Oh my gumballs...where did those reviews come from? Holy gumballs! Guys! I didn't know you loved me that much! Wait...what was that? You love the story? Not me? Oh...Okay. I guess I'll just reply to some reviews then.
QueenBee2000: Welcome to yet another one of my stories, lol. You're everywhere. Oh and don't worry, we'll see more of Hoagie ^-^
ColorfulChaos: Oh no, you can''t mean that. That's awesome!
Superfaller8: Hiya, well it seems good. But you're gonna hate me o.o So like, don't give me false expectationsss
Thedarkknight: Oh, it's not that amazing. I'm a suckish writer
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Xanden: My writing style is so basic, lol. Thanks though ^-^
SpontaneousSugerRush: lol, this story is anything but funny. I such at humor and comedy, if you find anything funny it's probably just me being weird and bored during my typing.
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So yea, I read all the reviews guys ^-^ I spy a few of my usual readers too. If you read and review a lot, I'll eventually memorized your name and remember it forever. Actually I can name a few: Superfaller8, SpontaneousSugarRush, AceShadow, BartWLewis, MiyakoWolfy, QueenBee2000, sunshineg9, KNDNumbuuh3.4, Madison, Allenfairytale, Willkilltosurvive-wkts, IdeaMachine513, numbuh1x1, looneymania, FancyToaster, Robastar34, Kuki and Kimi, Blueninja10101, Eric Cartman forever, chlokidd, OMGOMG, XoXoAnimeAddictionXoXo, and ImJustAnonymous. If you are one of my dedicated readers who I adore very, very much and I just forgot your name PLEASE leave a review about it, I hate leaving my dedicated readers out. But anyway, back to the story ^-^
Wally's POV
"Woah," I enter through shiny crystal clear doors and look around. But...but it's not even GREEN! It's 2 floors and everything is clear glass. I wonder why they call it a green house if it's not even green or a house for that matter. I sigh and turn to voice my questions to the Hoagie Boy but he's already gone. The kid must really be annoyed by me, for what reason I have no idea. The kid's logic is beyond me. I start walking through the lower floor and look around. All I see is cruddy flowers, honestly who would spend their free time caring for flowers? Flowers are useless. I paused and listen, it's very quiet so I must be the only one here. What the crud? Did my teacher give me the independent shift? I frown, I wouldn't put it past him either. That's just like the old man, not wanting me to have any fun what so ever. Besides Hoagie wouldn't even tell me if there were hot girls working on here, or any girls at all for that matter. What if there were guys? Guys tending to flowers? Gay guys? What if there were gay guys and they...attacked me for my glorious to-die-for Aussie looks? You can't deny it...e'erbody want dis. So seeing how there was nothing to do and no one around to stop me from doing so, I pulled out my cell phone and leaned against a wall, deciding to text Nigel and see where he was. I sent him a text, but the bald jerk told me to get back to work and to 'have fun'. Was that a joke? Did he think he was funny? Well he wasn't. He would fail at being a comedian. Oh yea, he would fail. A lot. Like a lot a lot. Just saying. He would really fail. He's not funny. I pout, not one bit. I search through my contacts and decided to text my friend Jase. He'd find SOME way to entertain me.
W: Sup?
J: Waffles.
W: What?
J: Wut?
W: Jase, stop. What the crud are you doing with Waffles.
J: Uh, eating them? What else? Jeez, you act like I'm a cat or something.
W: ?
J: Don't deny it baby, you want my waffles
W: Jase. Jase stop
J: You want my syrup and whipped cream. Mmm, these waffles taste delicious
W: Was that a sexual joke? *cringe*
J: Uh, no? Ew, buttface. Go away and let me enjoy my non-sexual waffles. Bai.
W: Bye loser.
"What are you doing?" I look up as a voice speaks ever so softly. There's a girl in front of me and she's staring at me with wide eyes, I have to admit it's sorta creepy. I let my eyes wander over her body just so I can get a good um...idea of what she looks like. Honestly and unfortunately she's pretty plain. She has dark hair and it's really long. It down near her, um. Rear. It looks really soft and I'm extremely tempted to touch it but I don't because she already looks constipated and shocked if that's possible to look both at the same time. IS she constipated? The world may never know. Her skin is creamy and acne-free, what does she use to get it like that? She's wearing something I wouldn't expect of a girl to wear in this so-called 'green house'. She's dressed in these black tights that actually show off her figure, if you could call it that. The girl looks like a stick and don't call me a hypocrite because it's true. I've just been taking a break from working out for the past few...years. Moving on from my lack of muscle, she wore this really bright green sweater. It hung loosely from her torso and covered her hands due to the length of the sleeves. It appeared a few sizes too big because it drooped down to her thighs. I must have been staring too long because she squeaked out her next words shrilly. "What are you doing here?" She brought both hands up to her face to cover her mouth and cheeks. She was blushing! I wonder why. I'm not trying to flirt or anything but her voice was actually sort of cute, even though she sounded like a nervous wreck. It was high-pitched and had some childish tone to it. Her face was flaming and she had a small frown on her little lips. She looked like a kid. What was she? 12? She was short too, but...apparently taller than ME!? Now this, this set me off. Uh-uh. It's going down. I pushed off the wall and walk over to her. There was no freakin' way.
