Oh Boy
Summary: Wally wishes Kuki as his girlfriend, and he has a dream of that wish coming true. But is it as good as he bargained for? 3/4 (Don't worry, I still love this couple, but I know how it would turn out at their age.)
Is it just me, or are they always comparing Numbuh Four to a hamster? Like, in G.H.O.S.T., when Numbuh Three was crying and saying the final words of Chubbo at his funeral, she was completely describing Numbuh Four. "He was the smallest one of us" "Acted like he was bigger and tougher then he really was" "He wasn't very smart, but he had a big heart" Etc. Etc.!! And notice Numbuh Four wasn't present, just to give you the idea they were burying him! And they never said, "Chubbo" until Numbuh Four stomped in and was mad that the funeral wasn't over yet. Also, he said they weren't so bad at the end once the Hamsters saved them from the Ghost Hamster(s). Also, in P.I.A.N.O., they had a hamster replace him! XD
"Argh!" Wallabee Beatles/Numbuh Four of the Kids Next Door yelled, flopping on his bedroom wrestling ring. His cheeks were flushed red, his jeans torn, his hair looking as if he had been sleeping in dirt and dust. The eleven year old rubbed the dirt off of his cheek and then sighed. "Why, WHY DOES SHE DO THIS TO MEH!?" He asked himself.
He punched the wrestling ring's blue floor, "Yeah, yeah. I know I saved 'er and the other cruddy girls from bein' blasted to Pluto, but did she HAVE to hug meh like that today? I blush every single time she does that." He yelled, burying his head in his arms.
"Why do I like 'er like that!? Girls are cruddy, Rainbow Monkey- lovin', make-up obsessin', gigglin', dress wearin', ARGH!" He yelled. He banged his head repeatedly on the ring's floor, then sighed once again.
"I dun't unduhstand. I get an awful feelin' in ma' stomach, I blush, and I get dat warm feelin' whenever she hugs meh or talks to meh and sometimes when she just looks at meh now! I thought it would go away, but nooo and look at me! Givin' in to a cruddy girl!" He yelled.
"But I do want 'er to feel the same way 'bout meh." He stated. "And just like the cruddy teenaguhs I want her to be my girlfriend." He admitted, the red returning to his cheeks.
"Hey, school's starting soon, right? And then you will only see her there, since you stay at your own house on school days and Sundays. Leaving only Saturday to be with her and the Kids Next Door." His conscience reminded him.
"I know this is kinduh weird, but I don't wanna be away from 'er. I hate the cruddy feelin', but I dunno if the feelin' of missin' 'er is worse then bein' embarrassed around 'er." Wally replied, wrapping his blanket over his blue and orange footed pajamas.
"Only time will tell..." His conscience comforted as he drifted off to sleep.
Wally and Kuki were alone, sitting out on the deck of the KND Tree House at night, looking at the stars. He felt as if he wanted to throw up whenever he thought about her or looked at her. He shook his head and decided to just leave. "I dunno if I can take this anymore..." He thought to himself, until he felt something grab his arm and hold him back.
"Why do you always run away an' leave me whenever we're alone, Numbuh Four?" Kuki asked, worried and confused expression on her Asian face.
"W-What!?" Wally mumbled, feeling the blood drain his face.
"Do you hate me THAAAT much?" Kuki asked, looking as if she was going to cry. She wiped her nose with the other sleeve, and then sniffed again. Her grip on his arm was still tight.
"N-N-No. It's not that at all..." He stated, trying to walk away with his beet-red face.
"Then what is it?" She asked, collapsing on the ground. "Is it because of the Hamsters? Am I mean to you? Am I ugly? Is it because..." Kuki listed, her face buried in her sleeves crying, making it hard for Wally to make out what she said.
"N-No, Numbuh Three, it's not you at all. It's meh. I bettuh leave..." He replied, not wanting to make Kuki feel any worse.
"P-Please don't go, Numbuh Four;" Kuki yelled, "What's wrong!?"
"Ah, it's nothing..." Wally stated, waving his hand to explain. He was about to go inside, but he saw Kuki on the ground, sobbing in her sleeves again. A deep sigh escaped his lips. "How could I do this to 'er!? Wait a minute. I didn't say ANYTHIN' to 'er. Why does she feel sad and why do I feel sick!?" He thought to himself.
"Numbuh Three, I feel bad and you feel just as bad from what I can tell, so maybe if we just separate things'll get bettuh." Wally explained, expecting Kuki to stop crying but she just looked up to him with tear- filled eyes. Innocent eyes, like a baby deer.
