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Anyways, I'll roll chapter 5.
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Chapter Five:
Being transformed into an optimist, I had already woken up the next day, early in the morning with a smile in my face. Currently I was arranging the pet litter in my cage so I could be a little more comfortable. I usually did this in the morning before I arrived at the clubhouse.
It was very early in the morning, as the time on Maria's clock told me in red lights it was about 7:00.
And that's what surprised me the most when I saw Hamtaro on my windowsill that morning. He was looking out the window, gazing at the pink sky outside intently. I never thought he could ever be such a early riser, rising earlier than me.
"Hamtaro? What are you doing here?" I asked him.
My sudden voice appeared to have surprised him, as I was sleeping a moment before.
"Oh! Uh... hi Bijou! I'm so glad you woke up so early today. I was waiting for a long time. I want to talk to you about something... before anyone decides to come over here, and listen to our talk."
There were small, desperate glimmers of hope even when he said things like that. Somehow, my hope was getting a bit too large. But even still, right now, I was almost sure that Hamtaro had "those" feelings about me, as I did for him.
"What is it Hamtaro? I'll be happy to discuss anything with you," I said, assertively.
"okay..." Hamtaro blushed several hundred shades of pink. Just looking at him blushing like that made me sigh.
I could only wonder about what was in his mind, but I was still dying to know.
"Bijou... I think I've fallen in love," he declared finally, almost embarassed.
My heart stopped beating. I was having trouble catching my breath. My hope grew so large, that things were going out of control again, maybe.
"Huh? Is something wrong?" Hamtaro interrupted himself, seeing me.
"N-no... There's nothing wrong with that."
I was only about to ask him who he was in love with, but he told me first. I suppose that was a good thing, because I probably wouldn't be able to ask him myself without fainting of nervousness.
"I think... I... um, like... Pashmina," he slowly spoke nervously.
Now, I was really having trouble breathing. "W-w-well... That's... um... great! There's nothing wrong with that! Uh... he... Why are you so nervous about telling me, o-or, f-for that matter, anyone?"
Hamtaro looked at me as if I was doing something very peculiar. I, on the other hand, was slowly getting sick.
"Are you sure you are okay, Bijou?"
"Yes... I'm fine." I regained my composure, and tried to act calm.
"Oh... 'kay, So Bijou... do you think... do you think she might like me too?"
You know, I could have said no. I could have convinced him to give up on Pashmina. That's how trusting he was to a friend like me. But I couldn't do that. Hamtaro was one of my best friends, and I wanted him to be happy. So gave him the reply he wanted, and the one that was probably true...
"There's a good chance of that," I said softly.
Hamtaro's eyes lit up slightly. My heart fell to the bottom of my body, forgotten, and abused.
"You should just tell her your feelings." I said hypocritically. "There is only one way to find out if she really likes you."
Hamtaro looked hesitant, as if he wanted more information. But I really didn't have much more to give him.
"Just be brave, I'm sure you are good at that."
"Okay, thanks Bijou. You've really made me feel better about myself. I'll see you at the clubhouse today."
As Hamtaro left, I felt as if I had a hole in my heart. I didn't feel myself anymore. I felt... sick. I didn't feel whole. I wanted to die.
Soon enough, I was crying... and crying... making my wood shavings beneath me moist. I got more intense slowly. And after a bit, I was having trouble breathing... talking... thinking...
*****
I never went to the clubhouse that day. It took me a long time to stop crying. My eyes were red with constant wetness.
But in the middle of the day, I saw Stan pass my house on the way to his. My voice, croaking from pain, cried out in a desperate voice. "Stan, come here!"
Stan looked up at me. He looked at me, and could see I was in great pain, so he climbed up.
"Uh. So what is it..." Stan said softly, but not soothingly, it was as if he was tired that day and almost didn't want to talk to me.
I told him about my predicament. I explained all my pain for him.
"You know," Stan said, "You have to sometimes give up on these Ham-hams. Being this obsessed is going to hurt you when you fail."