"Oi." I mutter walking straight up to her and staring her in the eyes. Or at least I tried to. Sadly I had to tilt my head up and look, but still I looked her right in the eyes. At my actions she blushed further and I just continued to stare her down...or stare her up, whateva. "How the crud is this sheila talluh than me?" I asked her indirectly. "Seriously, mate, how tall are you? I need a know!" I rant childishly. She seems to be talking to me, but I'm ignoring her until I figure out why she's taller than me. It doesn't make any since. I mean she's a girl and she looks like 12, I'm a sophomore in high school! I'm 16, this makes NO sense. I shake my head slowly and then...WOAH! Her eyes! Her cruddy eyes are on fire. Wait no not exactly. There's fire in her eyes. AH! AH! She looks mad! Maybe I should start listening.
"-like you!" She finished huffing and puffing. I want to laugh because I missed every single word she said AND because she looks like that used a lot of her little energy supply. She frowns suddenly. "You have no respect." She hissed, reaching down and grabbing a small pot. "I don't know who you are," She frowns. "Or what you're doing here, but you're obviously lost so please: the door is that way." She walks off slowly and I can't help but raise an eyebrow. Well, okay? Where did that burst of fieriness come from? Smirking a little, I decided to follow her and make her look stupid. I can't wait to see the look on her face when I tell her that I'm her new pal for the rest of the semester. Ha, she hates me so much already. I walk silently after her, hoping that she won't look back. Luckily she didn't and I followed her all the way up the stairs and into a room that literally reeked of soil. It burned my nose, it smelled so gross. But I still followed her, awaiting that hilarious face I knew she would make. What if it was shock? Fear? Disgust? I chuckle softly and watch her set to work. She went for a nice purple flower and used (I kid you not) her bare freakin' hands to lift it out of the small pot and place it into the much larger one that she had picked up downstairs. Her hands were caked in soil and she reached for a large bag of something and began to pour it into the free space around the plant. She uses her hands (ew, again) and evens he soil out. She sighs in content and picks up the pot, turning around and jumping a bit when she sees me there staring at her dirty hands. "Wh-What are you still doing here?" She asked in shock. I prepare to watch her face as I share the news.
"Well," I start then she surprises me.
"Actually, ya know what? I don't care." She says rudely and pushes past me. She marches past me and out of the room, still carrying the pot in her tiny dirty hands. I raise my eyebrows. She was fascinating, indeed. She'd be fun to annoy. I turn and follow her out.
"But I think you do," I said cockily. She throws a look over her shoulder that shows she's clearly uninterested.
"I assure you Mr. Beatles, I don't care." She said. My eyes widen. She knows my name? How did she know my name? That didn't make sense at all. What if she stalked me or something and she thinks I'm here to confront her? Believe me, I would have no problem with her being my stalker. Not that I think she's cute or anything, but Nigel might think she's cute. Then I could say that he has a creepy stalker like Lizzie Devine and I could have a cute stalker like...whatever this girl's name is. What is her name anyway? And if I don't know her name then how does she know mine? This honestly bothers me. She's taller than me AND she knows stuff about me? Maybe it's because I'm popular and everybody knows me and...well, no. That's not likely. Popular kids hate me, nerds do too. I don't even have a group. No one in the school likes me, but that's other news. The main focus here is figuring out how she knows my name.
"Well, you..." I know nothing about this girl. Her actions and personality are completely randomized. I have nothing on her or against her. I know no gossip about her. I don't even know her name. She's comfortable in this so-called 'green house' and I'm sticking out and feeling like I don't belong: which I don't. No moron would volunteer to work in a green house. With this girl's attitude I'm pretty sure this is a punishment for her too. No wonder she's in such a bad mood, she's probably stuck in the same boat that I am. Stuck in the same rut. Poor girl. Still my sympathy is washed away because I want an advantage of some sort and being myself I speak without thinking.
"Well," I start uncertainly and I sound weak. "You're pretty tall for a girl." I say. "What are you like 12? You're pretty tall." I repeat. She chuckles dryly.
