Author: Lafeyette PM
ONESHOT. I read the orange sticky note that had been shoved into my locker a little incredulously. Who was sending me these notes? Most importantly, how did said person know I loved Waldo?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance - Words: 1,979 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 13 - Published: 02-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2999886
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A/N: I have nothing against Twilight, I do not hate it, but I sort of bashed the books for the purpose of this one shot.
Waldo is quite the elusive character. Would you like to find him? Why not try the cafeteria?
I read the orange sticky note that had been shoved into my locker a little incredulously, thinking that Tina was playing another prank on me. But the handwriting wasn't hers, even though it looked a little familiar. So many questions were swirling in my head at the moment. Who was sending me notes, for one? Why was he or she sending me notes?
Most importantly, how did said person know I loved Waldo?
"What do you got there, Dom?" Tina, my best friend, looked over my shoulder nonchalantly, reading the neat writing on the sticky note that lay in the palm of my hand. "Waldo?" she asked when she was done, looking highly amused, "Who send you that?"
I shook my head slowly. "I don't know," I told her, "I thought you would."
"No idea," Tina said casually – too casually, in fact. I narrowed my eyes slightly at her tone. I knew Tina Bureau better than anyone, and my instincts told me that she was bluffing.
"I call you out," I stated accusingly, "You know who sent me this note, Tee." When she sucked in her cheeks at my claim, I knew that I was right. "So? Who is it?"
She didn't answer for a while, and I could see her searching her brain for a decent lie. Finally, she shook her head, evidently having not found one. She looked at me with mirth shining clear in her eyes, and I raised an eyebrow back. "Not gonna tell, Dom," she said in a sing-song voice, "but you better hurry if you wanna find Wal-do!" And with that, the little trickster flounced away, down the nearly empty corridors before I could get in another word.
Baffled, I looked down at the note in my hand, before looking back down the hallway. Tina had left, mysteriously enough. I was waiting for my dad to pick me up and drive me to the animal shelter where I volunteered – I had already finished all my hours, but I still worked there to help out.
However… he wouldn't arrive for another half hour in the least. Maybe I could play this little game until then. Frankly, I was curious; curious about the note and whoever had written it. Maybe it was some guy's wacky way of asking me out. I shook that thought out of my head almost immediately. Not that I was ugly or anything, but with gorgeous Tina as a best friend, no one would spare me a second glance.
Besides, I wasn't interested in just any guy. There was one, but he would never…
I took a breath and decided to just go along with the note; after all, if Tina knew who it was, then it couldn't be anything potentially dangerous, right? I made my way to the cafeteria absently, which wasn't too far from my locker. When I arrived there, only a few people were around, none that I knew, and there was no Waldo in sight. Feeling slightly foolish, I turned to leave, but a flash of sunshine yellow, my favourite colour, registered in my peripheral.
At the table where my friends and I usually ate lunch was another sticky note smack dab in the middle of the island. I picked it up curiously and read the new note.
Whoops, looks like you missed him, though you now own a sticky note in your favourite colour. Redeem yourself by heading to one Tina Bureau's locker, and maybe, just maybe, Waldo will appear.
I was highly intrigued by now. Mystery man knew that I liked Waldo, and that my favourite colour was yellow. Who was he? I quickly speed walked to Tina's locker, ready for another sticky note.
And I was right in assuming so. A note, blue this time, was stuck to the front of my best friend's locker. It told me her combination, though I already knew it by heart. I dialed in the numbers with a slightly shaky hand, and when I got it open, I was surprised to see the top shelf crammed with all of Tina's books, because on the second shelf, two objects were placed in the dark confines at the back of the locker. I pulled them both out hastily despite myself.
…And then promptly snickered, looking around for anyone nearby.
In my hands I held a plastic Time Turner, a poor replica of the one Hermione used in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Another green sticky note was stuck to it, and it said:
Would you like to turn back time? Maybe before Cedric died, so you could spare him from his awful fate.
I didn't understand the meaning behind the note until my eyes landed on the see-through container of glitter in my opposite hand. Glitter, as in sparkly vampires. Sparkly vampires, as in Edward Cullen from Twilight. Edward Cullen, as in Robert Patterson, as in Cedric Diggory.
I was still chuckling when I noticed the purple note in the very back of the locker, and, with a furtive glance around me, I eyed the new sticky note curiously in my hand.
Surprised? No, I'm not Tina; I'm fully male, thankyouverymuch. But really, bear with me for another moment, here. You've got your fill of Harry Potter love and Twilight bashing, now how about finding what you came for in the first place? Go to the library, stat, and bring your camera!
I smiled softly to myself, before pretty much high-tailing it to the aforementioned place.