"When I fail. Are you suggesting that he won't ever be in my arms?"
"Eh..." stuttered Stan. "no..."
He looked at me as if I was crazy. He couldn't understand why I still was all over him, even when he had distinctly claimed that he liked my friend Pashmina.
"Is there something I can do, Stan? Is there something?!"
Stan sighed. He realized I had no intention to give up on him. "Okay, fine..." he conceded in a tone that seemed annoyed.
As a result, I asked him. "Are you annoyed by me?"
Stan shook his head. "No, Bijou, I'm not annoyed by you. But now, I'm starting to think I don't understand you." Stan continued. "Okay, I'll help you. I'll try to pursue Pashmina."
"B-but... do you like her?" I asked nervously.
"Not exactly. Maybe a little," he admitted truthfully.
"But that's so harsh! That's inhumane! So you are just going to break up with her after Hamtaro just gives up?"
"I thought you said you wanted him," quizzed Stan.
"I do, but I don't want you to use that evil to help me!" My anger was rising.
Stan simply sighed. "Then I really don't know what I should do."
We were really silent for a long time. But I was the one who broke the silence.
"Who do *you* like Stan?"
Stan shook his head. "That's my problem. I don't think I like anyone. I haven't found anyone who is... um... uh... don't take any offense... anyone who is good enough for me. I think."
I simply nodded. I didn't know how to respond.
"Well, I'll be leaving now, I guess," said Stan. His face was full of guilt and sadness for me.
*****
Once I was calm again, I sat in the house of my cage. All I did, was think, and ask myself questions.
I had worked so hard for Hamtaro's heart, and I still didn't have it. Now it was confirmed that he didn't like me.
"Wait a moment," I thought. I got thinking.
I liked Stan a little bit, but I really liked Hamtaro. If that was possible, than maybe Hamtaro liked me a little bit as well.
I had not lost him yet. I still had hope. I still had the hope that Stan gave to me originally, with that talk we once had.
Now was the last stand. Now I was going to work harder. Now, I was going to make Hamtaro mine.
Anyways, I'll roll chapter 5.
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Chapter Five:
Being transformed into an optimist, I had already woken up the next day, early in the morning with a smile in my face. Currently I was arranging the pet litter in my cage so I could be a little more comfortable. I usually did this in the morning before I arrived at the clubhouse.
It was very early in the morning, as the time on Maria's clock told me in red lights it was about 7:00.
And that's what surprised me the most when I saw Hamtaro on my windowsill that morning. He was looking out the window, gazing at the pink sky outside intently. I never thought he could ever be such a early riser, rising earlier than me.
"Hamtaro? What are you doing here?" I asked him.
My sudden voice appeared to have surprised him, as I was sleeping a moment before.
"Oh! Uh... hi Bijou! I'm so glad you woke up so early today. I was waiting for a long time. I want to talk to you about something... before anyone decides to come over here, and listen to our talk."
There were small, desperate glimmers of hope even when he said things like that. Somehow, my hope was getting a bit too large. But even still, right now, I was almost sure that Hamtaro had "those" feelings about me, as I did for him.
"What is it Hamtaro? I'll be happy to discuss anything with you," I said, assertively.
"okay..." Hamtaro blushed several hundred shades of pink. Just looking at him blushing like that made me sigh.
I could only wonder about what was in his mind, but I was still dying to know.
"Bijou... I think I've fallen in love," he declared finally, almost embarassed.
My heart stopped beating. I was having trouble catching my breath. My hope grew so large, that things were going out of control again, maybe.
"Huh? Is something wrong?" Hamtaro interrupted himself, seeing me.
"N-no... There's nothing wrong with that."
I was only about to ask him who he was in love with, but he told me first. I suppose that was a good thing, because I probably wouldn't be able to ask him myself without fainting of nervousness.
"I think... I... um, like... Pashmina," he slowly spoke nervously.
Now, I was really having trouble breathing. "W-w-well... That's... um... great! There's nothing wrong with that! Uh... he... Why are you so nervous about telling me, o-or, f-for that matter, anyone?"