"I wouldn't talk if I were you Wallabee," I cringe at my full name. I only allow close friends to use it and even then I have trouble coping. I don't know what my mum was thinking when she picked it out. I know we're Australian but did you have to name your son after a Macropodidae (which are kangaroos, wallabies, and other kangaroo relatives who are native in Australia). "You're pretty short for a sophomore." She giggled and I have to admit, it was cute. No, it was adorable. I didn't know girls could make a sound like that. I thought they only squeaked and squealed and made rabbit sounds. Her life was like a child's. Was she a child? Is 12-years-old considered a child? I think so. Besides how does she KNOW this stuff. She's knows my full name AND my grade? Maybe her mum is the principle? I think so. Yea, that makes sense. I scowl, so she's very well educated about me.
"You're being pretty mean to your new co-worker." I smirk, playing my final card which I knew would shut her down. But this girl is outrageous. She's doing the exact opposite of what I always expect she'll do. She didn't scream out in shock and drop the plant. She didn't collapse to her knees and cry out 'why me?', she didn't even scream in frustration and throw the plant towards my head. No, she surprised the living daylights out of me with her next words. She reached the bottom of the stairs and we stopped at the back door that led out into the flower garden. She looked me right in the eye with no fear or timidness. She spoke loud and clear just so she wouldn't have to repeat herself.
"Maybe I don't like my new co-worker." She said simply before pulling open the sliding glass door and stepping into the garden. My jaw dropped, wasn't I supposed to be surprising her? Why was she surprising me instead?
"Flowers are cruddy." It's been 30 minutes since I walked in the door of this hell hole. I got here at 2:45 like I was supposed to, and soon I'll be free to leave until tomorrow at 4:00 PM. Sadly it's only 3:15 and I still have 45 minutes to go. I sigh loudly and stare at her, trying to get her to look at me. I've been complaining for the past 15 minutes. It's Autumn and the wind is relaxing and stuff like that, I have better things to do then sit here and pot flowers and watch her work. There's a football game tonight and I know our team is going to lose but I just really need an excuse to leave, but she's been ignoring me since we stepped outside that glass door. I don't even know why she doesn't like me. I've never seen this girl in my life and I STILL don't know her name. This is pretty unfair if you ask me. I glare at her like the child I am. She still ignores me and I began to get annoyed by all these unanswered questions. Within minutes I snap. "What's your name?" I ask snappishly.
"What's yours?" She asks calmly.
"You KNOW mine." I hiss angrily. "Besides, I asked first." I pout, crud I AM a child. But mate, I'm a manly child. She stands to her feet and wipes her hands on her tights, causing brown smudges to appear. Haha, looks like..never mind. I really am a child. She looks at me and for a second I can't tell what she's thinking. She doesn't look annoyed nor happy in any way. She just looks very deep in thought. For a second she looks like she's about to speak, then she hesitates and then:
"Kuki." She said softly. She walks past me quietly and I raise an eyebrow. She actually seems sad now. Did she not enjoy sharing information about herself? Well it was only fear, she knows so much about me and I know nothing about her. Well except for her name. But that's a start, right? I stand there for a few seconds after before I follow her into the so-called 'green-house'. She's quiet now. Like quieter than before and it bothers me. For once in my life I feel bad. But, but I didn't DO anything. I can't stand the fact that she's upset with me when I didn't do anything. I shouldn't even care. What I should care about is that football game that I'm not attending. I sigh and feel the need to apologize for I don't know what, but I chose to stay quiet. I have no reason to apologize, Kuki's was just being bipolar. That's an odd name, Kuki. It's pretty cool actually. What would be a cool nickname? Cooky Kuki? Little John Sanban? Haha, wait. Sanban? Who's Sanban? Wait a second.
"Kuki," I say and worry that I mispronounced it in my stupor. "What's your last name?" I asked. She looks up from her bag and eyes me warily before looking back into her bag. She continues searching through her bag before she pulls out a book. A book? She sits down in the corner by the door and tucks her knees up to her chest as she starts reading.
"Sanban." She utters softly. I feel a grin tug at my lips, but I hold it back. How did I know her last name when I didn't even know her? Wait, did I know her? I purse my lips, she knows me. So I MUST know her. It makes sense. It's logical. It's...
"How old are you?"
"15." I pause. That could mean one of two things. She could be a Freshmen or... "I'm in your grade." She adds softly. My face pales. No wonder she knew me. Everyone in my grade knew me. Everyone in my grade...hated me. Wallabee Beatles, the skater boy. The kid who thought he was tough but in reality was short and had no muscles. The kid who hid his body under a huge orange sweater because before classes the jocks would find him and beat him up, causing him to be late all the time. Everyone in my grade hated me, it was no surprise that Kuki did too. But apparently I knew her. I knew her last name before she told me and it wasn't because I heard it in the gossip. No, I've heard her name few times. I can't remember exactly what I had been doing each time, but I do know-. I know that I've met her before. I lean on the counter top and look at the book she's reading. The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Isn't that one of those sad and depressing stories 'bout some kid who doesn't fit in and therefor labels himself as a so-called 'wallflower'. What does a wallflower even do? Is it like a flower on a wall? A...flower? OH! A flower! THAT'S why she's reading it. Kuki must be obsessed with flowers. Yes, I solved the mystery. Makes sense. "You're staring again." She murmurs as she reads. I smile unconsciously and nod.
