Wishing Wish

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Chapter 5: The Beginning

“Dear, you’re not going to have your morning jog?”

It was five in the morning, usually this time I’m already in my jogging attire, to have a round or two around the neighborhood. Sometimes together with Diane and some of the guys from the party. But not today.

“No.” I said moodily, taking another sip on my coffee.

“Why not?” She asked again, opening the kitchen cabinets one after another.

“Because,” I followed her every movement with my eyes. “I know that I’ll see someone I don’t want to see, if I do.”

She giggled. “Mathew?”

I glared at her. “I just don’t understand how he always ‘happen’ to be wherever I am. In my jogs, at the park, the grocery store…Everywhere!”

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence, dear. Our town is not that big.” She smiled cheekily.

“Or maybe, someone is helping him stalk me around!” I accused, giving her a pointed look. Come to think of it, maybe the reason why that receptionist said that he’s expecting me at his party is because he was sure that I would really be there, with the help of a certain someone.

“You think so?” She chuckled, innocently. I can’t believe I’m being betrayed at my own home!

I kept quite after that and continued sipping on my coffee, there’s no point in talking to her about it anyway.

“I’ll go buy some stuff for breakfast. Do you need me to get you anything?” I shook my head. “Okay. I’ll be back in a jiffy. Tell your stomach to wait a bit, okay?”

“Take care, Auntie.” I just rolled my eyes as she giggled, and walked towards the front door after she gave me a kiss on my cheek.


I sighed heavily in exasperation. I was supposed to be enjoy myself in this vacation. But with Matt present at every corner of this stupid town, and our talk always bugging me on almost all of my waking hours, I doubt I’ll ever have that enjoyment and relaxation I was hoping.

My musing was cut short by my phone’s vibration in my pocket. Who would be calling at this time of the day? I wondered as I pulled it out.

“Hello?” I answered, without even bothering to look who it was.

“Wishing Well!” Answered Haru’s excited voice.

“Haru!” I exclaimed happily. “Hey! How are you?”

“I’m good.” He chuckled. “I just called to check on you. How’s the vacation?”

“Not so great.” I grumbled.

“Huh?”

“Never the mind. How’s WiCom? You guys can still manage without me?” I teased.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He whined childishly. “Of course we can! Don’t think highly of yourself, stupid Wishing Well! You can stay there all you want. We don’t care! Aw! Dammit, Sora!”

“Looks like you’re the only one who doesn’t.” I giggled.

“Nah! He’s just PMSing. Aw! Why the heck are you throwing the stupid remote?”

That let me have my first hearty laugh ever since I got here. Only the twins can really improve my mood this much. “You’re such an idiot, Haru.” I giggled. “Stop getting on Sora’s nerves. He might throw the Nintendo next.”

“Wha–! Yo, dude! Hands off on my Wii, okay?”

I giggled again. “Are you guys on a case? It’s past midnight there, right?” The only time Haru and Sora would stay up later than ten in the evening, is when they’re on a case. I mean, they won’t even stay up for a school project or assignment!

“Yeah. But let’s not talk about it.” He said dismissively.

“Don’t be stupid!” I frowned. “It doesn’t mean that because I’m not there that I can’t work with you anymore! It doesn’t mean that I’m on va–”

“Whoah! Calm down, Wishing Well!” He mused. “I get it, okay?”

I pouted.

“And stop pouting.” He chuckled.

“I am not!” This guy just knows me too well.

“Right.”

“I am not!”

“Fine, you’re not.” He chuckled again.

“Just tell me about the case!” I exclaimed in exasperation.

“Okay, okay.” I can just picture him shaking his head in amusement. “Remember Indigo Jackson?”

“I think so.” I frowned. That kid’s one of the few who would often ridicule WiCom. “He’s the client?”

“Believe it or not, yes.”

“Seriously?” Wow. “What on earth would he need us for?”

Haru sighed. A sign that means it’s something we may have a hard time dealing with. “Well, you know how he is, so proud of himself and all.”

I nodded, forgetting that he can’t see me. So I said, “Yeah.”

“Well, he got into trouble with the local gang because of it.”

