Post by destinyinevitable on Jan 16, 2007 6:09:31 GMT
Wally's POV
My room's the same as any other eleven year old's, I guess. I mean, I broke the stereo a few weeks ago, there's a broken hockey stick under my bed (still haven't told mum I need a replacement..she'll murdify me), and I'm pretty sure there's an old hamburger in the shelf of my closet. I'm not really sure..I don't go in there very often.
Oh, and of course, there's the picture of Numbuh 3...
Okay, fine, so maybe that's not something you'd find on EVERY eleven year old boy's wall..especially since I'd probably hurt any guy who DID.
Don't ask me why.
I mean...
Well...
Okay, fine, fine. Have it your way. So maybe Kuki Sanban isn't just a friend to me. Maybe I think about her everytime I see a flash of green, or Japan is mentioned, or someone mentions rainbow monkeys, or even when mum makes cookies...
But that doesn't mean anything, really. I just think about her a lot. So what?
So...
So I like her. Why bother lyin' to ya? It's not like you're going to go tell her. Because you KNOW what will happen to you if you tell her, right? I will beat the crud outta ya, I swear!
The picture..I didn't draw it. I wish I had, but I'm not that good at art. Numbuh 5 drew the picture. She thought I would want it. I pretended I was going to throw it away.
Actually, I carried it around in my pocket for a week. Until Numbuh 2 happened to notice me looking at it during Math. That's when I decided I needed a better place to put it.
Numbuh 3 never comes to my house. Numbuhs 1, 2, and 5 already know I like her. Numbuh 5 even keeps convincing Numbuh 1 to partner Kuki and me together on missions.
Anyways, the point is, the safest place was in my room.
At first, I hid it. Who needs my mum or dad findin it and sayin something "ooh, our little marsupial's in love!" or "Right, there, mate, good choice! She's a cute little shiela!"? I mean, they both know who Numbuh 3 is! What if they told her?
So under my bed the picture went. That's when it got torn. See, my baby brother, Joey, got into my room and just ripped it to pieces.
Now you're probably thinkin', 'okay, but..how do you still have it, then'? That's a good question, I guess. And possibly wonderin 'why the heck is this fanfic written like I'm talkin teh yah? And why on earth did the author just break the fourth wall'?
Well, those are all good questions, but I'm only answerin' the first one.
See, I asked Numbuh 5 for a new one. It took me a whole month to get the courage up to ask her. I mean, I had to try to keep up appearances. But when I approached Numbuh 5, she just held out a new picture of 3 and handed it over. No questions asked.
That's how I found out Numbuh 5 knew that I like Numbuh 3.
Still, there was something wrong with the picture. It was Numbuh 3, but ...the rest of the page was blank. I'm not really the artimitistic type, so I wasn't about to try to draw a person in there (though I was tempted to try..).
So I just drew a sun. It's just there to keep her company..and the orange..well, I guess you can tell I rather like orange, huh? Especially when it's near green. I had a weird obsession with pumpkins for a while..then I decided it was more fun to smash those.
But every night, before I go to sleep, I look at that picture. Sometimes I even kiss her goodnight (THAT I definitely do NOT want repeated.. You got me, princess?), but most of the time, I just stare at it, imagining her face...
So long as I look at that picture on the wall, I feel safe. I haven't had any nightmares since I put it up.
But there are an awful lot of dreams about telling her...
Maybe those dreams will come true...some day.
My room's the same as any other eleven year old's, I guess. I mean, I broke the stereo a few weeks ago, there's a broken hockey stick under my bed (still haven't told mum I need a replacement..she'll murdify me), and I'm pretty sure there's an old hamburger in the shelf of my closet. I'm not really sure..I don't go in there very often.
Oh, and of course, there's the picture of Numbuh 3...
Okay, fine, so maybe that's not something you'd find on EVERY eleven year old boy's wall..especially since I'd probably hurt any guy who DID.
Don't ask me why.
I mean...
Well...
Okay, fine, fine. Have it your way. So maybe Kuki Sanban isn't just a friend to me. Maybe I think about her everytime I see a flash of green, or Japan is mentioned, or someone mentions rainbow monkeys, or even when mum makes cookies...
But that doesn't mean anything, really. I just think about her a lot. So what?
So...
So I like her. Why bother lyin' to ya? It's not like you're going to go tell her. Because you KNOW what will happen to you if you tell her, right? I will beat the crud outta ya, I swear!
The picture..I didn't draw it. I wish I had, but I'm not that good at art. Numbuh 5 drew the picture. She thought I would want it. I pretended I was going to throw it away.
Actually, I carried it around in my pocket for a week. Until Numbuh 2 happened to notice me looking at it during Math. That's when I decided I needed a better place to put it.
Numbuh 3 never comes to my house. Numbuhs 1, 2, and 5 already know I like her. Numbuh 5 even keeps convincing Numbuh 1 to partner Kuki and me together on missions.
Anyways, the point is, the safest place was in my room.
At first, I hid it. Who needs my mum or dad findin it and sayin something "ooh, our little marsupial's in love!" or "Right, there, mate, good choice! She's a cute little shiela!"? I mean, they both know who Numbuh 3 is! What if they told her?
So under my bed the picture went. That's when it got torn. See, my baby brother, Joey, got into my room and just ripped it to pieces.
Now you're probably thinkin', 'okay, but..how do you still have it, then'? That's a good question, I guess. And possibly wonderin 'why the heck is this fanfic written like I'm talkin teh yah? And why on earth did the author just break the fourth wall'?
Well, those are all good questions, but I'm only answerin' the first one.
See, I asked Numbuh 5 for a new one. It took me a whole month to get the courage up to ask her. I mean, I had to try to keep up appearances. But when I approached Numbuh 5, she just held out a new picture of 3 and handed it over. No questions asked.
That's how I found out Numbuh 5 knew that I like Numbuh 3.
Still, there was something wrong with the picture. It was Numbuh 3, but ...the rest of the page was blank. I'm not really the artimitistic type, so I wasn't about to try to draw a person in there (though I was tempted to try..).
So I just drew a sun. It's just there to keep her company..and the orange..well, I guess you can tell I rather like orange, huh? Especially when it's near green. I had a weird obsession with pumpkins for a while..then I decided it was more fun to smash those.
But every night, before I go to sleep, I look at that picture. Sometimes I even kiss her goodnight (THAT I definitely do NOT want repeated.. You got me, princess?), but most of the time, I just stare at it, imagining her face...
So long as I look at that picture on the wall, I feel safe. I haven't had any nightmares since I put it up.
But there are an awful lot of dreams about telling her...
Maybe those dreams will come true...some day.
PLEASE WRITE MORE SOON!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!! ;D