And if he falls in love tonight..."
"It's
not fair," was his first thought.
"It's not fair."
Timon twitched his nose a little and narrowed his eyes. He
actually looked pretty amusing, though he was angry at the moment. He
looked like a child that had lost his toy.
He crossed his arms
around his chest and watched the two lions disappear into the
jungle.
"Sure," he thought. "HE gets it all. He has
HER now. He doesn't need friends anymore, he has HER. Well, let him
have. The minute she turns her back on him, he'll come back, wanting
his FRIENDS back. Well, maybe Pumbaa will take him back, but not me!
No siree! That'll teach him to turn his back on me! NO-ONE will turn
their back on me! NEVER again!" Timon looked at the bushes where
Simba and Nala had vanished.
"Yeah...He DOES have her,"
he thought, suddenly not so angry anymore. "He has her now...He
doesn't NEED us anymore."
The thought strick him like a
lightning. "Doesn't need? Of course he does, don't be silly,
everyone needs friends."
(maybe just not enough)
"Shut
up."
A small voice deep inside him was trying to set an
objection, like trying to get him down on purpose, but he wouldn't
let it.
Could some girl Simba just met really be that important?
No, he thought. Nothing could ever beat their friendship. Could
it?
He startled of the thought. He turned to Pumbaa. "Come
on."
"Where to, Timon?" "We gotta follow
them." "But-but why?" "Pumbaa, women are always
trouble. If our carnivorous pal gets too addicted, BOOM! Bachelor
party's over!"
Pumbaa didn't exactly know what Timon meant
but followed him anyway. They both ran through the bushes and
branches,when finally:
"STOP!" Timon yelled. Pumbaa
stopped so quickly that he almost fell on his snout. "Whoah, we
almost bumped into them," Timon sighed in relief. He carefully
padded closer and peeked his head out of the bush. "A-hah!"
"'A-hah'
what, Timon?" Pumbaa stepped next to him and looked at the young
lovers in a distance, playing at the waterfalls.
"I knew it!"
Timon hissed. "Fooling around with her the minute you turn your
back on him!" Pumbaa looked uncomfortable. "Uhh,
Timon...Don't ya think this is like spying?" "Pumbaa, this
is not spying, this is OBSERVING."
Timon watched the lions
play, saw Simba dragging her with him into the pool and saw them
running into the fields out of sight.
He was so mad. He was
furious. How could Simba do this to them? Just walk away, just like
that after everything they had been through? They had saved his life
when he was small, raised him as their best friend and now he was
falling in love and leaving it all behind!
Timon
swallowed.
Who was he trying to fool? He was SO jealous at Simba.
It wasn't about Simba leaving them because of
that--that-whatever--her-name-was...It was because he had everything
now. He had someone to love, maybe he would have a family soon, cubs,
little Simbas...Timon swallowed again.
He HATED him. Timon kicked
a rock near his foot just to kick something. HE could've had it all
too, HE could've had a home and a family, HE could've had someone to
love. But he chose another kind of life. He was happy with it...at
least, at least he thought he was...
He HAD a family somewhere,
but...they didn't care anymore. They didn't approve him the way he
was, his lifestyle, his friends...they couldn't approve him. They
wanted a safe life in a safe colony with a safe family.
Timon
sighed. Maybe he wanted too, he didn't know...At least he couldn't
admit it, not to Pumbaa anyway. And he DID have someone who loved
him, at least had still loved when he left his colony. Maybe not
anymore, who knows...
"It's not fair," he whispered,
more to himself than to Pumbaa but he heard it anyway. "Did you
say something, Timon?"
Suddenly Timon felt angry again.
"NOT
- FAIR!"
He lifted his hand and swatted a branch near him.
Pumbaa was startled and almost backed up a bit. Timon felt himself
choking up. WHY? Why coudn't HE ever have what he really wanted. He
would never admit it, but it wasn't Hakuna Matata what he wanted. He
wanted a family. He wanted kits. He wanted someone to really love
him. The only thing left for him after Simba would be gone, was his
bestest best friend, Pumbaa. What if he would lose him, too? That
girl, that lioness, that - Nala, that's it - already was so close. If
she would've catched Pumbaa, Timon would be alone. He shivered a
little. He would never survive alone. Anything but that. Because that
was the thing he hated the most - being left all alone. Nothing else
mattered, as long as he had SOMEONE, even one friend, he was happy.
Just someone...to feel loved.
He couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was on the verge of breaking down. No more Simba, he just knew it. One person less to be there for him, one left to go...
"And if he falls in love tonight, it
can be assumed..." He couldn't go on. He turned to Pumbaa and
hugged him, the only friend he had left.
Pumbaa felt sad too, not
only for losing Simba, but because he too felt Timon was the only
friend there for him now. Neither of them could change their past
anymore, both were outcasts and they had grown to live like outcasts,
with no rules, with no responsibilities, and with no family anymore.
Pumbaa saw how sad Timon was too. Timon was never sad, unless it was
something really tragic so he figured this had to be very tragic. He
patted Timon friendly on the back and finished his thoughts:
"...his
carefree days with us are history..."
Both sang the last verse together:
"In short our pal is doomed!"