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A Very Indigo Christmas	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Green
- 2-Dawn and Blake
- 3-Brendan
- 4-Cheren
- 5-Lyra
- 6-Wally
- 7-Yellow
- 8-Silver
- 9-Ethan
- 10-Barry
- 5
- 6
- 7
WALLY

Skarrmory

We
arrived at Lance’s house at around 7 or so. There were already
people there: Gym Leaders from all over. Shit, I even saw two hot
chicks who I later found out are from Unova. Apparently, Lance is a
big deal EVERYWHERE and EVERYONE wants to party with him. Anyhow, our
group started to mingle. The party wasn’t all that wild yet,
since the night was still young. People were nonchalantly talking
while some songs from Nidoqueens of the Stone Age were playing from
Arceus knows where; probably some sound system hidden somewhere for
the party, I dunno.

I
told Gardevoir, who I always kept out of her Pokéball, to go
and mingle on her own, against her protests. She said she wanted to
be with me, but I put up my hand and couldn’t help but laugh.
“You don’t need me to be around in order for you to have
a good time. Besides…” I put on a silly grin, “We
both know I’d cramp your style.”

She
chuckled and nodded, walking away to talk to the other Pokémon
at the party, the ones that are always out of their Pokéballs
like she was. Afterwards, I wandered around, trying to join other
people in what they were doing. Unfortunately, they either were doing
nothing of importance or told me to buzz off. After giving up on
searching, I thought maybe Yellow’d like to hang out. She never
tells me to go away, and I can tell she doesn’t because she
genuinely cares, not out of pity for my sickness… ummm, did I
say ‘I can tell’? I meant ‘I hope’.

Anyways,
I started looking for her, but couldn’t find her for the
longest time. Finally, I had almost decided to give up, when I saw
Ethan standing around, talking to Blake. Great, two of my least
favorite neighbors. I seriously thank Arceus every day for not making
them live with me. But that isn’t what caught my attention.
When Ethan walked away, I noticed Yellow creeping up behind him,
giggling and looking like she was gonna do a silly prank or
something. Oh no. I’ve seen creeping like that in animes
before. I pushed the thought out of my mind. Like stuff that happens
in animes would happen he-

And
then I was proved wrong. Yellow quickly pecked Ethan on the cheek. My
heart? Yeah, I think it was somewhere in my right foot when I saw
that. My entire body started malfunctioning. My sight grew a little
blurry, all of the different-colored lights in the room crudely mixed
together to make some fucked up rainbow, like when tears build up in
your eyes but are stubborn assholes and decide not to come out. My
hearing faded. I could hardly hear the stereos playing ‘No
Unowns’, and could barely hear what Yellow and Ethan had said
afterward.

Ethan
just sort of stood there processing it all. And I sort of did too.
After a minute of muttering to himself (and for some reason being
answered by Lucas), he ran off after Yellow, who had already ade
quite the distance between them.

I
almost stumbled around the party like a drunkard. I couldn’t
believe what I had seen. It replayed in my head over and over, every
aspect of the scene was processed. I looked at the ceiling and tried
pretending that there was mistletoe there, something to tell me that
Yellow didn’t do that because of actually caring for that…
that… Rattata’s ass. I didn’t find a trace of it,
making my heart sink even deeper.

Okay,
quick intermission here. You’re probably wondering why I’m
taking this so hard, why I feel this way about Yellow. Well, if you
haven’t guessed already, I have a crush on Yellow. A big one.
It started small, her being the only friend I had that wasn’t
out of pity of my illness, but… well… being the only
female friend that genuinely cares about you, alongside being the
cutest girl in the friggin’ world, is a good reason to
‘like-like’ someone… right? I like to think so.
And this… well, this hit me pretty hard.

I
found my way to the balcony, leaning against the railing, looking
down on the scenery, trying to understand, make sense of, and get
over what the fuck just happened. Gardevoir must have sensed my
spazzing out from wherever she was because, within the first minute I
was outside, she appeared behind me and gently put her hand on my
shoulder, which only caused me to lower my head.

“Master,
what’s wrong?”

“… Nothin’s
wrong, Gardevoir. Why do you a-”

She
lightly hit me on the back of the head. “Don’t start that
denial BS. You should know more than anyone else that lying to me is
never a good idea.”

