"I'm really tired By, I want to rest first, you can continue on your own," Marcell said, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Chuckling, Weeby lowered the trash can that was now in her hand and then looked annoyed at Marcell, who was sitting against the wall. It was obvious that the boy was exhausted, sweat was already pouring down his temples and neck.
"It's only ten classes, and you're already tired? Shame on me for being a girl," Weeby pleaded passionately, walking closer to Marcell, and pulling the boy's uniform sleeve to quickly stand up.
"I swear By, I'm not lying, I'm so tired, my bones feel like they're crumbling," Marcell hissed softly, putting on a pitiful expression.
"I know you're tired, I'm just as tired. But there are still twenty-five classes that we haven't visited and taken out their trash. Hurry up and get up! If you want to finish quickly, you can't delay like this." Weeby immediately kicked Marcell's leg because the boy had not obeyed her order.
"My life is so miserable, I'm tired, do you understand how tired you are?"
"If you've been ranting and raving, how can you not be tired? So don't bother me. That's what you've become!"
"That's not the only thing, we've been going back and forth to the garbage dump behind the school, you know By. It's so far away," Marcell grumbled, then he quickly stood up, slightly massaging his arm, which felt sore and aching.
"If you can afford it, try taking it there at once." Weeby immediately ruffled her waist.
"It's easy to say, then let's go find it!"
"Find what?" Startled, Weeby continued to stare at Marcell straight on.
Marcell turned his body to face backward after two steps, "Let's find Bumblebee," Marcell answered briefly.
Weeby's forehead was still frowning, her brain had not yet understood; she was still loading.
Weeby's silence like that made Marcell take the initiative to explain. Before that, Marcell let out his breath in frustration.
Marcell explained at length about "Bumblebee, the garbage cart that Mr. Jojo often brings when he wants to take out the trash. It wasn't without reason that Marcell called the garbage cart Bumblebee, it was because it was yellow in color, just like the action movie he had seen on TV.
Weeby just nodded. Now that she understood, Weeby also often saw the school gardener picking up trash from one class to another. Yes, with that thing, Weeby and Marcell can save time because the garbage can be collected first in one place and disposed of at once later, unlike what they are doing now, throwing it one barrel at a time, pacing back and forth. Making the body crumble and needing more fluids due to dehydration.
Ten minutes in, the two of them were still pacing back and forth, exploring all corners of the school, looking for Bumblebee, aka the yellow garbage cart. But as luck would have it, the cart was nowhere to be seen.
"How annoying is Bumblebee? We were looking for him, but he just disappeared!" grumbled Weeby, who was now girdling her loins.
"He turned into a car, then ran away because we were looking for him."
"That's right, you and I were going to make him into a garbage collector, how would he want to," Weeby replied briefly, her brain already slipping from being too close to Marcell for too long.
"It's true what you said, he must be hiding here, let's go find him," Marcell ordered, speeding up his steps without looking back to where Weeby was.
"How come my brain is infected with this kind of crap." Weeby stomped her foot irritably on the ground, smacking her lips. Engaging with and staying close to Marcell was poisoning her mind.
"No need to rant, let's go find Bumblebee first," Marcell grumbled, slightly turning his head back, it wasn't until the third second that he refocused on the road ahead.
Weeby's little legs were already getting tired from looking for that pesky trash cart. If she knew this was the case, Weeby would rather carry the trash cans one by one to the waste disposal site. Already feeling tired, the work wasn't done yet, how annoying!
Marcell's smile spontaneously expanded widely, and then his face lit up enthusiastically at Weeby. From the look on Marcell's face, Weeby could tell that there was something behind his expression.
"Indeed, effort will not betray the process, let's take it!"
"Take what?" asked Weeby quickly, she was still confused.
"Bumblebee, you're so stupid. What were you looking for? Dropped money?"
Marcell sighed heavily and then ruffled his waist. He also threw his sharp eyes and hit Weeby right in the eye.
"Where?" Weeby was already enthusiastic, looking up and exploring for the object she had been looking for. However, Weeby's beaming face suddenly turned gloomy, and she looked back at Marcell.
