Be A Pest

Chapter 16

An hour later, I spotted him standing next to me while I was still doing the dishes. "Morning Wakko", I looked at him and smiled. "Morning...". "Has it got any better?", this had been bothering me ever since I got up. "Don't think so...", he blinked, "My head hurts". "Have a glass of water then", I advised him.

He did as I said. "That better?", I asked. "A little", he answered. "That's ok", I said, then something dawned on me, "Is your nose runny?". He sniffed, "Yeah, I'm going to the bathroom". So he left. And didn't return for a long time. Once he did though, he was sneezing. "Bless you", I patted his head. "Thanks", he replied. I went to take an Airways chewing gum and gave it to him. "Here", I said, "This will help you".

After he took it and started chewing, I went into the living room and sat on the couch. "We need to talk", I said from there. Wakko slowly walked to the couch and sat next to me. "First of all", I said, "Once you feel better, you can trow the gum". He nodded, so I continiued, "Now. What was it that you wanted to tell me?". He stared at me with a confused face, "Nothing...?". "I mean, why were you telling me all those things?", I tried again.

His face completely dropped as he kept on chewing. That was the best way to show me he understood. "I...I was only dreaming...", he said. "So you're ok now?", I asked. "Don't think so...", he replied. And then, I quiered the thing that stung me out of nowhere, "How do you feel around me?". And yes, I knew it wasn't the right time to ask that, but perhaps I'd get some anwers. "Like I've been covered with a thick blanket", he responded.

Right when he said that, Wakko got up and left. I immediately thought, that was it, he was going to ignore me now. However, he only trew the gum, came back and sat down. Wait... what if he actually...no, that was impossible. Then how could he describe it like that? I mean, was it some kind of discomfort? I knew exactly what had caused him to feel that way, I simply didn't know what emotion it was.

"That's...uh...", I didn't know what to think. If I said it was normal, he'd be mad at me. Yet if I said I was terrified, it wouldn't be so true. "Interesting!", I exclaimed. That was the word! "Interesting?", he was confused. "Yes!", I kept on, "Because...because...". "I'm afraid to ask for your help", he finished. I held my breath for a few seconds. What was he saying again? It didn't sound so convincing.

Then I sighed, "Ok, it's not interesting, it's...". And after an extensive time, my throat tied up. This was all my fault. No, my mom's. I swallowed hard, "Don't listen to mom, please", I blurted out. "I knew it was her", he murmured. I got up and left, having nothing else to tell him. He didn't want to talk to me now, let alone my parents. So I sat on my bed and finaly, started watching Animaniacs.

However, only 10 minutes into the show, mom entered. "What're you doing?", she asked as she approached me. I glanced at her, "Staying away from Wakko. You should do too, even more". "What're you talking about?!", she sounded terrified. "You've done a huge mistake", I glared at her in fury. She sighed, "Ok, I'm sorry, but please-". "It's not ok!", I spatted, "He's definitely ignoring us now, especially you!".

Mom sighed again, "Fine, do what you want", and left. I continiued watching the show, feeling the peace of being alone again. Seeing Wakko on screen while he was in another room made me a little sad, because I could've simply exited my room and there I saw him, in real life. I remembered how only a few weeks before, I didn't want him to even exist, let alone stay at my place. It was all different now. After I'd done way too much.

I felt that lump from before return to my throat. This wasn't a good idea. I turned my phone off, layed down on the bed and buried my face into the pillow, letting the tears fall as much as they wanted to. When I calmed down, I took something random to read, not caring what it was, and sat back on the bed. I wasn't reading out loud this time, so I had a choice. And that choice, belive it or not, was massive.

I kept myself bussy and away from boredom with all those books. Therefore, if I had time,  I could read a few in one day. That rarely happened, but this time mom had to give me the worst reason for not having time.