Be A Pest

Chapter 2

I stood at my bedroom door, annoyed. First of all, mom hadn't told me that Wakko was coming over on that same day! And second, I had this paper under my pillow saying "Wakko is the best but gets opressed" and didn't want him to see it. But I didn't want to put it anywhere else, because I thought it was pointless.

As I heard mom entering and asking Wakko random questions, I headed to the living room so she wouldn't call me. Maybe I wasn't prepared for this, but I was brave enough to face it. "Oh, there you are", said mom calmly as she saw me, "I'll leave you two alone now. I expect you to behave yourselves and to be on desirably good terms so you can at least stand eachother".

I rolled my eyes at her. Like we didn't know. And such vocabulary wasn't really appropriate for Wakko, I mean he couldn't really handle it. So, we were left there to do nothing but stare at one another. My bad, wrong. I couldn't take my eyes off of him which made him stare back at me in wonder. "Hey", I finaly said, not even trying to hide annoyance. "Hey", he replied.

I shivered slightly. He...he could talk? He was there? I couldn't process that. It was too much. "Are you ok?", he asked. I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Then I remembered the one thing everyone does when they see someone for the first time. "Oh, I almost forgot", I said, stretching my hand out, "Y/n, nice to meet you". "Nice to meet you too", he said and shoock my hand. "And...I'm fine, you?", I asked. "Great!", he smiled, "But I don't think you're fine".

I stared blankly at him with a frown on my face. Then I started looking around, trying to get out of this awkward situation. Then I turned my gaze back to him. "Well appearently, I'm not", I admitted, "But don't ask me why". "Ok", he said, "But you must cheer up". Cheer up?! Well guess what was going on in my mind at that moment.

I'm not fine, I'm annoyed. Nobody, except my mom I guess, asked you to come over.

Nobody even asked you to exist.

I know, I know. I had gone a little too far with my thoughts, but sometimes I get so annoyed, I can't help but be rude. "What do you want me to do?", I asked. "Do whatever can cheer you up", Wakko shrugged his shoulders. Oh, and yeah. I kept trembling all that time. "I...I can't", a thought suddenly hit me. "Why?", he wanted to know. "I'm still confused...", I replied, "Like, you're actually...real? You exist??".

Wakko couldn't help but laugh at that. "It's not funny!", I snapped, "I...basicly nobody thinks you guys are real! Now everyone's going to act like they're face to face with a UFO!". Big mistake. He kept laughing. "Wakko stop! People are dangerous!". Now that made him straighten up and make a serious face. As much as I wanted him to do that, I still felt kinda sorry for him. "Are you dangerous...?", he asked. "Of course not-", I said, but then clasped a hand over my mouth.

"What? Are you lyimg?", he asked. "No", I said, "But...please don't ask me anything else". "Why?", he asked. "I...I simply don't want it, ok?". How do I tell a literal child that I want to be left alone? Worse, my mom practicaly forbade me from doing so. Wakko sighed, "Fine". Suddenly, an idea came to my mind. I know this sounds kimd of unfair, but if he wasn't to ask me anything, I could ask him instead. "Do you speak Spanish?".

Wakko stared at me in wonder, "For some reason I do. What about it?". "I dare you", I started with an emphasis, "To say something, anything. Then we can play tag". He hid his hans behind his back and hesitated for a while, "¿Porque?? (Why??)". "Because I might run off right at this moment!", I said and did so, screaming. Serioisly, that voice gave me butterflies. I had only stopped and started panting, when he literaly crashed into me by hugging me from behind.

I had to hold my breath for a second because of the impact the hug had made. "Don't leave me!", he suddenly exclaimed, making me flinch enough not to be noticed. "Please let me go...", I silently whined, "It's not like I've gone who knows where for you to act like this". He did as I said and I turned to face him. "Can we continiue playing?", he asked. "No", I said, "Now, I'm standing in front of my bedroom door, so I decided to show it to you. But please don't get too-". As I was saying this, I opened the door, and Wakko did exactly what I was about to tell him not to. "You have a piano in your room??", he basicaly jumped up and down.

I couldn't help but feel a knot in my throat at that. Like, I didn't enjoy spending time with him...then again I did. "I...yeah", I finaly said. "Can you play something on it? ¿Por favor?? (Please??)", he hyperactively asked. Which was kinda one more thing that gave me butterflies. Him being all hyped up, combined with speaking Spanish. I sighed, "Ok, fine", and went to the piano. I kept standing, avoiding sitting as much as I could. Somehow, it was too stressful for me to sit on an occasion like this.

I started playing The Hanging Tree from The Hunger Games. It was the simpliest melody I could think of. While I played it pretty perfectly and didn't sing the lyrics, I knew it was enough when I shyly turned around...

"You ok there? Why are you frowning?".

Nothing.

I gasped, "Did-did I make you cry?! Oh, I'm sooo sorry-".

"I need a hug".