“W-What do you mean?” How can someone get into trouble with those guys? “They’re like saints in a devil’s cloak! You don’t get into trouble with them!”

“I know.” He sighed again. “And only fools, I mean, fools among fools, can get on their wrong side. The respectable ones at least.”

“Then obviously that idiot is a fool.” This really is a problem. “What did he do?”

“He managed to scratch one of their bikes; and instead of apologizing, he just had to be so arrogant and push the blame to the rider, even though it was so obvious that it was his fault.”

“Didn’t he know it’s the Cicatrices he’s being an ass with?”

“He knows. You know how hard it is to miss them, with all those big bikes and black leather jackets. I bet he thought that because they’re not like the other gangs that it’s okay to mess with them like he did.”

“Did you have a talk with the leader?” Negotiating is Haru’s specialty. After he failed in negotiating that we really get on, on these types of cases.

“That’s the problem.” Another heavy sigh.

“Oh, no. No, no, no. He didn’t.” I can’t believe the level of his stupidity.

“Yes. He did.” He confirmed. “It was with the Cicatrices’ leader. And he won’t let it go easily. Apparently, some of the members are harassing Jackson on site; though it’s really nothing serious, but anyone would be at wits end in that situation.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” I hate having to give up on any case. And if we ever do on this one, I don’t know what will happen to that idiot. The Cicatrices are considered the ‘Buddha’ in the gangs around our city after all.

“I don’t know.” He laughed humorlessly. “Maybe, if we know someone from a gang who’s scarier than them.”

Someone scarier than the Cicatrices. I know one. I sighed.

“Dear, I’m home.” Called Aunt Marry. Great. “And look who I found at the supermarket.”

“Look, Haru, I have to go. My aunt’s back and it seems like we have a vi–” My eyes widened at the person who came in with my Aunt’s grocery bags. Speaking of the devil.

“Wish? What’s wrong?”

“I…I-uh…nothing. I’ll…um…call you later. Tell Sora I love him. Bye.” I said hurriedly and snapped my phone shut. “What are you doing here?” I hissed at Matt.

“Dear, don’t be rude to our guest. He was a great help, you know.” Frowned Aunt Marry, though her eyes were showing amusement. “Now, Mathew darling, just put those bags in the counter. Thank you so much for your help.”

“No problem. Anytime.” He smiled as he put the bags down.

I grumbled about Aunts and traitors while glaring at Matt. Of which he just returned with an amused smile. The nerve.

“Have you eaten breakfast, Mathew?” Aunt Marry asked. Oh, no. She wouldn’t.

“Actually, I haven’t.” Matt answered, still smiling at me.

“That’s great. Eat he– ”

“No!” I objected. “He’s well provided for! He doesn’t need us to feed him!”

“Wishlyn Marry Anderson!” I flinched at the way my Aunt called me. No one’s called me in my complete name in a long time. And Aunt Marry only does when she seriously wants me to do something I don’t want to, or she’s just being serious. She’s pulling this act a bit too far.

“Tsk. Fine.” I said and started to leave the kitchen.

“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“To my room. I’m not eating breakfast.” I said stubbornly.

“Oh yes, you are.” She smiled. “In fact, you’re going to ask Mathew here, what he wants for breakfast and you’ll make it for the three of us.”

“No, I won’t!” I stomped angrily like a kid.

“Yes, you will.” She repeated sternly.

“But– ”

“No more buts, Wish. You’re being rude. I’m so sorry, Mathew. She must have woken up at the wrong side of bed.”

“It’s no problem, Aunt Marry.” He shook his head and smiled.

“Aww. You’re such a charm.” She cooed. I can just throw up. “Now, Wish, I’m going to take a shower and change. Be nice and start our breakfast.” And with that, she left me with our so-called guest.

There were a few minutes of silence, as neither of us said anything nor made a move, before he decided to break it. “Are chocolate waffles okay?”

I gave him a glare but proceeded to do it anyway. Waffles are ok. No problem.

I smirked to myself as I thought of some condiments that will taste ‘heaven’ with waffles.

Special waffles for a special guest.

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