“That was so intense, [Name]! Who knew you had this much fight in you?”
A gale rushed through the forest, pine trees shivering as their rough bristles trembled harmonically. They grew tall, embracing the blue skies with their rough, bark-covered arms, leaving a sliver of sunlight to touch the loamy earth. You threw your bag down and relaxed with a terse stretch, feeling the adrenaline rushing through your veins mixing with the natural joy of simply being outdoors. Inhale - the tantalizing aroma of mint, thistle, aster. Exhale, refresh.
“Duh, Brendan. Would you expect any less?”
“Maybe.”
You stared arrows at him as he innocently held up his hands. “Just kidding, [Name]! I lost, dude.”
“You better be.”
You both flopped into the cool grass, strained from the battling. A Taillow chirped in the distance as a flock of Swablu flew past, barely above the towering coniferous trees.
“[Name], do you like me?”
You blushed at the sudden question. “You mean as a friend?”
“No. More than that.”
“For Arceus’ sake, Brendan. This is so embarrassing. Why would you ask this all of a sudden? We’re good friends, aren’t we? We’ve known each other since forever.”
“That’s why I’m asking,” he replied softly, rolling over onto his stomach and staring into your eyes.
“I’ll answer that for you later.”
***
“Hey, so!” The cheery voice on the other line blared into your ear from the PokéNav, and you held it away, wincing. He was always so loud.
“Yeah, hey,” you greeted Brendan in return with uncertainty. You heard Steven get up and walk out of the house to give you privacy, and felt worse than ever.
“So star show tonight for sure, right?”
“Uhm… y-yes. Can we actually talk in person this afternoon?”
“Sure,” he chortled. “I’m sure you have something important to tell me, right? Where should we meet?”
“South shoreline, facing Sootopolis.” You fidgeted with the phone. “I have to go. Bye.” Abruptly hanging up, you angrily hurled your PokéNav onto the bed. It’s the end of July tomorrow. Steven leaves the day after the star show. A quick glance out the front-facing window told you that Steven had already taken off on his Skarmory somewhere, bound to return late that night.
***
“Is your dad alright with our relationship? I have yet to talk to him in person about it, but…”
You smiled mischievously, index finger to your lips. “It’s okay. We’ll keep it on the down low until we decide to make it official. After all, I’m not a kid anymore. I can handle it on my own.”
Steven groaned a touch, running a hand through his hair. “[Name], you’re always so stubborn.”
“You have to call me Champion [Name],” you chided.
“Fine – Champion [Name],” he said with a mocking bow. You stuck your tongue out a little.
“I’m kidding, Steven!”
***
“Brendan.”
He turned around, brightening up as soon as he saw you. The sandy silt shifted around his sneakers, leaving rough imprints as he strode towards you.
“[Name]. I’m looking forward to tomorrow!”
“Brendan, I can’t go.” Shuddering breath in, exhale. “I understand you have feelings for me, but I’m dating Steven. I’m really, really sorry I didn’t make that clear to you earlier…”
His smile dropped, crestfallen. His hands hung limply at his sides. The blue crests rose and broke at your feet, dissipating into white foam and hissing as the waves receded for another minute before repeating the process. Rinse, wash, repeat.
After a difficult silence, he finally spoke up. His eyes were filled with… remorse? “It’s alright, [Name]. I get it. That’s no problem though.” He gave you a thumbs-up. “I totally get it.”
You grimaced. “You’re sure, right? I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He grinned. “What happens – happens. It’s out of my control.”
“We’re still friends?”
He fist-bumped you. “Duh, [Name]. Would you expect any less?”
“That was so intense, [Name]! Who knew you had this much fight in you?” A gale rushed through the forest, pine trees shivering as their rough bristles trembled harmonically. They grew tall, embracing the blue skies with their rough, bark-covered arms, leaving a sliver of sunlight to touch the loamy earth. You threw your bag down and relaxed with a terse stretch, feeling the adrenaline rushing through your veins mixing with the natural joy of simply being outdoors. Inhale - the tantalizing aroma of mint, thistle, aster. Exhale, refresh. “Duh, Brendan. Would you expect any less?” “Maybe.” You stared arrows at him as he innocently held up his hands. “Just kidding, [Name]! I lost, dude.” “You better be.” You both flopped into the cool grass, strained from the battling. A Taillow chirped in the distance as a flock of Swablu flew past, barely above the towering coniferous trees. “[Name], do you like me?” You blushed at the sudden question. “You mean as a friend?” “No. More than that.” “For Arceus’ sake, Brendan. This is so embarrassing. Why would you ask this all of a sudden? We’re good friends, aren’t we? We’ve known each other since forever.” “That’s why I’m asking,” he replied softly, rolling over onto his stomach and staring into your eyes. “I’ll answer that for you later.” *** “Hey, so!” The cheery voice on the other line blared into your ear from the PokéNav, and you held it away, wincing. He was always so loud. “Yeah, hey,” you greeted Brendan in return with uncertainty. You heard Steven get up and walk out of the house to give you privacy, and felt worse than ever. “So star show tonight for sure, right?” “Uhm… y-yes. Can we actually talk in person this afternoon?” “Sure,” he chortled. “I’m sure you have something important to tell me, right? Where should we meet?” “South shoreline, facing Sootopolis.” You fidgeted with the phone. “I have to go. Bye.” Abruptly hanging up, you angrily hurled your PokéNav onto the bed. It’s the end of July tomorrow. Steven leaves the day after the star show. A quick glance out the front-facing window told you that Steven had already taken off on his Skarmory somewhere, bound to return late that night. *** “Is your dad alright with our relationship? I have yet to talk to him in person about it, but…” You smiled mischievously, index finger to your lips. “It’s okay. We’ll keep it on the down low until we decide to make it official. After all, I’m not a kid anymore. I can handle it on my own.” Steven groaned a touch, running a hand through his hair. “[Name], you’re always so stubborn.” “You have to call me Champion [Name],” you chided. “Fine – Champion [Name],” he said with a mocking bow. You stuck your tongue out a little. “I’m kidding, Steven!” *** “Brendan.” He turned around, brightening up as soon as he saw you. The sandy silt shifted around his sneakers, leaving rough imprints as he strode towards you. “[Name]. I’m looking forward to tomorrow!” “Brendan, I can’t go.” Shuddering breath in, exhale. “I understand you have feelings for me, but I’m dating Steven. I’m really, really sorry I didn’t make that clear to you earlier…” His smile dropped, crestfallen. His hands hung limply at his sides. The blue crests rose and broke at your feet, dissipating into white foam and hissing as the waves receded for another minute before repeating the process. Rinse, wash, repeat. After a difficult silence, he finally spoke up. His eyes were filled with… remorse? “It’s alright, [Name]. I get it. That’s no problem though.” He gave you a thumbs-up. “I totally get it.” You grimaced. “You’re sure, right? I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He grinned. “What happens – happens. It’s out of my control.” “We’re still friends?” He fist-bumped you. “Duh, [Name]. Would you expect any less?”
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