"I should have been suspicious of you before, where is that yellow garbage cart? You're so deceitful!"
"I didn't trick you, you see!"
Marcell pointed to a yellow carriage that slipped between small trees, but had very lush leaves. Weeby's tail followed where Marcell's pointer went, and she grinned. It was true what Marcell said, it was there!
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get going. You're delaying everything again!" Marcell snapped sarcastically, slapped Weeby on the cheek, then laughed out loud as he began to cram his feet.
"You're such a bummer, I'll throw you into the river to be eaten by sharks," Weeby scolded in a low voice, intentionally so Marcell wouldn't hear her.
"I hear what you're saying, anyway. Where are the sharks in the river? There are even dragons there," Marcell chirped originally, he did hear Weeby's voice cursing him. Marcell's hearing should be appreciated and given two thumbs up.
"You're even more incoherent, are there dragons in the river?"
"There is."
"There isn't."
"You don't believe me?"
"Indeed, your brain is in your hips."
"There is, but you didn't see it, so you don't know anything."
"Have you ever seen a dragon in a river?" said Weeby, narrowing the corners of her eyes. She walked quickly, matching Marcell's pace.
"I have, I saw it in a storybook when I was reading as a child," Marcell replied briefly, two seconds later, he immediately giggled softly, especially when he noticed the look of annoyance on Weeby's face.
"That's just a story made up by people, the result of imagination, how can I believe it!"
"Hey, don't be like that, the story is really good, don't make fun of it, you'll get karma, and then you'll know how you feel!"
"Karma? When did I make fun of you?" Weeby's temper rose.
"Yes, the myth is that people who don't believe in it will become dragons at night. Thank you!"
Weeby was getting annoyed by Marcell, she growled in frustration, her face already as red as a boiled crab. How could Marcell scare Weeby like that.
"MARCELL! YOU'RE REALLY MEANT TO BE CUSSED AT!"
Marcell only chuckled at Weeby's words, which sounded very annoyed. Then, in the next second, he saw something.
"Yea! I was looking for you too, but you were just here!"
Marcell grumbled at the yellow garbage cart, he patted hard at the inanimate body, and the result, of course, was that the garbage cart did not respond, it just stayed in place.
"Anyway, you have to obey me, just watch out if you run away and hide again, I will throw you into the river to be eaten by the dragon," Marcell threatened again, continuing to grumble.
Strange as Marcell's abstract behavior was, it was clear that Bumblebee was just silent. Marcell was the one whose brain had shifted.
"How can he listen to what you're saying? If you're stupid, then just be stupid; there's no need to be stupid like that."
Weeby was angry, and Marcell's behavior was like that of a crazy person. Talking and nagging with inanimate objects like that made Weeby even more annoyed.
"It's up to me. Why are you so upset?"
Weeby's fingers were already clenched, wanting to punch Marcell's annoying face. She wanted to punch him blindly, but then Weeby remembered that she had to be patient when she was with Marcell. Therefore, Weeby then let out a long breath, trying to walk normally as before.
"Already, hurry up and get it, we have to hurry before the break bell rings, I don't want to be embarrassed wasting trash like this and being stared at by people."
"Not you too, I'm the same. Hurry up and get on."
After taking the cart for a while, Marcell tried to take a deep breath of air. Who would have thought, it would take extra strength to pull the Bumblebee that was plunged there?
"Up? That way? I don't want to." Weeby quickly shook her head to reject Marcell's order outright.
"Hurry up, there's no time left. You just go up to make it faster," Marcell said again, this time emphasizing Weeby's compliance.
"I don't want to, I'll help you push it faster, if I go up, you'll have a hard time pushing it," Weeby alibi, even though she was one hundred percent scared.
"No way, I'm strong; if you forget, I'm a boy." I have a lot of energy," Marcell said arrogantly.
Marcell is still Marcell, if what he wants has not materialized, he will try and insist on getting it. Like now, for example, Marcell is continuously persuading Weeby to get on the cart, even though Weeby continues to rebel, but in fact Marcell never gives up.
"I'm afraid, you like to be nosy with me, you'll push me down again, I don't want that to happen." Weeby was already imagining the unknown, and Marcell's always nosy attitude made Weeby always alert.