“… Alright
then, Miss I-Know-When-You’re-Lying. Since you’re so
keen, you should already know why I’m upset then.”

“… The
blond girl? Yellow? Committing acts of affection towards the boy in
the yellow hat?”

“Yeah…”
My head sunk at hearing my predicament worded so simply, making me
feel as though I was being a whiny bitch over nothing… Shit.
Maybe I was.

“No
you aren’t.” She said matter-of-factly. I really hate it
when she does that. “She was your only true human friend. And
that boy with the gold hat took her away from you. Who wouldn’t
be upset.”

“People
with the balls to accept what’s happened and move on?”

She
frowned. “That happened roughly 5 minutes ago, Master. I doubt
anyone would be over it by now.”

“I
guess.” I plopped down on the floor of the balcony and hung my
legs over the edge of the balcony between the small pillars on the
railing. She lowered herself and did the same. We just sat quietly
for a bit, until Gardevoir broke the silence. “So… how
are we going to do this?”

“Wh-what?”

She
looked at me like I was an idiot. “You know, Master: revenge.
How are we going to get back at the boy with the gold hat.”

I
rested my forehead in my palm. “I don’t WANT any revenge.
That won’t make things any better.”

“Oh,
come now, Master. I know how awfully he treats you. How shall we do
it? Break his arm?”

“No.”

“Liver
failure?”

“NO.”

“Trip
down the stairs?”

“N-…
maybe.” I pondered it for a moment. Seeing Ethan in pain is
always nice. And making it look like an accident, knowing I’m
responsible, AND not getting blamed? Like fuck I’d refuse that.
“How about this: If he ever does something ‘forward’
to Yellow, we trip him down the stairs. You know, as a service to
Yellow.”

Gardevoir
rolled her eyes. “A true knight in shining armor.”

“Damn
right.”

After
we agreed on our little ‘Ethan Protection Program’, we
sat there quietly, not sure what to say. So we just sat there,
admiring the view. From Lance’s balcony, we could see the
entire Indigo Plateau and why it was given its name. The entire
plateau was dark blue due to being bathed in the moonlight. The flat
land rolled on for miles and not a single object or Pokémon
blemished its beautiful, indigo bareness.

I
sighed. “Beautiful… isn’t it? It… kinda
reminds me of those flower fields back home in Verdanturf… Do
you ever miss home, Gardevoir?”

She
nodded glumly. “At times. I always loved the shade of green
that the flower fields were. No matter what color the flowers were,
the shade of green they were buried in made them 10 times more
beautiful.”

I
weakly smiled and nodded. “Yeah… I miss the air. How it
was normal and never made my asthma act up. People there never knew
how sick I was. No one ever called me Cancer Boy, no one made fun of
me for having you as my first Pokémon and best friend because
of… those rumors about Gardevoirs…”

We
both began to blush at the thought of it. I quickly broke the silence
however, since something was on my mind for quite a while. “Maybe…
maybe we should leave. Our house, I mean. Forever. Go back to
Verdanturf. Maybe even visit Indigo now and then. Just… get
away from it all.”

“Master…
you shouldn’t talk like that. I believe you’re thinking
way too much about this. How about a battle to take your mind off of
things? ”

“Maybe…”
I got up and stretched. “Good thing I brought my Pokémon
with me just in case. But… who do you think I can battle?”

Gardevoir
got up, thinking about how she could answer my question, her eyes
brightened. “Why not Barry? He takes his Pokémon with
him wherever, in case he ever gets the itch to battle. I’m sure
he has nothing better planned for the evening.”

“Hmmm…”
I scratched my chin, thinking about it, before smiling and nodding,
“Barry it is. Let’s find him.”

So
we looked around and searched for him. After a couple minutes, we
found him cuddling with Dawn on the sofa, which kinda made me feel
bad for interrupting. I was actually gonna turn around and ask
someone else, when Barry asked, “What’s up, Wally? Didja
need something?”

“Um,
well…” I was still kinda feeling bad for interrupting,
but he asked, so I had to answer. “I was just kinda bored and
wanted to know if you wanted to battle, maybe? Well, I was GONNA ask,
but then I saw you two cuddling and I didn’t want to interrupt,
a-”

“You’re
okay with a little intermission?” Barry looked over at Dawn,
raising his eyebrows. Dawn giggled and nodded, to which Barry beamed.
He looked back at me and gave me a thumbs up. “You’re on!
What’re the terms?”

