"Oh, no... No!" Complains from Wally's lips. Ugh, He hated you so much. But all that hateful tension was more as if an addiction. A addiction of getting your attention... Just admiring you closer. For him to think that makes him like... Hate you. But no! He doesn't admit the truth.

What truth?! Oh... Right. I guess I have to mention it. I guess he just really likes your face... Maybe it's love. That's probably what they call it. Ya?

"I just really like your face. You don't have to look so happy! I'm not really into love that you flaunt. In some glittery font. But if that's what you want. Make it snappy."

Spoke Wally in some kind of confession. Like. A poem? Trying to win you over. Ugh! No! To cringe. Not his way to go! Just gotta think harder I guess, Wally.

He just feel so out of place. Well, except for when you're near him. When you're gone, He is like a plant with no root. Or a song that's on mute!

"Don't you dare call it cute! You should fear me!" Would scribble through Wally's head. Crossing those dumb words that he liked so much but would never speak!

"Sure Wally" 😒

And if the world was perfect, you would've never invaded his space. But since the world's obsessed with saying, "Psych!" Now he has like your stupid face!