Hamtaro looked at me as if I was doing something very peculiar. I, on the other hand, was slowly getting sick.
"Are you sure you are okay, Bijou?"
"Yes... I'm fine." I regained my composure, and tried to act calm.
"Oh... 'kay, So Bijou... do you think... do you think she might like me too?"
You know, I could have said no. I could have convinced him to give up on Pashmina. That's how trusting he was to a friend like me. But I couldn't do that. Hamtaro was one of my best friends, and I wanted him to be happy. So gave him the reply he wanted, and the one that was probably true...
"There's a good chance of that," I said softly.
Hamtaro's eyes lit up slightly. My heart fell to the bottom of my body, forgotten, and abused.
"You should just tell her your feelings." I said hypocritically. "There is only one way to find out if she really likes you."
Hamtaro looked hesitant, as if he wanted more information. But I really didn't have much more to give him.
"Just be brave, I'm sure you are good at that."
"Okay, thanks Bijou. You've really made me feel better about myself. I'll see you at the clubhouse today."
As Hamtaro left, I felt as if I had a hole in my heart. I didn't feel myself anymore. I felt... sick. I didn't feel whole. I wanted to die.
Soon enough, I was crying... and crying... making my wood shavings beneath me moist. I got more intense slowly. And after a bit, I was having trouble breathing... talking... thinking...
*****
I never went to the clubhouse that day. It took me a long time to stop crying. My eyes were red with constant wetness.
But in the middle of the day, I saw Stan pass my house on the way to his. My voice, croaking from pain, cried out in a desperate voice. "Stan, come here!"
Stan looked up at me. He looked at me, and could see I was in great pain, so he climbed up.
"Uh. So what is it..." Stan said softly, but not soothingly, it was as if he was tired that day and almost didn't want to talk to me.
I told him about my predicament. I explained all my pain for him.
"You know," Stan said, "You have to sometimes give up on these Ham-hams. Being this obsessed is going to hurt you when you fail."
"When I fail. Are you suggesting that he won't ever be in my arms?"
"Eh..." stuttered Stan. "no..."
He looked at me as if I was crazy. He couldn't understand why I still was all over him, even when he had distinctly claimed that he liked my friend Pashmina.
"Is there something I can do, Stan? Is there something?!"
Stan sighed. He realized I had no intention to give up on him. "Okay, fine..." he conceded in a tone that seemed annoyed.
As a result, I asked him. "Are you annoyed by me?"
Stan shook his head. "No, Bijou, I'm not annoyed by you. But now, I'm starting to think I don't understand you." Stan continued. "Okay, I'll help you. I'll try to pursue Pashmina."
"B-but... do you like her?" I asked nervously.
"Not exactly. Maybe a little," he admitted truthfully.
"But that's so harsh! That's inhumane! So you are just going to break up with her after Hamtaro just gives up?"
"I thought you said you wanted him," quizzed Stan.
"I do, but I don't want you to use that evil to help me!" My anger was rising.
Stan simply sighed. "Then I really don't know what I should do."
We were really silent for a long time. But I was the one who broke the silence.
"Who do *you* like Stan?"
Stan shook his head. "That's my problem. I don't think I like anyone. I haven't found anyone who is... um... uh... don't take any offense... anyone who is good enough for me. I think."
I simply nodded. I didn't know how to respond.
"Well, I'll be leaving now, I guess," said Stan. His face was full of guilt and sadness for me.
*****
Once I was calm again, I sat in the house of my cage. All I did, was think, and ask myself questions.
I had worked so hard for Hamtaro's heart, and I still didn't have it. Now it was confirmed that he didn't like me.
"Wait a moment," I thought. I got thinking.
I liked Stan a little bit, but I really liked Hamtaro. If that was possible, than maybe Hamtaro liked me a little bit as well.
I had not lost him yet. I still had hope. I still had the hope that Stan gave to me originally, with that talk we once had.
Now was the last stand. Now I was going to work harder. Now, I was going to make Hamtaro mine.