"A few sandwiches short for picnic"

A Fan Fiction created by Tarashima

Part 3

I tried to calm down my panicky mother. Buck had laid himself behind my neck and was watching my mum with a face mixed in shock and disbelief. But this was the definitive evidence of that I hadn't lost my mind, and that Buck was for real. I still had some hard time believing the whole absurd situation.

"Easy now mum, you will awake the whole city with your screaming"

"Well, I don't care about that! All I care about is what he's doing on your shoulder and why he seems to be so… lively"

I bit my underlip. Apparently, I'd got proof enough to tell that Buck was real, but I wasn't sure if I in the end really wanted my mum, or even the rest of my family, to know about him. What if she freaked out more than she'd already done?

"Uhm, he's a very well-done plush toy?" I said, hoping the lie would work.

"But I saw him move!"

"No you didn't"

Before my mum could answer, I got inside my room again, muttering about something I'd forgot while I hold a firm grip over the weasel's mouth.

Hastily I shut the door. Buck jumped of my shoulder landing on my bed and was about to protest, but I shushed him before he could say anything.

"I don't want my mum or the rest of the family to find out that you are real after all"

He gave me a skeptic look.

"I though we agreed that I'm not an imaginary friend of yours"

I felt a bit desperate, it had been hard enough as it was to explain how difficult it was for me to accept that he was for real. How would I explain that my family wasn't guaranteed to react as well as I'd done?

"Look, you know how hard it was for me to get it, and I think the main reason is that I like you. I don't think the other members in my family would react as well as I did." I said I a low voice, wishing that my mum wouldn't open the door.

"Ya screamed in my face when you first saw me" he said, also keeping his voice down, thankfully.

"But that was just in pure surprise, I didn't scream when you actually talked to me afterward."

He thought about it for a second or two. Then, he seemed to accept my somehow desperate explanation.

"A'right, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, since the plan of smuggling you up to the kitchen have failed, I think I get up to get some food for you."

"Ya said that word before but what's exactly a kitchyn?"

I sighed, I wasn't used to talk to someone that didn't know anything about modern life and its technological progresses.

"It's a place in human houses where we keep our food and gather together at the meals."

He nodded, apparently satisfied with my description.

"Just sit still if anyone opens the do..."

My mum opened the door before I could finish the line.

"What are you up to Natalie?" she said in Swedish, sounding suspicious.

Just as an interruption here; my name isn't Natalie for real, that's just my second name. My real name is a typical Swedish name that no one seems to pronounce as it should be. Often, I've been called many other names, so just to avoid misunderstandings, the name's either Natalie, or my nick on the web; Tarashima.

"Nothing, had a bad sleep, that's all."

She didn't seemed enough satisfied with that explanation.

"But you're not supposed to work today, right?"

"No, as I said, I didn't sleep well last night, and was feeling rather alert when I woke up so..."

"And since when did you have a Buck plushie?" she said with a nod against Buck.

I turned to him as he sat on my bed, being as still as was possible. I was very grateful that he'd understood what I meant. I couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not.

"I got it from Ebay yesterday, didn't I tell you?"

"You got the money for that?" she said skeptical.

I sighed. Though I did have a real job now earning more money than I'd ever done and was economically ready to have my own place, my mum didn't trust me when it came to money. Especially not when it came to my nerdy fandoms.

"Of course, I used my Mastercard"

"Well, it's your money, do what you want" she said when she closed the door, with the subtext:

Do what you have the conscience to do.

My mum love to play on guilty consciences, too bad I'd learned to handle it without feeling dejected.

Buck inhaled a deep breath as soon as my mum had disappeared. So he had been holding his breath!

"Gosh what a weird tongue ya got" he said panting.

"Hey, my tongue is normal, healthy even!"

He sighed and gave an annoying glance.

"I didn't mean yer tongue silly, I meant yer language"

Oh, I should have known, I wasn't that bad at English talking.

"Well, that's our language, and it sounds a lot prettier than many other languages"

He didn't seem to agree on that but I wasn't about to argue about it.

"Just sit still here and I'm gonna get you something to eat, okay?"

A load rumble was heard from his belly again, and the nursing inside woke up again.

"Be right back!" I said and rushed out of my room upstairs to the kitchen.

End of part 3

Sorry for the short chap ^^;

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