Love-sickness

chapter 11 .Y/n.

You placed the phone down not remembering picking it up in the first place but you just shrugged and went off to bed, waiting for sleep to come and take you.

The next time you opened your eyes you were sitting on top of a hill painting with...
" Wally...? "
He stopped painting and looked at you, shaking his head, an apologetic look playing on his face as he did so.
" no Y/n, I know it's easy to forget but I'm Home remember. Wally hasn't come outside since the incident and he said he would come until Barnaby apologies but we both know that wont happen. You're welcome to come and see him to night "
I nodded as I remembered what happened the other day, Barnaby had accused Wally of killing Frank which wasn't true for two reasons, one Frank was standing with everyone else trying to prie Barnaby off of wally and two because Wally has never killed everyone only reset them in a way.
" I think Wally would like to finish that painting of him, he's been awaiting for that painting for a while now. He can't stop talking about it "

you and Home bothe chuckled, you know that even though Wally hadn't come out of Home for a while, he still loved you and treasured the time you spent together and you love the time you both spent together but lately Wally was getting a bit to obsessive, you didn't mind of course and for the most part you and Home turned a blind eye to his obsessive behaviours.

A few hours past and you had finely finished your painting, in reality Home dragged you away for the esol and told you that if you did anything else to it you were going to break the canvas and that Wally would love it the way it was, so packing up my art supplies and taking it back to your house, once that was done you raped up the painting and tied it all together with a baby blue bow. The walk to Home was a relatively short one, you did stop and to greet a few of the neighbours here and there before making it to Home and knocking on the door, as you waited for Home to open the door you looked around and saw Barnaby standing by the rainbow tipped gate, just staring at you before once again standing up right and slowly walking away, sadness portrayed on his face.

" oh hello Neighbour, would you like to come in? "
You spun around and with a big smile on your face you nodded, he opened the door wider for you and you walked in seeing Home sitting on the lounge with a cup of tea in front of him you both nod at each other courtly.
" So what brings you here, Neighbour? "
Wally asked as you turned to face him, handing him the wrapped up painting. He face lit up like a christmas tree as he took the painting form you and walked over to the coffee table, sitting on the floor Wally began carefully taring the wrapping paper of the painting, you had told Wally on multiple occasions that he didn't need to be so careful when unwrapping the presents you gave him but he insisted that he wouldn't want to wast all of your hard work.

" ohh, Neighbour. It's beautiful, you shouldn't have "
He leaned over and kissed on the on check, you face when scarlit as you tried to tell him it was no big deal and that it wasn't even that good but he wouldn't hear any of it and told home to help him hang up the painting, of course it was up to you too choses where the painting was going to be hung, you choses the spot above the television, you had always wondered why Wally even had a television because he never used it and you had never seen a television in any of the other neighbours houses, you wanted to ask him about it but thought better of it. About half an hour later, wally had almost fallen of the stool he was on about five or six times and Home who was holding the painting had almost dropped it eight or nine times, every time you almost had a heart attack but in the end they got it up and now you where all playing games in the living room, it was twelve o'clock when You, Wally and Home had fallen asleep.

Ring, Ring, Ring

You were woken up by the ringing of the phone, sitting up in bed you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and went to answer the phone, it's probably Wally again. You stopped and thought about it for a seconded, I hadn't known his name yesterday how did I know now, you thought back to the dream you had last night and them it all clicked, you had lived here for years, with Wally Darling your beloved, Barnaby B. Beagle he was Wally's best friend, Sally Starlet the best and only actor in the whole neighbourhood, Julie Joyful Sally's best friend and the happiest neighbour you'd ever met, Howdy Pillar the kind shop owner who hadley charged a thing for what he was selling and had problems with Wally stealing his apples, Eddie Dear the hard working postman and love interest of Frank, Frank Frankly the grumpiest neighbour, bookworm and love interest of Eddie Dear. Last but not least was Poppy Partridge, the single parent of the neighbourhood, she was never afraid to tell anyone off if they were doing the wrong thing but always had biscuits waiting at her house.

Ring, Ring, Ring

The ring prossied and you ran to the phone picking it up and holding it against your ear, you yelled.
" Wally, Wally I remember almost everything "
The line went silent for a few minutes and then ha answered, his voice full of joy and happiness and you could tell that he was crying by the end of it
" oh My Beloved Neighbour, I'm so happy. "