Be A Pest

Chapter 10

This was the only time I knew what was coming next. By this time, I assumed he never got tired of playing with me. And that was easy to assume, since he was a zany toon. So I guessed he got used to it, despite everything he had gone trough.

I smiled back and nodded. We started walking back, but soon he started running, therefore I had to chase him across the whole town. "Why did you start running?!", I shouted after him, "I didn't say anything!". Nothing. He kept running, not giving me a clue why. "I'll start singing so you'll have a real reason to run!", I shouted again. And surprisingly, that worked.

We slowly but surely got to the beach and sat on a banch. It was right next to the road and there were two street lamps, one on each side. Thereby it looked kind of...romantic. The wind blew around us again, but it was still pretty warm. I could feel it more than usual due to the fact that all we did was sit there and still act awkward. Like we had nothing to do, let alone say. The worst part though, was that I knew I was supposed to do something.

"Everything ok?", I heard him ask and caught myself frowning. I turned my head towards him and saw he had a concerned look on his face. But as soon as he saw me, his eyes widened like he had seen something terrifying. "What's that color on your face?", he asked in astonishment. I made a confused face, perhaps it was the light. "W-what color?", I stuttered. "Pink...".

Was he playing hard to get or what?! That thought crossed my mind too fast for me to stop it. But once I realised what I was thinking, I quickly looked away and stared into the beach. I couldn't let this happen, but...it was stronger than me. "I'm sorry I called you scary", he said. I looked back at him and smiled, "It's ok". "But please don't look at me like that", he covered his eyes with his arm. I giggled, "I still have pink on my face?".

He perked over his arm a little and his eyes widened again. "Tickle fight!", he suddenly shouted and I immediately got up and started running towards the beach. Sadly, as I expected for a reason that it was the only possible turn of events, he caught up with me and tackled me to the ground. I played along and laughed uncontrolibly, letting him tickle me as long as he wanted. I deserved it.

Once I had enough though, I managed to flip him over and tickle him instead. Because hearing him laugh was the least I could get out of him. As to not leave him there to calm down, I picked him up when it was time to go home. Soon, his head fell on my shoulder again and I smiled at how relaxed he was, after all that he'd told me. I looked at my phone. 10:30 pm. Luckly we could make it back home until eleven.

The next day was pretty much the same, and in the evening we decided to stay home. Wakko went to the living room to do something and I stayed in my room, listening to music with my earbuds on and dancing. It was a great rest from all the playing and laughing that day. I wasn't too tired to lay down, and I was going to sleep after this anyway. I didn't sing, nor my dancing was quite brilliant. It was a little too much for me.

That though, wasn't enough for me not to be noticed. As soon as a slower song started, Wakko entered and stood in front of me. I took his hand and sat on the floor, hugging him. I wouldn't do that if it weren't for the song. He stared at me with a pained expression on his face. "What...what are you doing...?", he quietly asked. I smiled, hiding the little bit of guilt I felt at that moment, "You don't want to know, trust me".

We stayed there, hugging, while I kept listening to slow music. So it didn't really affect him. I was glad on one hand, then again I made our routine last for about two more weeks. And that was, truth to be told, the worst thing I had ever done to myself. I don't even know where to begin on what feelings it caused. First and most important, annoyance. I couldn't do the same things day after day over and over again without feeling that way.

Especially when I had an adorable zany toon to basicaly babysit and play with. Secondly, there was delight. That feeling of pure happiness I felt with every day I spent with him. People say opposites attract, and this was a great example of it. Still lastly, there was pain. I felt it every single day along with the other two things. It made me think terrible things. I either wanted to harm myself, or show Wakko I loved him.

I fell for him more with every day that went by, with every time we went to the beach or did housework. That was the one thing that pained me the most. It went to the point where I had to talk to my parents about it. They promised to keep it a secret and told me to be careful not to hurt either myself or him. Both things were challenging in their own way, but I somehow managed to listen to them like never before. Certainly because it was about me.

Those two weeks seemed to fly by and nothing really happened...until that one day, when mom and dad decided to take us camping in the mountains.