Wishing Wish

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“We still want to bite you to death…” Huh?! Was that Haru’s voice?! “…but we trust you.”

Who is he talking to?!

“Wish is a different story, however…”

Sora?!

“I know…”

I slowly opened my eyes and peered around me. Where am I?!

“Oh, good! She’s awake.” Said the person whose lap had served as my pillow. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

“It’s not morning, Haru. I can’t smell Aunt Marry’s breakfast from the kitchen.” I said as I slowly sat up, trying to get more awake. I remember, I fell asleep after watching TV; the guys pissed me off when they star–

My eyes widened in realization and immediately inspected Haru beside me for a bruise or any injury; when I didn’t see any I turned to Sora. That was when Haru pulled me back to the couch.

“Nothing happened, Wishing Well. Calm down, okay?!” Haru sighed, shaking his head.

“I can never be too sure.” I frowned at him. “And why are you sitting here, as far as I can remember Sora was the one beside me.”

“Yeah, well…when you fell asleep on Sora’s shoulder earlier, Mathew here looked like he wants to eat him whole. It annoyed Sora, and they started bantering. I’m surprised they never woke you up.” He shook his head at me again.

“And?!” I just glared at him.

“I promised we won’t get into another fight; so before these two could, I exchanged seat with Sora to get them to shut up.” He grinned smugly. “Am I trustworthy or what?!”

“No, you’re an idiot.” I muttered, looking at Matt and Sora who looked anywhere but me. Well, I didn’t see any evidence, so I guess he’s telling the truth. Then I remembered something. “Were you three talking about me earlier?!”

There was a moment of silence before Haru answered. “Self-centered much, Wishing Well?!” He snickered. But I saw Matt and Sora stiffened for a moment.

“Really?!” I raised a brow at him unbelievingly, ready to start a speech about hypocrisy when Aunt Marry suddenly opened the front door.

“I’m home!” She greeted happily, as she hanged her coat by the door; a paper grocery bag in front of her. “We’ll be having lasagna tonight, by the way. Stay for dinner, Mathew?!”

“Uh, sure. Thanks.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Great! So, how was your afternoon, kids?! Any exciting happenings after I left?!” She wiggled her brows at us.

I just rolled my eyes and headed for the stairs. “I’m outta here.” I muttered. Finally, I can have a proper rest.

“Be sure to get down in an hour, darling.” She reminded in a sing-song voice.

“Fine.” I sighed.

This is going to be a looooong night.

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For the next couple of days that I was detained at home, courtesy of my lovely Aunt, a routine developed.

Matt would arrive early in the morning just in time for breakfast; Aunt Marry would wake me up just to find Matt and the twins already in the dining table. After breakfast, the guys head straight to the living room, either watching sports channel and shout at the screen, or play Xbox that Matt had brought over; which would last until dinner time when Aunt Marry gets back home, of which Matt also attended, since he doesn’t leave until I get ready for bed.