Be A Pest

Chapter 13

That night, I was woken up by chills invading me all over. Being still half asleep and having my eyes closed, I thought it was someone trying to trick me. "Who...who's that...?", I whispered barely audibly. Opening my eyes and completely waking up, I stared at the same tent wall, in the same position I fell asleep in.

I slowly turned on my back and widening my gaze ever so slightly, saw no one was there. Which meant... My heart sped up once again as terrible thoughts raced trough my mind. Now I had to do something to warm up and the only thing that kept lingering on my brain was... pain closed around my chest. This was it, the purpose of being here this whole time. The longing my mother wanted me to stop.

Trembling, I slowly turned to my left and layed there for a few moments, staring at his peacful sleeping figure, his back turned towards me. I deserved it, I thought, but my mom did even more. Ever since we started hanging out, I tried to show the least of my feelings for him. I didn't want to hurt him, and doing this meant breaking that promise. Yet if I didn't do it, not only would my mom complain, but I'd stay cold.

The earthquake I was experiencing blocked me completely. I desperately tried to reach my hand out, but it wouldn't budge. After a few unsuccessful tries, I took a deep breath. Ok y/n, go slow. I turned all of my attention to my hand, moving it inch by inch towards him every few seconds or even a minute. All that time, I thought about mom and what she wanted me to do.

If I stayed a little longer like this, I wouldn't feel my limbs anymore, the shivers would become unbearable, perhaps I'd get sick...and officially risk my own life for nothing. I was ready to get that hand out, but something held me back. A little bit of wind came from the outside, stroking my nose and making me sneeze. I held my breath as to not wake him up. But I couldn't do it without covering my mouth. That caused me to stertch my arm a little bit further and I placed my hand on an empty space deviding us.

By the way he slept, I assumed he'd forgotten I was there. I thought if he remembered, he would've woken up long before I did. Suddenly, I placed my other hand on my heart, becoming aware of it's pounding. A thought hit me that, as I watched him sleep, my eyelids started to close as well. I was despretate to drift back off, that way I couldn't do him any harm nor the cold would bother me. Similarly, I'd forget about my pain while asleep.

Yet if this was really about to happen, I had to stay awake. The pain was irrisistible. My mind lost focus and raising the hand that wasn't on my chest, I grabbed his arm and rolled him to my side, hugging him slightly. Nothing happened, he wasn't waking up. I slowly brought him towards me, wanting to see if there would be any reaction. Still nothing, not a single movement.

Only then, after a quite long time, was I able to relax, completely and properly. My breathing became the slowest ever, my tensed limbs relaxed and the pain in my heart was replaced with warmth. Restrained warmth. One of my hands flattened his turtle neck  on the back and clenched onto the bottom of it. An already known thought crossed my mind.

You don't remember...

"No...", was what I heard below. It was quiet and it sounded like he was half asleep. I slowly moved him away from me to see his eyes were still closed. And the frown on his face...depressing yet priceless. In a way that I could admire it without keeping in mind why it was there. A realisation hit me out of nowhere. He was drifting apart from me, even though I was still holding him. And if I didn't do something real quick...

Before I could overthink my actions, I senslessly leaned in and my face was pressed against his.

Right then, at that very moment, I knew.

I was at my lowest.

Wakko's eyes flew open as soon as he felt it, so now I was staring at the two pools of black and white, up extremely close. I was sure I could almost see the night sky in them, like in the movie. Those widened eyes had always sent a feeling of melting mixed with hurt trough me, which was the reason I avoided seeing such things. But now, from a little to no distance like this, I didn't mind. Yet another thought striked me like lightning. I had, for once, been obedient to my mom.

The weird thing was, I didn't feel that usual shock. I was either too tired, or too desprate to. There's a shared opinion that those who are ready to do whatever only to stop an emotion don't feel such things because they are the starters of it all. I didn't think that way, knowing even the bravest, most desprate people in the world felt that twinge of nervousness when it came to doing something itself.

Slowly breaking away, I couldn't take my eyes off of him, still staring at his black and white eyes. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were still wide a little in shock. I did feel simpathy for him, of course, but I knew I had to do this. Wakko swiftly turned back around and tried to get away from me, but I was faster and caught him in an embrace again. His arms hung limp as I held him from behind.

"Shh...it's ok, you're safe...", I tried to sooth him as he layed there, obviously giving up on any effort to break free and dozing back off.