“Um,
well I was thinking 3-on-3. Ya know, keep it basi-”

“No
no no.” he shook his head at every ‘no’. “I
mean, what are the terms of defeat. I’ll start us off. If I
win, you move out of my room.”

My
eyes brightened. Perhaps I could twist the terms for myself, just a
little… Instead of moving out of his room, if I lose, I’ll
move back to Verdanturf. Seems reasonable enough. Barry continued,
“And if you win…”

“You
kiss Lucas.”

“I
kiss Lucas.” Barry nodded.

………

Then
it processed through his mind. “WAIT, WHAT?”

“You
kiss Lucas.” I said nonchalantly, trying to hide the smuggest
feeling I’ve ever had. “On the mouth. For three seconds.”

“No
way! I ought to fine you for such filthy thoughts! There’s no
way I… I… ”Barry thought it over and probably
decided it would be better to just accept the terms than chicken out.
He snickered as his shocked face quickly turned to one of cockiness
as he scoffed. “Whatever! Not like I’ll lose anyways!
Fine! Terms accepted! Now, let’s get this show on the road.
Before I forget how I’ll arrange my furniture when you’re
gone.”

“You
mean before Lucas’s mouth gets dry?” Okay. I won’t
lie. I couldn’t hide my smug face that time. It was just too
good. Barry said nothing and just glared daggers at me as we walked
to the backyard, where a small fighting zone was set up.

We
each walked to our respective sides of the fighting arena – me
on the red half, Barry on the blue half – and reached for our
first Pokéballs.

“Ummm...”
I looked at him quizzically. “I think we need a referee before
we can actually do anything.”

“Oh
right. Eheh, forgot. Caught up in the moment and all that.”
Barry scratched the back of his head. “Umm, could you…?”

“Yeah,
yeah, I gotcha.” I sighed and walked off to find someone who
wanted to ref for our battle. Most of the Gym Leaders were somewhat
busy until finally, I found a tall, skinny, blond man in purple who
said he’d do it… after staring blankly at me for 12 or
so seconds…

I
made my way back to the battling zone with him in tow, goading him to
where the referee stands. Then I ran back over to where I was meant
to be and THEN pulled out Magnezone’s (the first Pokémon
I’ll use) Pokéball.

“The
match between.. uh… this guy with the blond hair, and that kid
with the green hair,” the man said in a melancholic, spaced out
voice, and also childishly pointed at us when he respectively called
our ‘names’, “will be a… uh… 3-on-3
match?” he got confirmation from Barry angrily nodding his
head. “Oh, okay. A 3-on-3 match with no items being used.
Ummm... start now, I guess. I’ll just sit over here.”

Simultaneously,
we threw our Pokéballs out and out came a Magnezone and a
Heracross. Yeah, a Heracross. Ffffffffuck. I knew this wouldn’t
end well, but I had to try.

“Magnezone,
use Supersonic!” I commanded, crossing my fingers with the
hopes that Magnezone could outspeed him.

He
did. By the time Barry called out his command, the Heracross was
wobbling dizzily, courtesy of an onslaught of large, thin and
circular waves launched directly at his face. Heracross tried to obey
his orders (Close Combat, unsurprisingly), but ended up punching
himself in the face.

I
snickered, but grimaced, since I unfortunately knew Magnezone’s
time spent in this fight was numbered. That Close Combat will end up
happening eventually, and it’ll hurt like a bitch when it does.
I might as well mess with the bug as much as possible beforehand.

“Magnzone,
use Tri Attack!” I yelled, and was obeyed seconds after, a
triangular beam shooting out of his center eye. The beam hit the
stumbling Heracross in the chest, pushing him back several feet and
into the ground. The Heracross got back up, now snapped out of
confusion by the sudden impact, but was holding his stomach, which
was a glowing red.

“Yes!”
I murmured under my breath. “He’s burned.”

Unfortunately,
the celebration was cut short. “Heracross! Let’s try
Close Combat again!”

