Through A Wall {PINESCONE} [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 3

"Like, a real triangle?" Wirt asked, not knowing how they have got into that topic, but realizing he didn't bother at all.

"Yeah, like a real floating triangle," the other boy sighed and knocked on the wall a few times, "That was when I realized not even my nightmares could ever be normal. And actually, I found a bunch of drawings of those creatures I saw during my sleep"

"Are those drawings any good?"

"Kind of. Alright, they are good, but sort of creepy and senseless. No doubt I hid them in a box. If anyone had found out about them, I would totally be sent to an asylum or something like it"

"Yeah, they should've done that. You sound pretty weird, y'know"

"You haven't seen my face yet"

"That's actually what is so fun about talking to you, I have no idea of what you look like," Wirt made a pause, realizing he had said the wrong answer, and trying to fix his mistake, "But I'm sure you can't look that bad"

"Uh, sure, you know, you have never seen me"

"I know, but... You don't sound like someone ugly," he insisted in attempting to make things right, before facepalming and sighing with his own stupidity and awkwardness.

"Are you sleepy?" The other asked hesitantly, giggling a little, making Wirt feel a little bit more comfortable.

"Actually, I am. But, hey, look, you have a nice laugh, it doesn't sound like a dying goat, and you know what that means?"

"That I am not a dying goat?"

"No, that you aren't ugly"

"That makes zero sense. You can be pretty and have a dying goat laugh"

"Yeah, but you can't have a nice laugh and be ugly, it just doesn't match. Don't fight me on that"

"I think you need some sleep, dude. Honestly. Go to bed"

"I agree with you on that, but will you be able to sleep?"

"Oh, sure. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. The worst that will happen is watching History Channel till late," the neighbor answered with a tone of voice, which made Wirt suppose he was smiling while talking, "Seriously, go to sleep"

"Good night"

"Good night, strange neighbor!"

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Wirt jumped off the bed when he heard the song playing from his phone, indicating time to start the day had come. He ran to the phone, and turned the sound off as quickly as he could, hoping he hadn't woken any of his neighbors up, principally the one with sleeping issues.

6 AM.

He sighed, he hated to have to wake up so early. His mind could barely think. He looked pretty much as a living-dead, but Wirt knew he didn't have the time to stay complaining about his life, he had to get ready fast, and go buy some coffee in the coffee shop near to the building, otherwise he would be late to work.

When the boy first got his job at the library, he truly thought it would be a smart, and even nice, idea. Anyways, life has proved it wrong, and brought back memories of how much he hated waking up early, and having to deal with terrible people. Especially one old lady, who seemed to live to be rather annoying, and make his life at work horrible.

"Ugh, this place isn't so funny anymore," he mumbled to himself, unlocking the main door to the lonely, mostly brown, place, "Having to work here ruined you"

"Talking to yourself again?" The girl who worked with him asked smiling, waving her hand. He attempted to give her a smile back, but it was impossible. It was even annoying how one human being could be so happy so early at morning.

He wanted to die when thought about all the horribly rude people he would have to deal with, but something inside was hoping it would, at least, create a funny situation, then he would have something nice to tell his "mysterious" neighbor.

Wirt shook his head, he was getting way too attached to this whole talking through a wall idea. Perhaps it just given him a safe feeling, because, after all, there was no way to judge someone whose face you've never seen, and you've never had any contact previously.

When he realized, he was smiling to himself as if he was some dumb person.

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HEY THERE! oh man, I just thought, pls tell me someone already wrote something like this fanfic, I get nervous when I think I might be the first one doing something, like, wtf?
PLUS, I heard to The Book of Mormon, and gee, do I love that shit. kill me for that, but I actually liked it more than I liked listening to Wicked.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chap <3