"N-No. Just tell me. Why are you mad at me!?" She screamed, hiccupping. Wally's heart was pierced with the sharpest knife possible. He leaned down and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't hate you, Numbuh Three. It's just for some reason, let meh remind you I have no control of 'dis, but whenevuh I see you, I feel sick and so I walk away and it gets bettuh once I stop thinkin' 'bout you." Wally replied, sighing, as he finally started to let his guilt spew out.
"But why!?" Kuki yelled, sniffing, "How do I make you sick!?"
"Nothing you've done makes meh sick, Numbuh Three. It's meh that makes meh sick. I bettuh go now..." Wally stated, getting up.
"But whenever you leave I get sad!" Kuki cried, looking up at him again with a tear-streaked face.
"ARGH!" Wally yelled, then grabbed her arm and then made her stand up. He put his arms on her shoulders to make her a few inches shorter and look him straight in the eyes. "Don't you get it, Numbuh Three!? I...I...Um, how do I say this, I like ya!! A WHOLE LOT!"
"What!? But I thought I made you sick!" Kuki replied, not liking the pressure on her shoulders.
"You do! But neither of us can help it so I'll just stay her with ya so ya won't be sad. At least one of us will get bettuh..." Wally explained, sitting down on the swinging bench, head leaning on the hand that was on the arm rest. "Why would meh leavin' make 'er sad!?" He mumbled to himself, "Cruddy girl..."
Kuki smiled, and for once she was blushing! (Realize this is BEFORE Operation: E.N.D. and a dream so there really hasn't been any record of her blushing while talking/seeing Wally.) She hopped onto the swinging chair as well, making it shake a bit. "You really like me a whole lot, Numbuh Four?" Kuki asked, making the chair swing.
"Yeah, yeah, whatevuh..." Wally replied, trying to ignore the subject. He sighed.
"No, really. Do you like me a really really really really REALLY REALLY LOT!?" Kuki asked. Wally was about to say, "Don't press your luck." but that wasn't being honest. So, he just decided to say nothing.
It was Kuki's turned to sigh as she gave the chair another boost, making it swing longer. She groaned, then sighed, then groaned again. Both Wally and Kuki wanted to say something during this awkward silence. So Kuki decided to whisper, "...Because I like you that much."
Wally was about to go to sleep when he blinked, shook his head, and then turned to her and yelled, "WHAT!?"
Kuki was blushing, deciding she couldn't face him. After all, it would be quite embarrassing if he didn't feel the same way. "Never mind..." She mumbled, curling up in a ball on the swinging chair.
"No, wait! D-Did you say you like me a whole lot, too!?" He asked furiously, grabbing her arm and turning her toward him.
"...Yeah." She mumbled, sighing.
"N-Numbuh Three!! THAT'S GREAT! Now I won't be sick anymore!" He yelled, jumping off the chair and celebrating.
"You won't? That means I won't be sad anymore!" She yelled, jumping off the chair as well and paraded around the deck in happiness. Wally grabbed her hands and they danced and twisted in excitement.
They sat down on the swinging chair again, after they got tired of dancing. The chair rocked back and forth as the pair relaxed, now that their problems left them.
"Numbuh Four?" Numbuh Three asked, rubbing her legs for warmth, the coldness of the air getting to her.
"Yeah?" The uberly-happy boy answered, not a care in the world.
"Why does it make you not sick anymore if I like you as much as I do?" She asked, covering her frozen ears.
"Because it worried meh to think that I lov-liked you so much and ya didn't like meh as much. You really did mean it, right, Numbuh Three?"
"Of course, silly. B-But are we more then friends now, Numbuh Four?" She asked, staring at him with those same innocent eyes.
"I-I dunno..." He mumbled, "Do you, uh, wanna be?"
"I've always wanted a boyfriend..." She admitted, now that both of them were blushing.
"Y'know, Numbuh Three... I've always wanted you as my girlfriend..." He replied, as she smiled and hugged him.
"What the!?" Wally yelled, gasping for air, as sweat trailed his pajamas. "That was the weirdest dream... The best, but the weirdest..." He stated, still feeling tired and passing out on the mat.
Don't worry! (Hopefully.) It's not over! There's still chapters to come! Mostly dreams, unfortunately. :( But anyways, thank you for reading this and please add tips for improvements or flames. Whatever you want. I can't really stop you if you think this sucked.
I advertised this in my previous fic, "I Miss You". Cute, no? Expect the sequel after this one. Also, I am absolutely SICK of all the romance fics on here. So, Pikastarr convinced me to write my fic about Tommy, Hoagie's little brother! :D
Summary: Wally wishes Kuki as his girlfriend, and he has a dream of that wish coming true. But is it as good as he bargained for? 3/4 (Don't worry, I still love this couple, but I know how it would turn out at their age.)
