Be A Pest

Chapter 14

The next morning, he behaved like none of this had affected him at all. I didn't have a clue to what he could've been thinking, but I found it a waste of time to try and figure it out. After breakfast, we packed all our stuff and headed down to the car.

It was all normal, like nothing had happened. We didn't fight, mom didn't want to talk to me in private, there was actually no mention of the previous night. Wakko was even comfortable with sitting on my lap while we were driving back. And me? That was...another story. Because I was the one who started everything, I should've faced whatever consequences were awaiting me.

Both of us mostly talked to my parents, knowing the awkwardness of the whole thing. While we were in the car, I'd still get chills every now and then from the fact that he was sat on my lap. All in all, I felt like I had been trough another state of mind and had now come back. Like it wasn't me who did that the previous night. It was not only embarrising, but shameful.

Though my mom wouldn't have wanted me to feel that way. Wait...if that was what she thought...and from what I'd seen that morning, he didn't really mind...I got a dreadful, sickening idea. "Wakko", I whispered to him during the drive. He turned his head around and scanned me. Oh well, maybe he wasn't ok with this after all...Let me try anyway. "How about I...repeat what I did last night?".

For a moment, he was quiet. "Why?", he showed a perplexed expression in the end. My cheeck casually rested on my palm, "Well...so my parents see it? They can see us in that mirror in front of them", I pointed at the front of the car. He was now frowning, "I'm sure they don't ca- wait...no. No way". "Come on", I smiled, gazing into his eyes, "A few kisses won't ruin our friendship".

"A few?!", he asked outraged. I chuckled, "Kidding, that's a quote. Then at least one?". "B-but they did all of this to us only to-". I didn't listen to him, instead I rested my hands on the back of his neck and leaned in. And surprisingly, he accepted it. Another thing I didn't understand, but was glad about. Perhaps he played along. "Guys, what're you doing there?".

I broke away and loooked at mom ahead of me, "Um...", I tried to make something up as my face turned dark pink. "You're right behind me, you know", she said, "I can see you". Wakko stared at the floor, probably feeling embarrased as well. "It's fine", I said, "Mom didn't mean to forbid anything". "You're right", mom heard me.

As expected, we came home after three hours. It was good to be finaly home, to sleep in your own bed, alone. To not worry about the cold and feel the summer warmth. Yet there was another problem. Now I had to think about how to spend time with Wakko and if he wanted it at all. I was a bit worried about his behaviour around me. And right when I got all the stuff from my backpack and put each object in it's place, mom approached me.

"Y/n? We need to talk".

I sighed and closed the door to my room. "So", she started, standing in front of me, "That's what happened?". I stared blankly at her, totaly not wanting this conversation. "Mom...what have I done wrong? I mean, you wanted it, right?". "That's what I'm trying to tell you. Congrats", said mom. I couldn't help but slap myself, "But why did you want that?! Do you have any idea what he's gone trough?".

She gave me an understanding look, "I know y/n, it's not easy to love someone and try to pretend you don't simply because-". "Try?". "Yes, try. But, what I wanted to tell you here is, no matter how painful it might have been, you did your job. You showed him what love was really like. He has a wrong picture of it". "What I did was the closest to what he thinks", I protested, "I could've done something else".

"Like what?", mom asked. I sighed in defeat, "That's the problem, I can't think of anything". "Ok, were you desprate there?". I was taken aback by that, "You wanted to test how low I could go?! That's what you wanted to do to me, huh?!". "Calm down", she tried to stop me, "Was Wakko desprate?". I couldn't calm down after that one, it was too much, "How can he be desprate?! He's a toon, he can't get cold! He slept so well, he forgot I was even there! See what you have done here?! I'm telling you, this is not going to work!".

I stormed out of the room and sat on the couch next to Wakko. "What is it?", he asked. I sighed in frustration, "Nothing". "Why were you yelling?", he kept asking. "I don't want to talk about that", I said. "Come on, tell me", he pleaded. "It's not for you", I replied. "Oh...ok", he mumbled. At that moment, I honestly had no motivation for anything. Then again, I didn't know what to tell him, having a feeling he was sensitive.

"I'm going to take a nap", I finaly told him, "And you can...do whatever you want". I layed down on the couch and tried to fall asleep, while he still sat there, not saying a word. "You ok?", I asked. "Yeah", he replied. I shifted on the right, facing the couch, and soon fell asleep. When I woke up though, I saw him sitting in the same position on the same place. "What is it?", I asked.

He looked at me with an unsure expression, "Can you give me a hug?". "Aww, come here", I said and he crawled into my lap. "So you stayed here the whole time?", I asked while hugging him. "Yes". "And you did nothing?". Silence. I waited for him to answer, hoping it didn't upset him. Luckly, it didn't last long. "I didn't know what to do...you always have ideas". "Not now", I shoock my head.

So we stayed there until I decided to go to my room and read. Wakko followed me because he was obviously bored. Little did I know why and what I had lastly told my mom was awfully true.