“Hera!”
was uttered, before the bug’s place in the arena was last
discernable, for right afterwards he darted in a blinding speed right
up to Magnezone and rapidly and viciously punched Magnezone over and
over, until it collapsed in submission.

“Z-zone…”
was what it groaned before finally going out of commission.

“You
did great; especially since I’m sure he thought you’d be
out on the first turn.” I pet him on his antenna and called him
back into his ball. I raised my head to find Barry’s pearly
white grin visible from afar and sulked as I brought out my next
Pokéball.

“This
may be over sooner than expected.” he laughed.

“Maybe
so.” I retorted coldly, “Especially since my Pokémon
gave yours a permanent status condition AND did some damage, despite
you having a move that could take him out in one hit. Yeah, I’d
say this’ll be over pretty quick. C’mon out, Altaria!”

I
opened my Pokéball and out came Altaria, elegantly gliding in
a circle over the arena before gracefully landing in front of me,
facing her enemy and eagerly waiting for a command. Barry shuddered
at the appearance of the Flying type but stood tall and commanded his
Heracross to use Megahorn, to which it complied. Altaria flew up in
the skies before Heracross could do anything. She looked back at me
and I smiled at her. “Aerial Ace.”

She
flew down and in an unreal speed, hardening her soft wings as she
flew down, and slammed hertwo wings against the insect’s face,
sending it crashing to the ground. It couldn’t get up after
that, and with the combined efforts of Altaria’s dead-on attack
and his burn, I wasn’t honestly surprised. Barry cursed under
his breath and called Heracross back, scowling the whole time. “Let’s
show this fluffy ‘dragon’ who’s the boss,
Rapidash.”

He
called out his Rapidash, who was magnificently standing tall on his
four legs, snorting flames from his nostrils. Of course, I ignored
this menacing sight because I was too busy laughing at Barry. “’Who’s
the boss?’ I’m sorry, but did we jump into 1985 while I
wasn’t looking? Is there a Celebi somewhere messing with me?”

“Hmph!”
Barry crossed his arms. “We’ll see how much you’ll
be laughing when you’re sharing a room with Blake. Rapidash!
Fire Blast ‘im!”

Rapidash
snorted smaller flames out of its nose again and complied. It opened
its mouth and with a chilling whinny, it shot an intense, star-shaped
mass of fire. Of course, with Altaria’s borderline ridiculous
speed, and Fire Blast’s terrible accuracy, she easily dodged it
and proceeded to obey her own orders, Dragonbreath. Darted right next
to Rapidash and shot out a blue and purple flame from her mouth, the
fires themselves making their own roar as they devoured the stallion
and the land around it.

Barry
scoffed, “Even if it’s a Dragon type move, it still
involves flames. You really think that’s a smart thing to do?”

I
shrugged. “Just as smart as using a move with terrible accuracy
on the first move, yeah.”

Barry
frowned. “You little… I ought to fine you for that...
Here’s a smart move. Rapidash use Flare Blitz!”

Rapidash
– who seemed just as provoked as his master – stomped on
the ground, fire surrounding his hooves. He reared his front legs
back and stood on his hinds making a terrible shriek before sprinting
to Altaria the minute his front legs touched the ground again, a
blazing inferno surrounding his body. He sprinted faster and faster,
until he was right beneath her, and jumped in the air at her, hitting
Altaria dead on with a blazing slam.

Altaria
fell to the ground, but still had the strength to stand. I was
concerned for Altaria, but knew this match was over. “Altaria…
Earthquake.”

“Taria!”
she nodded and shook the entire arena, cracking the ground and almost
vibrating the entire backyard. Rapidash was crashing back and forth,
hitting the ground and things around him over and over and over,
until he couldn’t stand anymore from the constant blows.

“Gaaaaah,
crap! You did a good job, Rapidash.” he sighed and called him
back into his ball. He smiled, though unlike his previous smirks,
this one was of earnest. “I gotta say, Wal, you really are
doing better than I thought. I forget sometimes that you’re
been battling for 4 years.”

I
shrugged. “Heh, same to you. For someone who’s a year
behind, you sure got me on the edge of my seat. I almost regret
having to make you do what you’re gonna have to do.”

“Heh!”
Barry scoffed. “I should fine you for being so sure of
yourself. I’ll fine you 1 Torterra butt-kicking! C’mon
out!”