Is it just me, or are they always comparing Numbuh Four to a hamster? Like, in G.H.O.S.T., when Numbuh Three was crying and saying the final words of Chubbo at his funeral, she was completely describing Numbuh Four. "He was the smallest one of us" "Acted like he was bigger and tougher then he really was" "He wasn't very smart, but he had a big heart" Etc. Etc.!! And notice Numbuh Four wasn't present, just to give you the idea they were burying him! And they never said, "Chubbo" until Numbuh Four stomped in and was mad that the funeral wasn't over yet. Also, he said they weren't so bad at the end once the Hamsters saved them from the Ghost Hamster(s). Also, in P.I.A.N.O., they had a hamster replace him! XD
"Argh!" Wallabee Beatles/Numbuh Four of the Kids Next Door yelled, flopping on his bedroom wrestling ring. His cheeks were flushed red, his jeans torn, his hair looking as if he had been sleeping in dirt and dust. The eleven year old rubbed the dirt off of his cheek and then sighed. "Why, WHY DOES SHE DO THIS TO MEH!?" He asked himself.
He punched the wrestling ring's blue floor, "Yeah, yeah. I know I saved 'er and the other cruddy girls from bein' blasted to Pluto, but did she HAVE to hug meh like that today? I blush every single time she does that." He yelled, burying his head in his arms.
"Why do I like 'er like that!? Girls are cruddy, Rainbow Monkey- lovin', make-up obsessin', gigglin', dress wearin', ARGH!" He yelled. He banged his head repeatedly on the ring's floor, then sighed once again.
"I dun't unduhstand. I get an awful feelin' in ma' stomach, I blush, and I get dat warm feelin' whenever she hugs meh or talks to meh and sometimes when she just looks at meh now! I thought it would go away, but nooo and look at me! Givin' in to a cruddy girl!" He yelled.
"But I do want 'er to feel the same way 'bout meh." He stated. "And just like the cruddy teenaguhs I want her to be my girlfriend." He admitted, the red returning to his cheeks.
"Hey, school's starting soon, right? And then you will only see her there, since you stay at your own house on school days and Sundays. Leaving only Saturday to be with her and the Kids Next Door." His conscience reminded him.
"I know this is kinduh weird, but I don't wanna be away from 'er. I hate the cruddy feelin', but I dunno if the feelin' of missin' 'er is worse then bein' embarrassed around 'er." Wally replied, wrapping his blanket over his blue and orange footed pajamas.
"Only time will tell..." His conscience comforted as he drifted off to sleep.
Wally and Kuki were alone, sitting out on the deck of the KND Tree House at night, looking at the stars. He felt as if he wanted to throw up whenever he thought about her or looked at her. He shook his head and decided to just leave. "I dunno if I can take this anymore..." He thought to himself, until he felt something grab his arm and hold him back.
"Why do you always run away an' leave me whenever we're alone, Numbuh Four?" Kuki asked, worried and confused expression on her Asian face.
"W-What!?" Wally mumbled, feeling the blood drain his face.
"Do you hate me THAAAT much?" Kuki asked, looking as if she was going to cry. She wiped her nose with the other sleeve, and then sniffed again. Her grip on his arm was still tight.
"N-N-No. It's not that at all..." He stated, trying to walk away with his beet-red face.
"Then what is it?" She asked, collapsing on the ground. "Is it because of the Hamsters? Am I mean to you? Am I ugly? Is it because..." Kuki listed, her face buried in her sleeves crying, making it hard for Wally to make out what she said.
"N-No, Numbuh Three, it's not you at all. It's meh. I bettuh leave..." He replied, not wanting to make Kuki feel any worse.
"P-Please don't go, Numbuh Four;" Kuki yelled, "What's wrong!?"
"Ah, it's nothing..." Wally stated, waving his hand to explain. He was about to go inside, but he saw Kuki on the ground, sobbing in her sleeves again. A deep sigh escaped his lips. "How could I do this to 'er!? Wait a minute. I didn't say ANYTHIN' to 'er. Why does she feel sad and why do I feel sick!?" He thought to himself.
"Numbuh Three, I feel bad and you feel just as bad from what I can tell, so maybe if we just separate things'll get bettuh." Wally explained, expecting Kuki to stop crying but she just looked up to him with tear- filled eyes. Innocent eyes, like a baby deer.
