Be A Pest

Chapter 3

Aaand that. The thing that could melt my heart, but perhaps break his. The last thing I wanted to do at the moment. It so wasn't fair. One of us would suffer at one point, no matter what. I was already suffering, actually. "What do you mean?", I finaly asked.

"I need you to hug me. I don't want to hug you first so you can hug me back. But for you to do it". See? I even got the answer I was expecting. Like I could read this kid's mind. So I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around what seemed to be his small figure. Then...everything around us disappeared. For me, there were only him and I, hugging and getting hurt at the same time.

"Great. Now I wanna cry", I said without realising what that was actually supposed to mean. "Don't", he said, slowly hugging me back, and a chill ran trough me. "I...I'm really sorry I made you feel...sad, or whatever you felt", I apologized. "It's ok", he said, "It's not your fault". And I knew it. I knew all too well that I wasn't the one making him feel whatever he felt while listening to that simple little tune.

After a while though, we let go of eachother. Not because we wanted to, but because we had to. I had to. It was me who couldn't show the true emotions. Because it would scare him. And as though he was reading my mind, Wakko ran off, like I had in the first place. But I didn't run after him. I tried practicing to let go. To leave him be. Turns out I stood there the whole time and he came back, standing in front of me.

"Why didn't you try to catch me?", he asked, sounding kinda disappointed. That was the most hurtful thing said to me at that moment. I'm not exagerrating, I'm only saying that I couldn't be asked any such questions at the moment, because it involved being all complicated and dramatic. But of course, I tryed to answer the simpliest way possible. "I...I'm tired", I sighed.

"¿Quieres acostarte? (Do you want to go to sleep?)".

Ah, there you go, trying to hype me up because...you're not tired yet, I guess. But you're not a little kid either, you know. Nevermind. "Under one condition", I said, picking him up, "Cuddles before sleep". Wakko shifted a little then burried his face into my shoulder as I walked over to my bed and sat down, still holding him. Like I was expecting, it was this reliving comfort that I felt after all these mixed emotions of pain, annoyance and flusterness, which made me want to never let go.

I kept slowly breathing...and breathing...and- "I have an idea". No. That couldn't dawn on me, I couldn't- too late. I sat him down on the bed and got up. Then I went to my desk and got a book I was reading at the time. I went back to bed and sat next to him. As I opened the book and started reading out loud, he leaned his head on my shoulder. I shivered slightly, feeling how comfortable he actually was with me. Because I knew he wouldn't be on all occasions.

As I read on, I got so stuck in the story that, when Wakko tried to say something, I flinched with all my strengh, making him lift his head up and look at me. "Huh? What were you saying?", I asked, startled. "You said cuddles before sleep", he replied. That made me blush so hard I could barely hide it. "Were you even listening to me while I was reading?", I asked, not being able to sound angry because his adorableness flustered me so much. "I was", he said, "But...how can you start reading something and suddenly not be tired anymore?".

Uh oh...guess I got caught. He was right, I not only wanted to prevent him from doubting my actions, but also to get away from my feelings with reading. I felt tired because of him. And I could do nothing about it, especially not tell him that. If anything, my mom would kill me. So...what do I tell him? How do I answer his question? "I guess reading wakes me up", I finaly said. "Oh really?!", he smiled from ear to ear before attacking me with tickles.

I screamed and laughed so hard that my eyes were teary and my voice was broke. I finaly picked him up again and got up myself. "You really want me to act as insane as you?", I luckly managed to ask. "That rhymes", he smiled, so I put him back down. "Enough", I said, "We're going to sleep".