In
seconds, emerging from a white light that sprung from his Pokéball,
a Torterra was glaring at Altaria and I roaring at us as he entered.
Altaria looked back at me frightened, but I walked up to her and pet
her head, which, despite the circumstances, caused her to chirp
contently.

“Don’t
worry, girl,” I started scratching her head, which made her
nuzzle against my chest. “I know you won’t make it
against him, even with your advantage.”

I
pulled out two Pokéballs, one of which I used to Altaria and
holstered. The other I held up to my face and kissed for good luck
(shut the hell up, it works, honestly). I opened the ball and out
came a stretching Mawile, one I had caught recently when I returned
to Hoenn. As I had expected, Barry began to laugh.

“A
Maw- ?” he couldn’t even finish the Pokémon’s
name, he was too busy guffawing at the scenario: a giant,
earth-shattering tortoise against a little imp that wore a fluffy
dress. And here he was talking to the boy that’s betting on the
imp. “Oh wow. That… HA! That’s just too much. Boy,
am I glad I didn’t chicken out. Alright, Torterra, Earthquake
her and let’s call it a day.”

Torterra
smirked, just as cocky as his master, and shook the ground akin to
how Altaria did. Of course, before he could even stomp his front
hooves, Mawile wasn’t even on the ground. She was already
sitting on Torterra’s tree, dangling her legs, laughing
mischievously at her quick work. Torterra was outraged, though
shocked at first, and shook violently from side to, trying his
damnedest to shake her off. Mawile just affectionately hugged the
trunk of Torterra’s tree and giggled at the rise she had gotten
out of Torterra.

Our
battle had actually gathered a crowd. Many Gym Leaders (one of them a
cute, pink-haired girl that I’ll mention later on) had gathered
to see the battle and were cheering for their side of choice. Though,
no matter what side each person was on, EVERYONE laughed (or went
d’awwww) at Mawile’s toying with Torterra. Not only
because Mawile was being an adorable little bastard, but because
Torterra looked absolutely silly trying to shake a Mawile off of him
like a flea infestation and failing to do so.

Finally,
after 10 whole minutes of shaking and slamming against trees and
rolling on the ground to get her off, Torterra simply collapsed,
panting after expending all of his energy into getting her off. He
probably wouldn’t have acted so bluntly, but the pure
humiliation of it all had brought him into a rage, not caring about
saving energy. Mawile playfully yawned and jumped off of the branch,
landing on Torterra’s head. She looked over at me and tilted
her head, letting out a “Maw?” in terms of asking for
confirmation. I nodded, and she beamed at the allowance.

Flames
appeared around her giant second set of jaws which was grinning
maliciously as fire escaped its throat. Mawile jumped in the air and
did a little, show-offy spin before falling back down to the giant
tortoise, diving head-first, her second jaw at the head of the
charge, wide open and ready to bite. Torterra tried to move out of
the way, even just a little, but he was too exhausted. Mawile’s
Fire Fang landed right on the top of his head, jaws clamped around
the sides of his face. Mawile let go and did another jump into the
air, landing in front of the beast, and finishing it all off with a
little curtsy.

Torterra
was finished, no questioning that. Fatigue and a super effective
attack to the face made that quite obvious. It took Barry a good
three minutes to call him back though. His face was stuck in shock;
that his most trusted Pokémon, a giant beast that could make a
maelstrom of leaves and fissures show up… defeated by a fluffy
little imp was more than he could comprehend. I withdrew Mawile, who
stuck her tongue out at Barry before being returned: he sure as hell
wouldn’t be making fun of Mawiles ANYTIME soon.

The
audience applauded; both Barry for the good show and me for being the
victor. I felt… great! I forgot how awesome it feels to battle
– and to win. Barry finally recalled his Pokéball and
started nervously laughing to himself.

“Eheh,
you didn’t actually MEAN for me to kiss Lucas, right? That was
just a little X-mas joke… right?”

I
dusted myself off and smirked at him, walking towards him slowly.
“Oh, God no. I was quite serious when I said that. And I expect
you to follow through now just as much as I did when we made that
bet.”

“OH,
COME ON!” Barry was putting his hands up defensively. “It’s
not like I was ACTUALLY gonna make you leave my room. I didn’t
mean it!”