"N-No. Just tell me. Why are you mad at me!?" She screamed, hiccupping. Wally's heart was pierced with the sharpest knife possible. He leaned down and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't hate you, Numbuh Three. It's just for some reason, let meh remind you I have no control of 'dis, but whenevuh I see you, I feel sick and so I walk away and it gets bettuh once I stop thinkin' 'bout you." Wally replied, sighing, as he finally started to let his guilt spew out.
"But why!?" Kuki yelled, sniffing, "How do I make you sick!?"
"Nothing you've done makes meh sick, Numbuh Three. It's meh that makes meh sick. I bettuh go now..." Wally stated, getting up.
"But whenever you leave I get sad!" Kuki cried, looking up at him again with a tear-streaked face.
"ARGH!" Wally yelled, then grabbed her arm and then made her stand up. He put his arms on her shoulders to make her a few inches shorter and look him straight in the eyes. "Don't you get it, Numbuh Three!? I...I...Um, how do I say this, I like ya!! A WHOLE LOT!"
"What!? But I thought I made you sick!" Kuki replied, not liking the pressure on her shoulders.
"You do! But neither of us can help it so I'll just stay her with ya so ya won't be sad. At least one of us will get bettuh..." Wally explained, sitting down on the swinging bench, head leaning on the hand that was on the arm rest. "Why would meh leavin' make 'er sad!?" He mumbled to himself, "Cruddy girl..."
Kuki smiled, and for once she was blushing! (Realize this is BEFORE Operation: E.N.D. and a dream so there really hasn't been any record of her blushing while talking/seeing Wally.) She hopped onto the swinging chair as well, making it shake a bit. "You really like me a whole lot, Numbuh Four?" Kuki asked, making the chair swing.
"Yeah, yeah, whatevuh..." Wally replied, trying to ignore the subject. He sighed.
"No, really. Do you like me a really really really really REALLY REALLY LOT!?" Kuki asked. Wally was about to say, "Don't press your luck." but that wasn't being honest. So, he just decided to say nothing.
It was Kuki's turned to sigh as she gave the chair another boost, making it swing longer. She groaned, then sighed, then groaned again. Both Wally and Kuki wanted to say something during this awkward silence. So Kuki decided to whisper, "...Because I like you that much."
Wally was about to go to sleep when he blinked, shook his head, and then turned to her and yelled, "WHAT!?"
Kuki was blushing, deciding she couldn't face him. After all, it would be quite embarrassing if he didn't feel the same way. "Never mind..." She mumbled, curling up in a ball on the swinging chair.
"No, wait! D-Did you say you like me a whole lot, too!?" He asked furiously, grabbing her arm and turning her toward him.
"...Yeah." She mumbled, sighing.
"N-Numbuh Three!! THAT'S GREAT! Now I won't be sick anymore!" He yelled, jumping off the chair and celebrating.
"You won't? That means I won't be sad anymore!" She yelled, jumping off the chair as well and paraded around the deck in happiness. Wally grabbed her hands and they danced and twisted in excitement.
They sat down on the swinging chair again, after they got tired of dancing. The chair rocked back and forth as the pair relaxed, now that their problems left them.
"Numbuh Four?" Numbuh Three asked, rubbing her legs for warmth, the coldness of the air getting to her.
"Yeah?" The uberly-happy boy answered, not a care in the world.
"Why does it make you not sick anymore if I like you as much as I do?" She asked, covering her frozen ears.
"Because it worried meh to think that I lov-liked you so much and ya didn't like meh as much. You really did mean it, right, Numbuh Three?"
"Of course, silly. B-But are we more then friends now, Numbuh Four?" She asked, staring at him with those same innocent eyes.
"I-I dunno..." He mumbled, "Do you, uh, wanna be?"
"I've always wanted a boyfriend..." She admitted, now that both of them were blushing.
"Y'know, Numbuh Three... I've always wanted you as my girlfriend..." He replied, as she smiled and hugged him.
"What the!?" Wally yelled, gasping for air, as sweat trailed his pajamas. "That was the weirdest dream... The best, but the weirdest..." He stated, still feeling tired and passing out on the mat.
Don't worry! (Hopefully.) It's not over! There's still chapters to come! Mostly dreams, unfortunately. :( But anyways, thank you for reading this and please add tips for improvements or flames. Whatever you want. I can't really stop you if you think this sucked.
I advertised this in my previous fic, "I Miss You". Cute, no? Expect the sequel after this one. Also, I am absolutely SICK of all the romance fics on here. So, Pikastarr convinced me to write my fic about Tommy, Hoagie's little brother! :D