"Have I met you before?" I asked quietly. She shrugs.
"I dunno, have you?" She asks. I bite my lip, she's so stubborn. But I've seen her mad once today, I don't want to do it again. I sigh and lean on my forearms. If she wants to be like that, then so can I.
"Have you met me?" I ask sarcastically.
"I don't know, have I?" She asked. I smirk, she took the bait.
"For someone who knows an awful lot about others, I find it odd that you don't know much about yourself." At my words her shoulders tense up and she frowns. She looks up at me and I peer into her dark eyes. They're really pretty, but not enough to make me attracted to her. "Kuki Sanban." I click my tongue. "I've met you before and apparently you know exactly what I'm talking about." I smirk. "Are you ticked off about something I did to you in the past? I mean," I bark out in laughter. "I don't even know you. Why are you so stubborn? If you tell me what I did, I'll apologize like the gentleman I am." I smile. Kuki scowls at me, and I don't like the look. She's too pretty to scowl. Anyway, my words must have had a grand effect on her. She stood up on her feet and slung her light purple backpack onto her shoulders. She looked me right in the eyes and I knew just from her demeanor that she was extremely pissed off.
"Maybe I don't like revealing much about myself, maybe I like it that way. Maybe I know a lot about you and maybe I don't like you. Maybe you're a cocky, self-conceited jerk. Maybe I'm pissed off because I'll be forced to work with said jerk. Maybe you did something in the past and maybe I AM stubborn. Maybe you should mind your own business." She spat angrily. "Maybe you should leave me the hell alone." My eyes widen as she swears for the first time ever. It was either her first time or she's just awkward because when she spoke she had trouble pronouncing the h-word. She stalked out of the room and back out in the garden. I wait a few seconds and then I run out after her. The garden's empty and she's gone, but there's no where else to go because the garden is boxed in. I lean against the back doorway and smirk whilst I cross my arms. She never fails to surprise me and it's only the first day.
I waited until 3:50 and she still hadn't appeared. It made no sense at all. The entire garden was boxed in with fences 8 feet high. There weren't rings for someone to grab onto and climb either. I doubt that Kuki could even manage to climb it anyway with a bag on her back and a book in her hand. I spend a few more minutes looking around from my post on the back doorstep and then before I realize it, my cell beeps and I look down to see a message from Nigel.
N: So how was it?
W: ?
N: Your first day in the greenhouse? It's 4:15, where have you been?
My eyes widen as I look at the clock in the corner. Indeed it's 4:15 and I've been standing here longer than necessary. I'm surprised. Time really flew, Kuki came running out here around 3:40. That was like 25 minutes ago. I frown and shove my cell back into my pocket, planning on texting Nigel when I get home. I look out into the flower garden once more and wrinkle my nose. It smells all girly and stuff, Kuki was obviously hiding somewhere and since i was free I wasn't going to waste anymore time on her than needed. I turned around and got my backpack, slinging it onto one shoulder and walking out of the so-called 'green house' attempting to look as manly as one can whilst exiting a so-called 'green house'. I decide to wander around for a bit and frown when I realize my usual gang of friends isn't where they usually are after school. Despite what I said earlier I DO have friends, if you call them that. It's a gang of skater kids, I don't even know their names and I'm pretty sure they don't know mine but we put up with each other so I guess we're friends. I walk down the hallway and frown when I see Ace. Ace in complete is a jerk. He and I are in no way connect. He dislikes me and I hate him. He's the one who helps spread the rumors about me, he's the one who tells the jocks where I am before classes, and he's the one who pays the jocks to let him record it when they beat me up. I look away when we walk past each other, but he doesn't say anything. Yet I know from experience that he's smirking behind his cheesy sunglasses. He thinks he's so cool. He is. Ugh. I hate him. I walk out the school's front doors and breath in the fresh air. Sure I had to work in the so-called 'green house' but it was still a nice day and I deserved that much. As I took a step down, I heard thunder crack and lightning flashed. I was pelted with little rain drops.
And as soon as a daredevil utters the words, "Piece of cake," before attempting a stunt he is doomed. "Piece of cake," becomes his famous last words.
Ooh, We meet Kuki. Yay ^-^ Don't worry Abby, Nigel, And Hoagie shall soon find their ways into the main plot line. And throughout the story Wally will text his close friends a lot, especially Jase so be prepared for awesomeness, but Jase sadly will NOT be a major character role in the story because I don't want my OC to take the spotlight like we all know he will. So I leave you with these 4, 216 words to enjoy it and you guys know what to do:
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