Wiggle for me, Senpai

Macaroni Cheesey, Cheesey

"Oh, cheese," Peewee breathes into my ear, sending shivers rolling down my back. I tremble under his delicate touch, and Peewee notices, sliding a hand around my waist. "Cheese, Wiggle, baby, it's okay," he reassures, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. I shiver, but this time they feel good. Grinning, I place a small kiss on Peewee's head. "Am I your cheese?" I beg. Peewee teases, "Oh, I'm not so sure...!" He swats a hand around me lazily, like an annoying fly. I playfully scowl. "Oh, I'm not, then? I always thought i was!" I faux pout, which drives Peewee into a mad giggle fit. "Ten years," he moans. "Ten years, I've never been able to experience this. I miss this you." He pauses, considering. "I miss all of you."

"I miss you, too," I breathe. I shake my head, after a moment, deciding. "No. 'Miss' is a word you use for someone who is gone. You're right here, Peewee," I tell him. "You're right here. I missed you, yes, but you're here now." Peewee leans into me, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. My face erupts, fiery red hot, and I can't stifle the blush this time. "Peewee"—my breathe hitches. "I...I think I love you...," I whisper. Peewee simply nods his head, albeit a grin pulling at his lips. "Wiggle, baby, I knew that," he says, and I can't help but scowl, embarrassed. But even so, a smile underlies it. "Your smile, that never falters, your delicate hugs, your grateful kisses, your amazing soup making skills"—Peewee smirks, and I can't help but laugh. "...And most of all?" His serious face returns, and his words bleed love and passion, like a sickly-sweet kiss. I can't help it. I'm in love with Peewee. I'm in love with Peewee Wiggle. "Most of all, Wilbert, wiggle baby...," he whispers, his voice husky. "I'm in love with your twerk." Red flames engulf me, smothering me. They're not bad, though. They're red flames of passion, red flames of love. But I feel something else, deep down. Oh no.

"Peewee!" I roar, grabbing his hand. My buttcheeks seizure and jiggle, faster than they ever have, and I pant, trying to keep up. My severe asthma triggers, and I'm left WHEEZING. "Pee...wee," I wheeze, my stomach and threat closing up. "Hos...hospital...—" my voice hitches, and I cannot speak any longer. But peewee is too fast. He is already at his phone, talking to nine-Juan Juan. I feel some jealousy creep up my throat. He never came that fast to me. I refuse to believe it. I push it down, I crumple it. It isn't true. Right now, I have to focus on not dying. And I'm doing a pretty good job, apparently. "Just keep breathing!" Peewee yells hastily, dropping the phone on a table but not hanging up. Jealousy stabs at my heart, but I refuse to accept it. My buttcheeks keep jiggling, and sweat beads on my forehead. I feel myself roll of my kitchen table. "Not again!" Peewee screeches, steadying me. "I can't loose you again, like I almost did ten years ago!" Pain bites at his face, fear bleeding through his words. Flashbacks of ten years ago enter my mind.
"He might not make it," the doctor had said, grasping his clipboard. "I...I am sorry."

"No!" I scream, fighting the twerk. "No, I will not go! Not this time!" I close my eyes shut and feel a power surging inside of me. This power is extreme, flaming my muscles and tendons, scorching my blackened heart. I lose my breath, and I cannot feel a thing any longer. It is as if I am flying, soaring, up, up. I am a man of fire. Little Wilbert Wiggle, but no longer. "I am WILBERTO!" I roar, gasping.

A blast of fire escapes from my hand, hitting Peewee, earning a screech. I spect the fire to penetrate him, to burn him, to scorch and cook his mortal flesh. But it encases him, smothering him in a warm blanket, carrying him to me. I soften for a moment. "Oh, Peewee," I whisper. "You have not lost me." His eyes soften like mine do. "No," he whispers, "I have not." I feel a sharp knife dig into my flesh and black out. Lightning penetrates my dreams.