“Then
why make the bet at all?” I raised my eyebrow. “If you
didn’t mean your terms and didn’t expect me to make mine,
why even mention terms. I wasn’t even going to make any bets
related to it. YOU did. So you have far less of a right to complain
than I do.”

“I…
I… Ugh…” Barry rested his face in his hands, out
of embarrassment or frustration, I can’t quite tell you. “Can
I at least change my terms?”

I
sighed. He really wasn’t gonna give up, huh? “Fine. But
YOU won’t be choosing the new terms. I at LEAST earn the right
to decide the new one. Instead… you’ll run 25 laps
around the house. In your boxers.”

“M-my
boxers!? B-but…!”

“No
more changes. Do that, or kiss your best friend. That’s my
final offer.” I felt like Donphan Trump and DAMN, did it feel
awesome.

Barry
started to say something in his defense, but finally saw the lesser
of two evils and stripped. After a minute, he was down to his boxers.
“25 laps?”

“25,”
I nodded, “And I’ll be watching from the balcony, so
don’t go thinking you can skimp out on me.”

“Fiiiine.”
Barry groaned. He stood in the same spot until Gardevoir and I made
our way up to the balcony to relish in our victory. We watched Barry
run around a large house, almost naked, with dozens of people
watching and it was as glorious as I thought it’d be. Garde and
I just leaned on the balcony’s railing, joining in the cheering
that would be bellowed by the spectators every time Barry passed by
them. We just couldn’t stop laughing. After Barry’s 13^th
or so lap, I heard a light, girly voice murmur, “Oh, he’s
got a Gardevoir. Greeeeat.”

I
knew that tone. Damn, did I know that tone well. The tone that said,
“He’s a sick fuck that sleeps with his Pokémon
because he’s a desperate manchild.” I hated those
stereotypes. I was sick of automatically being assumed of sleeping
with my first Pokémon and best friend. Garde despised the
assumptions as well. That’s why the second we turned around,
the girl’s arms were already telepathically twisted. She was
about my age, with light pink hair. She wore what looked like a getup
someone’d be caught wearing at a Gym. Uhhh, not the one with
Pokémon, the ones where you work out. She was barefoot –
odd, considering the high elevation and season made it pretty damned
cold – and was a Lucario, which was her partner, or Pokémon
she never put in their Pokéball. At the sight of the Lucario,
who was just about to pounce on Gardevoir and I, we let go and just
started snickering.

“Really?”
I said between interrupting chuckles. “You’re gonna
criticize me for having a Gardevoir, when you’re standing there
next to a Lu-”

“Sh-shut
up!” she stammered and followed with a jab to my arm, which
only made me giggle at the sheer ridiculousness of the whole thing
even more.

I
cleared my throat and got serious. This girl was cute. VERY cute. And
I’ll be damned if I end up getting an adorable girl pissed off
at me. “I wasn’t saying that offensively. Just surprised
you’re not only not feeling somewhat relateable, but you’re
actually disgusted.”

“Relatable?
Relatable to what exactly?” she asked defensively. She was
still scowling. Of course I didn’t mind. That just made her
even more adorable. She kinda reminded me of Yellow… But
without the 2 big brothers that’d fuck me up for spending more
than half an hour with her alone… like Halloween. Will I ever
forget the scolding and threats I got after trick or treating?
Probably not. But that ain’t my problem anymore! Ethan can have
that all to himself.

“Well…
you know how it goes.” I began, kind of scratching my head. I
was a little uncomfortable talking about it, even though I hated it
so much for so long. “Have a Pokémon that’s
popular with… certain kinds of people… as your partner
and people automatically think you’re one of ‘those’
people and call you a sicko.”

She
sighed and walked up next to me, leaning against the balcony, making
her back face the view. “Yeah… it probably doesn’t
happen as much to me, since you’re a guy and all, but it’s
happened. Usually spouted by some asshole that I beat on his way out
of the Gym. That makes it mean a whole lot less, but it still hurts,
ya know?”

I
sighed and nodded. Meanwhile, Gardevoir and Lucario were conversing.
They seemed to be getting along well. At the very least, they weren’t
at each other’s throats like they would’ve been a minute
ago. And that’s always nice.

