talk about that, he's only eleven and he doesn't age.

So, you can probably imagine my reaction when, that one day as summer had only started and I was literaly having the time of my life, my mother came to me, smiling like an idiot.

"What's the matter with you?", I asked, "Is anyone from our family getting a new job or at least an upgrade? Are we getting more money than usual? Wait, are we actually...winning the lottery??".

Girl, stop caring only about money! Is that really the only thing-

"Guess who's coming here for you to spend literaly the whole break with".

Oh. No. Is she dead serious?! How was that possible? Maybe my obsessions were more valuable than money? Well, I'm not saying that money is the most valuable thing in the world...but this?! My throat shut itself and my cheecks were red from both anger and blushing. Before I could start screaming in rage at her, mom burst into laughter and I immediately ran to my room. I slammed the door shut so she could at least hear how much I was raging, and curled up against a wall.

I opened my phone and stared at my lock screen. It was a picture of Wakko with his hands on his cheecks, smiling from ear to ear. And yeah, there was no tongue sticking out. One of the most adorable smiles I'd ever seen. You're probably asking; how was I able to still think such things in the middle of processing the fact that what I was looking at was about to become true? Well, I'd never really...decided if I wanted him to be real or not.

Like, many times I really wanted to know what it was like to actualy hang out with him in real life. And honestly, it would kill me inside. But then on some days, I would focus on imagining the very first meeting, and would kinda get scared, because I'd see myself either screaming or standing there, completely frozen. And then I'd get this tought that it would be real torture to run around with a zany toon.

So now that it was all about to happen for real...I felt awful. I felt devastated because of my mom practicaly making fun of me, in front of me. Maybe it wasn't even true after all. But if it was...my heart pounded so loudly, you could probably hear it by only sitting there beside me. I quickly put my phone down and curled up even more. I so wasn't prepared for this and it was, for some reason, making me cry. This feeling of anxciety was weighting on me and the tought literaly sat in my mind, my head felt so heavy from it.

I wasn't even prepared for the dreams I'd have from this, even though I knew they were going to appear, one way or another. You see, I'm this kind of a person who gets mentaly triggered by something extremely likable, which means I uncontrolibly think of it all day and fall asleep with it on my mind. I wasn't ready for any of this, and it felt like I was going to die. Like if he really was coming over, for the whole summer, he was going to destroy me and it would be a living nightmare to hang out with him.

Which I knew wasn't going to happen, not on mom's watch. Mine as well, I hoped. So yeah, I sat there for what felt like hours, not being able to speak and wanting to be completely alone, battling the storm of emotions all on my own. Until, of course, mom opened the door. "Y/n, can you please help me with something?". As always, I obediently got up and followed her, even though my legs were wobbly and I could easily collapse at any moment.

It was always like that. Mom would tell me something was going to happen that I didn't like, and then act like nothing had happened and like she'd already forgotten about it. While she didn't. The actual problem was that I never discussed the situation with her, maybe a little, but never completely. This was because she'd often get annoyed by me bragging about this and that. So now I had to pretend like I didn't care and was completely ok with everything, while all I literaly wanted to do was run to my room again and cry myself to sleep.

And the worst part of the whole thing? I was both upset and excited at the same time. You can probably guess why by now.