Wakko was curled up on the bathroom rug in front of the toilet. Exhaustion weighed heavily on his limbs, as if someone had laid anvils on them. A hurricane of irritation and anger swirled in Wakko's chest as he thought over what had just happened.

Talking to Yakko had started off fine before it began to feel less like questions and more like an interrogation so he decided to lie in the hopes of his Yakko having the answers that he hoped for and not the answers that he needed. No way was he going to just give Yakko the truth. Not after that mean stuff he had said in the interview.

Besides, staying here had at least one perk. That he didn't have to let Yakko see how bad off he was.

Not like he would care, anyways…

Something twisted deeply in Wakko's chest at that awful thought.

After a while of laying there, Wakko decided that he was going to get up off the floor, leave the bathroom, and go back to bed to sleep. Sleep would help calm him down and it would help him avoid Yakko for a while.

Wakko began to push himself up off the cold tiled floor as he got about halfway his arms wobbled and promptly gave out. He fell face-first back down onto the rug.

So much for gettin' up, he thought ruefully.

Wakko huffed a sigh. As much as he hated to think about it; he was going to have to ask Yakko for help. It was the only way. Despite the annoyance and anger continuing to swirl around in his chest.

He was readying himself to ask for help right as he heard Dot squealing about something. As he titled his ears back, he listened in as Dot asked Yakko to watch Lethal Weapon with her. His eyes went wide as he heard Yakko say yes and both of them walked away from the bathroom door.

Wakko couldn't believe it, Yakko had walked away from him for Dot. Didn't Yakko care for him? Didn't he love him? Surely he did, right?

Right?

The words from the interview popped up into his mind despite his own mental pleas not to:

"Weeeeelll…I guess if I had to pick a favorite it would be Yakko."

Why d'you love Yakko more than me? he wondered. Is it 'cause he talks more? Is it 'cause he isn't as gross?

"Look, the reason why I think that Dot is my favorite sibling is because...well...y'see."

I can fix it, I can be better, he thought sadly. 'M just as good as Dot…I can prove it.

"It's just that Dot doesn't really cry a whole lot. She's not so... emotional I guess is the right word."

I can change, I won't be emotional anymore….please, Yakko, I can fix it. I can be better…

"I guess it's true. Yakko really does love Dot more than me. 'M just the useless middle sibling." Wakko wanted to just give up and cry at that moment and he almost did. The tears were so close to forming. The only thing stopping him was the promise that he had secretly made to himself earlier. The promise that he wouldn't cry or be emotional.

This promise was going to save him. It was going to make Yakko love him again, it just had to! A sort of determination flooded through Wakko as he thought of this.

Although, it looked like he had already broken half of that promise by being angry and snapping at his older brother for the past however long.

So Wakko swore to himself right then and there that he wouldn't cry, at all. No matter what. Any time that he felt like he was going to cry he would tug on his own ears until the feeling went away.

The feeling of crying was still strong inside of him so Wakko tugged on his ears until the feeling went away. And it worked. He didn't feel sad anymore! But strangely he did begin to feel rather sleepy.

With that out of the way, Wakko did the only thing that he could at that moment. He rolled around onto his side on the bathroom rug to get comfortable and promptly fell asleep.


About thirty minutes or so passed before Wakko woke abruptly to the sound of someone banging their fist on the bathroom door. He had had a dreamless sleep which he was slightly happy for.

The happiness quickly wilted as he heard that it was Yakko at the door.

"Wak, you've been in there for a while. Are you okay?" Concern laced Yakko's voice as he asked. This made Wakko begin to feel irritated once again. How could Yakko keep pretending to care about him? Was it a game to him to be so two faced? What would be the prize for slowly breaking his heart?

All of these internal questions were causing the irritation within him to curl tightly around his heart in a kind of vice grip and made his eyelid twitch.

"I'm fine!" Wakko snapped. Right as the words left his lips, he instantly cringed. He really needed to get a reign on his emotions — and quickly.

"If you don't come out of this bathroom at once mister I'm going to find the spare key. Come in there and drag you out!" Yakko snapped back before stomping away from the bathroom door.

Oh no. This wasn't good. Wakko started to feel a slow panic rising inside of him. He couldn't let Yakko see him like this. He really, really needed to get a hold of himself and his emotions — soon.

Wakko squeezed his eyes shut tightly when he heard Dot speaking to him.

"Yakko's looking for the spare key. You should open up the door before he finds it." she said, concerned. "I know Yaks-a-lot isn't taking this very well but maybe you could tell me what's wrong?"

"How would you feel if your insides felt like they were on fire? If you had to keep runnin' back and forth to the bathroom to throw up all the time!" Wakko knew that it was hopeless, he was just using being sick as the fake reason for being angry. There was just no way he would (or possibly could) reveal the real reason.