I
decided to break the ice. Silence is actually pretty nice when it’s
with an old friend like Garde, but with someone you’ve just
met… It’s kinda awkward. “So, what brings you to
Lance’s party? Gym Leader? Elite Four?”

The
cute girl burst out laughing when I said ‘Elite Four’ and
- call me crazy - but I’m guessing that meant no. “No,
no, no. ARCEUS no, not in the Elite Four. That’s a tiny bit out
of my league. But I guess that’s what happens when I don’t
introduce myself.” She took a step forward to stop leaning on
the railing and spun around to face me. She smiled a bit and extended
her arm. “Maylene. I’m the Gym Leader of Veilstone City
over in Sinnoh.”

I
reached to shake her hand, but she drew it back and raised her
eyebrow. “NO twisting my arm this time?”

I
scoffed. “Yeah, even though I TOTALLY have the physique to do
it.”

“Hmph!”
she crossed her arms and pouted. “May I ask what a smug bastard
like you is doing here?”

I
would’ve been upset with myself at making her mad, but I
realize she was more embarrassed at being wrong than angry at my
sarcasm. Friggin. Adorable. I just smirked. “I’m not as
important as a Gym Leader, that’s for sure. Just a trainer that
lives with Green and other trainers.”

“Green,
huh? Wasn’t he the champion for a short time?” she looked
at me somewhat confused. I forgot how far away Sinnoh is from Kanto.
The fact she didn’t know who Green was startled me at first.

“Umm,
yeah, for a time. But he, just like Red, the guy that replaced him,
pretty much blazed through the whole league. He’s being nice
and letting us stay with him. And unless you prefer ‘smug
bastard’, you can call me Wally.”

“Nice
to meetcha, Wally.” She extended her arm – for real, this
time – and we finally shook hands. “Likewi- OW!” I
shook my hand when our handshake was done. Damn, she had a grip. Not
sure if she knew it or not, but it still kinda hurt. She just scoffed
and rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop being such a wimp.”

“Who
you calling a wimp!?”

She
stuck her tongue out. “The skinny kid in the nerdy clothing,
that’s who.”

I
looked down at my buttoned-up, long sleeved shirt. “Oh, haha.
YOU’RE gonna get on to ME for wearing odd clothing?” I
couldn’t help but laugh. “You look like you’re
ready to lift weights. At least I’m dressing formally.”

“Dorky
and formal are not the same thing.” she sang.

“Feh!
Whatever.” I leaned back against the railing. I didn’t
like the back and forth bickering, so I decided to try and change the
subject a little. “But I guess I can’t say I’m
surprised at you wearing something like that. I heard it’s cold
as hell up in Sinnoh around this time. This is probably nothing in
comparison.”

“It’s
a little nippy at times.” She shrugged and walked up next to
me, looking out at the plateau. “Veilstone isn’t all that
bad. It’s Snowpoint and Celestic at times that get pretty
cold.”

So
then we started talking about each other’s regions. I asked her
about Sinnoh, she told me about all the leaders, the Elite 4, their
Champion, all that stuff. I told her I was born and raised in Hoenn,
told her about it and how its environment is insane. How you can go
from desert to a volcano in an hour long walk. We kept talking until
Maylene’s stomach started growling. She put her hand against it
and frowned.

“Crap,
I should get something to eat. I’ll be back in a minute.”
she walked to the door inside and stopped. She turned around and
looked at me. “What do you like to eat? I could getcha
something from the buffet, too.”

I
smiled at that. “Nah, I’ll come with. We can eat there,
indoors.” I raised my eyebrow and grinned. “Unless you
don’t want to be seen walking with a ‘dork’.”

Maylene
rolled her eyes and smiled, making her way inside. Gardevoir,
Lucario, and myself soon followed. As we walked to the buffet, I
couldn’t help but internally celebrate as I summarized how the
party was going so far in my head. At first, it sucked terribly. I
figured out Yellow liked Ethan, and completely fell apart over it,
even though I shouldn’t have. But, not only did I win a pretty
damned fun battle against an esteemed Sinnoh trainer AND I also got
to make Barry run around in public in his boxers, but I also met this
really cute chick who actually gives a shit about me. Better than
anything I could find in a box or an oversized sock, that’s for
sure.
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