well UvU I'm trying to write as many ships as possible! I really am and here have some N/Yancy. because I said so. Also, these next couple of things i'm uploading are really short. sorry.
Pokemon isn't mine, duh.
Yancy was a dreamer.
She knew the romances she had starred in on television were fake… only because Curtis had told her that love isn't planned. It doesn't work like the way it's acted. That it's random.
But yet, she and millions of other girls dreamed of that one, perfectly beautiful kiss.
That one perfectly beautiful boy.
And according to Curtis, that had a very slim chance of happening, but it would happen. Or it would feel like it, at the very least.
Yancy would wait, lonely and long, like the good girl she was.
But as hopeful as she was, dreams kept her waiting, kept her trying to make it happen herself. To force it.
Boys came and went, none caught her eye, none made her want to explode, none made her heart want to pop.
Minus that one.
The one she had seen on the Ferris wheel, with a longing look in his eyes, similar to her own, as if he was waiting as well.
He swelled in her mind.
She had not uttered a word, a sound, and yet he smiled at her everyday as if she was a little girl in the sandbox.
Yancy hated it.
She hated it because when he saw her on TV he would comment on how pretty she was.
He would say he would love to meet her, say things here and there that made her smile, made her want to dream even more.
She sighed at the Ferris wheel.
She dreadfully wanted to go on with him, the one who made her smile.
But she was nothing but a little girl in his eyes.
Curtis had dragged her onto the Ferris wheel once, but then he waved her off.
Sigh.
If this thing ended up failing, she could always go back to Curtis to help it blow over faster.
She was on the Ferris wheel.
With him.
The one who made her smile.
She had been waiting in line and was randomly chosen to go on with him.
She was blushing, even through the simplest question of asking for a name.
"Yancy," she said, quietly but audible.
"N," he stated, and paused, "You know you look a lot like that girl from TV. Are you related by any chance?"
"I… guess you could say that."
She turned away from him, pink adorning her cheeks.
She was still a little girl, no matter if she believed it or not.
He pulled off her hat playfully, his naivety obviously showing as her cheeks burned brighter and he smiled at her.
Gleefully, he began to speak, Yancy still incredibly red faced.
"Maybe I'll take you to the park sometime…"
(It was then that she decided that if he was a little boy, being a little girl was perfectly alright with her.)