"I wouldn't feel too great," Dot admitted. "but I wouldn't yell and snap at Yakko like you've been doing." Then after a brief pause, she added, "Okay, maybe I would. But the point still stands."

Wakko was trying to come up with a response when Yakko came back to the door announcing his return.

"I've got the spare key. I'm about to use it!"

The panic that had slowly been rising inside of Wakko quickly shot up. He had to get up. No time left to lose. So he frantically tried to push himself up. Luckily his arms were less weak than they had been earlier. He managed to get up, although still a little bit shaky, before Yakko and Dot barged into the bathroom.

Yakko stared at Wakko with a suspicious look on his face while Dot stood close behind him, looking on with concern.

"What the heck have you been doing in the bathroom for thirty minutes?" he asked. "Listen Wak, if you needed help you should've just asked me." Then he added, his voice much softer than before, "I'm here for you, y'know?"

Wakko tried his hardest not to grit his teeth from the absolute flaming anger that he was feeling. Yakko had walked away from him for Dot. No way was he going to ask for his help.

"I stayed in the bathroom to see if I needed to throw up again," Wakko lied. He was beginning to enjoy lying. Clearly this was payback for the awful words Yakko had said about him.

Yakko sighed and relaxed his stance but the suspicious look on his face remained. "I guess I'll take your word for it. Do you wanna watch Lethal Weapon with me and Dot?"

Really? Yakko wanted to watch a movie with him after having annoyed the living daylights out of him? Fat chance. Wakko made up his mind right then and there. He was going to go to bed and sleep. Sleeping would help him calm down and avoid everybody.

"'M tired," Wakko whined, internally cringing at how his voice sounded. "I just wanna go to bed and sleep."

"Ya want me to carry you to my bunk?" Yakko asked softly. "I don't mind."

Anger flared up in Wakko upon hearing that. Why was his brother so two faced? One moment he had been yelling at him and now he was being nice to him. Wakko was so done with the emotional games.

"No, 'm not some baby. I can just walk to the bunk by m'self!"

As Wakko walked past Yakko and Dot he instinctively shoved the two of them aside so that he could make it through the doorway. He almost made it to the bunk when somebody grabbed his arm, twisting him around to face them. It was Yakko. And he was absolutely furious.

"Apologize to Dot!" Yakko demanded.

Wakko growled. Any other time this would happen he would gladly have apologized to Dot. She wasn't really the main cause of his wild anger anyways. But there was no way that he would apologize now, especially in front of Yakko . It would just give his older brother satisfaction and, well, Wakko couldn't let that happen.

"No!" he spat back.

"Why are you acting like such a grouch?" asked Yakko, all the while he still had a firm grip on Wakko's arm.

Wakko growled again, he began to think that maybe he should tell Yakko the truth. Maybe it would shock him enough to let go of his arm and then he could run back into the bathroom and lock himself in there again.

Wakko was about to open his mouth to start telling Yakko off when a sudden feeling of extreme nausea washed over him. Oh no . He was going to have to run to the bathroom either way.

"Let go of me! I need to throw up!" Wakko snapped, although a bit of desperation edged his voice. Another wave of nausea washed over him this time mingling with the fear that he felt. He knew he didn't have a lot of time left. It was either run to the bathroom or throw up on Yakko. Despite his newfound irritation and anger towards his older brother he didn't think that he could bear to throw up on him.

I don' hate you Yakko, I just….I dunno what to do right now. Why am I like this? he thought miserably.

Yakko scoffed. "Y'know what, Wakko? I think that you're lying. Lying about needing to throw up and lying about not watching the interview. So I'm not letting you go until you tell me the truth!"

Wakko was about to scream to be let go of when Dot ran over to Yakko and started tugging on his other arm.

"Yakko, it's okay." Dot said. "Just let Wakko go!"

"No, it's not okay, Dot. He shoved you! In this family we don't hurt each other."

I didn't mean it, Dot. 'M sorry. 'M not mad at you…

Wakko tore his gaze away from Yakko to look at Dot. Their eyes met for just a moment and Wakko tried his hardest to say all he could through his expression alone. He silently hoped that it would be enough.

Dot blinked and gave the tiniest of nods as if she understood. Relief swept through Wakko only to be replaced by a stronger wave of nausea.

"Let go of me before I throw up!" Wakko said, trembling hard as he tried desperately to keep from hurling directly onto Yakko.

Yakko glared at Wakko. "If you're telling the truth then do it. Throw up on me. Go ahead."

Dot screamed. "No, don't. Stop!" Then she took a few steps away from them and quickly shielded her eyes with her hands.

Wakko looked up into Yakko's eyes. He couldn't believe what he was about to do. He didn't want to do it but if Yakko wanted proof then, well, he'd give him the damn proof. Not to be nice at the moment but just to spite him.

'M sorry Yakko…but you made me do this… he thought miserably.

And so Wakko closed his eyes and let go.

Throwing up all over Yakko.