A bout of warm air greeted me as I pulled open the door to the book haven, my eyes looking around curiously for any flash of red and white. Nothing. I delved deeper, the tips of my fingers absentmindedly trailing across the numerous hardcover spines, when a flash of red stopped right in front of me.
I stopped breathing.
Trailing my eyes upwards slowly, my heart contracting, – maybe it was him? – I steeled myself to look into the eyes of–
"Hey." The voice greeted me casually, and, despite myself, I felt a small pang of disappointment.
I frowned a little, taking a small step back. "Hey, Steven," I said politely, to his best friend.
"So?" Steven raised an eyebrow my way, eyes silently asking me a question.
I swallowed, hard. How was I to turn him down, nicely? "Um, the notes were really sweet of you and all, but –"
"What are you talking about?" Steven interrupted, "I was wondering if you had the notes from Chemistry I asked you about earlier, remember?"
A surge of unexpected relief coursed through me, and I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Oh, right. Sorry. I don't have them right now, but I'll get them to you tomorrow, I promise."
Steven nodded, still looking at me a little weirdly. "Alright, see you then, Dom."
As soon as he turned the corner, I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. I continued my search, but to my ever increasing disappointment, I saw no Waldo make his way to me. I silently berated myself as I walked towards the exit. What was I thinking? This was all just a joke, I bet; a wild goose chase. How pathetic was I?
I stepped out of the library, head bowed low. Suddenly, I felt a pair of cold hands touch mine and a little startled, I turned around, expecting to see Steven again.
"Steve, I told you, I'll –"
I stopped midsentence. It wasn't Steven.
I knew that fact immediately: the person before me was wearing jeans, the pant legs a little too short for the wearer, and I could see a flash of ankle sock and a strip of skin before the denim appeared in view. It was geeky, sure, but cute, too. Because there was one person I knew who wore his jeans like that…
"Found me." Thomas Dacosta grinned at me, and I bet even he heard my breath catch in my throat.
"I – h-hey." I said lamely, but he only grinned wider at my response. Then, I realised what he was wearing. I eyed him a little incredulously. His pants were normal blue jeans, but his shirt, and hat… "Tom, you're… you're Waldo?"
Thomas smiled a little nervously, scratching the back of his head, a move I found endearing. "Yeah," he admitted, "the notes were all me, too."
"Notes…?" I could barely string together coherent thought. It couldn't be… Tom was… the guy who set up this whole thing?
Thomas looked at me worriedly. "Yeah, the sticky notes. You did get them, right, Dom?"
Notes. The notes. "R-Right, yeah, I got them," I said lamely, not knowing what else to say.
"Oh, good," relief flooded his face at my confirmation, and suddenly he was looking a little shy. "So, uh… How did you like the gifts?"
At the mention of the Time Turner and sparkles, I grinned a little, feeling all awkwardness and embarrassment I previously felt slowly ebb away. "I loved them," I practically beamed, my grin widening as I saw Thomas blush a little and look to the side. "Very creative," I added.
"Thanks, Tina and Steve kinda helped me with the whole thing," Thomas said modestly.
"About that," I started curiously, taking a risky step forward. "Why did you do all that? Not that I don't appreciate it, I do," I added hastily, "but why?"
I held my breath in anticipation, my stomach clenching and my insides melting under his gaze. Maybe he felt the same way. Maybe he actually liked me, too. But who was I kidding? Tom would never–
"I thought it was pretty obvious." Thomas flashed me a small smile, and I felt hope swell up inside of me. "It's… well, it's the anniversary of when we first met."
I couldn't help but widen my eyes. "You remembered?" I asked incredulously. I mean, of course I'd known, but to think he did as well…
Thomas blushed, averting his eyes from mine. "Yeah," he admitted quietly, "It's just that… well, I've liked you for quite some time now, Dom, and I was wondering if… maybe…" he ran a hand through his hair, forcing himself to look at me. "maybe… you'd go out – as in, on a date, with me?"
I was stunned into silence, wracking my brain for that one word. What was it? Oh, right. Yes. The word I was looking for was yes, yes, a million times yes. I smiled softly to myself, looking at the various sticky notes in my hands, then to the Time Turner and bottle of sparkles, until finally my gaze fell on Thomas and his Waldo outfit. It was then when it fully hit me that he'd done this all for me. For me.
I caught his eye, his hopeful gaze, and felt my heart swell a little once more. My insides melted. He was such a dork, but… he was my dork.
"I'd love to."
A/N: Whoa, talk about cheesy! I do not own Harry Potter, Twilight, or Waldo, no matter how much I wish I did. Again, I have nothing against Twilight, but apparently Dom does!
Edit: Just added a few more lines, took away a few; essentially, nothing much has changed, only slightly. Oh, and I've changed Thomas' last name, it was previously Jefferson.