Raindrops

Chapter One

In the Rain

Do you love me, or do you not?

You told me once but I forgot.

A petite brunette sat comfortably on her Whimsicott designed beanbag, her fingers playing with the lose strands of her carpet. On the other hand, her dark-haired childhood friend, Cheren, stood by the window, mumbling to himself about the rain and a certain blonde who just had to be late that day.

"That idiot," Cheren grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently and running his hand through his dark blue hair. "It's bad enough it's raining. Does she really have to be late all the time?"

The brunette laughed, leaning backwards so that her brown hair just barely touched the carpet. "You can't blame her," She pointed out, "Her hair gets all messy on rainy days."

Cheren snorted, not averting his gaze; instead staring out the window, even though you could barely see anything, with the rain pouring down. "That's why they invented umbrellas, Touko."

Touko raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Oh, really? Cheren, we've been friends since we were in diapers-" Cheren coughed loudly into his fist, as a warning not to go anymore into detail about their childhood. But she ignored him, continuing. "-And you still don't know that the only umbrella Bianca owns is that red Tepig one, when she got when she was five?"

Cheren remained aloof, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep them warm. The heat today had been unfortunately shut down by Touko's mother. Her mother had justified herself by stating that today was not as chilly as the others, therefore saving money by shutting the heat off.

Touko had tried to convince her to flip it back on, coming up with an excuse on the spot, saying that Cheren, being the sensitive nerd he was, was going to freeze up and get sick.

Of course, Cheren didn't play along, protesting that he was definitely not going to get sick. Well, that ruined Touko's plan immediately, making her mom shoot the 'You'd-better-listen-to-me-young-lady face', and return to washing the dishes.

Now they were stuck in a chilly room, and Cheren's action of shoving-the-hands-into-pockets made Touko shoot up, a triumph smirk spreading across her face. "Aha! You are cold!"

Immediately Cheren regretted what he did, flushing and ripping his hands out of his pockets. "Am not!" he snapped, whipping around to meet Touko's face, inches away from his.

Playfully, she grabbed him by the nose with her thumb and index, pinching hard enough to make him yelp. "Are…too!" She said in a sing-song voice, skipping over to her bed and plopping down, belly first.

Cheren resisted the urge run over and pinch her back for revenge, but he'd knew too well that she'd probably sneak another pinch later when he least suspected it.

As he debated over the pointless topic, the door bell rang. Touko heard her mother's loud steps from downstairs, as she rushed to dry her hands to open the door.

Not even seconds later, her quiet home became a mad house. Bianca's voice literally bounced off the creamy walls, making her sound very loud.

In a matter of seconds, she heard a knocking on the door; that snapped Cheren out of his thoughts.

"Finally!" He breathed walking across the room, turning the knob and letting Bianca burst in, holding a purple gift box.

"Hey guys! Were you waiting long?" she chattered excitedly, placing the box down on Touko's bed and rushing over to give Touko a quick one-armed hug.

"We've been waiting since forever." Cheren informed her nonchalantly, walking up to the two girls. Bianca stuck her tongue out at him, but he ignored her and eyed the gift box. "Is this what I think it is?"

A wide smile quickly spread over her face, and she lifted the top of the box, revealing three red and white Pokѐballs, each tagged with a small sticky note, naming the starter Pokѐmon held within the capsules. "Totally," She said, eyes brimming with happiness. "I, like, never thought this day would come!"

Cheren snorted, crossing his arms. "I do believe that we age, Bianca, and we do get our Pokѐmon when we're sixteen." Bianca easily waved him off with, "Whatever you say," and lifted the middle capsule into her hands, eyes moving across the sticky note. "Tepig! I want Tepig!" She cried out loud.

Touko giggled at Bianca's immatureness, reaching for the Pokѐball that was marked with 'Oshawott'. "I'll take this one then." Then she stole a glance at Cheren, smirking.

He rolled his eyes at her, snatching the third, and last, capsule that held Snivy, into his hand. "I guess I have no choice then," he mumbled, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, hey!" Bianca piped up, skipping over to one end of Touko's bedroom. "Lets have a battle, see who's stronger?"

Touko jumped from her bed enthusiastically holding out her new Pokѐball, challengingly. "You're on."

"Hey, you can't just battle here; you'll mess up the whole place!" Cheren protested, holding his arm out between them. Bianca pouted, striking a finger at him. "But if we battle, outside, Tepig will surely get weakened; it iis/i raining! And Oshawott would get the advantage!"

"Then you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"No way! We battle now!"


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