Marcell rolled his eyes lazily, then exhaled heavily. "I do things like that when I know the place. Don't you see what the situation is like this time? We're running out of time, and you think I'm doing something bad. Hurry up, hurry up, I won't be nosy, and you don't need to be afraid or hesitant."
"Yes, I'm vigilant, only people like to be vigilant; it's natural for me to think so." Weeby pursed her lips, still standing still and unwilling to take a step forward.
"HURRY UP, THERE'S NO TIME TO WASTE!"
Weeby immediately gasped, shocked. Rounding her eyes so wide, as fast as lightning, she immediately ran hurriedly, and finally she had climbed onto the garbage cart.
"Ih Marcell, I'm embarrassed if anyone sees!" Weeby held onto the cart, afraid that she would wobble and end up falling.
"I won't, it's not broken yet."
"But there must be other students leaving the class, there's no way they'll stay in there," Weeby said in a trembling voice.
"Ah, you talk a lot, why can't you shut up? If you keep blabbering like this, how will our punishment be completed?" Marcell was suddenly stern, while Weeby immediately choked, locking her mouth tightly.
"Hold on, I want to push this; I'm afraid to fall," Marcell ordered again, Weeby was still silent, obeying with a brief head nod.
Two seconds later, Bumblebee had begun to move because it had been pushed by Marcell, very slowly but making Weeby's heart beat chaotically. Along the way, Weeby stared down, still keeping her mouth shut. Weeby was very wary of falling.
"How much do you weigh?" asked Marcell, Weeby immediately looked back, and found Marcell, who was still pushing the yellow cart.
"Why, are you tired because I'm riding here? Then just let me down, I'm actually happy," said Weeby, her face slightly looking at Marcell.
"There's no need to get off, it'll take longer if you stop again."
Weeby sighed harshly, "Then why did you ask my weight at all?"
"I want to say that you're really skinny, and I'm also capable if this cart holds ten people like you."
"Whatever you say, I'm tired of talking to you."
Weeby was tired, she didn't want to prolong the problem anymore. That's why she emphasized her words so that Marcell would stop babbling and teasing her. Uh, err, he meant teasing him.
GUK!
Marcell's hearing was immediately disturbed, his forehead was already furrowed. With a quick movement, he looked back to make sure what he heard now matched what was in his mind.
Marcell's hands instantly shook, and the look in his eyes had also turned into a ball—he was very surprised. Marcell then blinked, blinking his eyes several times. However, what he saw was indeed very real.
"Marcell, why is Bumblebee going faster and faster? Don't hurry up, I'm afraid of falling," Weeby scolded, but she was still faithfully standing on the cart, her eyes staring ahead.
Never mind listening to Weeby's advice, Marcell was busy holding back his fear. His breathing was already rushed; a cold sweat suddenly broke out from his temples.
"Marcell, why are you getting tight? I already told you that I'm scared!" Weeby's tirade grew louder, and her grip on the cart tightened.
GUK GUK!
"OH MY GOD, THERE'S A DOG!"
Marcell shouted so excitedly that his running speed was now like that of a motorcycle. Being chased by this one animal is very annoying, especially when the dog looks very ferocious, the look in his eyes is sharp and red, and he sticks his tongue out while running after Marcell.
"HOLD ON TIGHT, WE'RE BEING CHASED BY A DOG!"
"What? Dog?"
Feeling confused, Weeby reflexively looked back, and once she had looked there, Weeby shouted loudly. Now she was telling Marcell to increase his running speed so that the annoying dog would no longer chase. Marcell had expended all his energy, the air supply in his lungs had begun to erode. Weeby couldn't stay still, jumping in fear while screaming hysterically.
"Marcell, let's hurry up. I'm really scared," Weeby screamed endlessly, ordering Marcell. She grumbled that Marcell was very weak for a boy because his cart wasn't running fast enough.
Now all Weeby was afraid of was blindly chasing dogs, no longer afraid of falling or anything like that. Marcell, who was pushing the cart, was already panting. His face was red. Marcell could have stopped the cart right now and quickly ran, but Marcell felt sorry for Weeby if he did that.