Hello, blazingalex here. Welcome to a very sexual, very dramatic, and very humorous story written by me and a few online friends. Don't ask how I met them, it's a long story. Let's get going! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: New Kid on the Block

I hate moving. It's always go here, no go there, no back here again. It sucks ass. I think I'm starting to get whiplash. For a while now, I've been looking for a way to cope with this. I've tried music, video games, and even light reading, but nothing. I suppose that's why I wrote this, another attempt to feel less… Depressed. Friends come, friends go, though typically I'm the one who's going. My dad keeps getting promoted. With the promotion comes a new location. With the new location, comes a pay raise. Every time we move, it's like something new opens up. Oftentimes, it's not positive. Whether it's a feeling of loneliness, or more assholes to complicate things, every city is the same story. And it almost never has a happy ending. A couple times I've been lucky, but it generally goes to shit. I'm hoping this'll be a better place, since apparently I'll be here at the very least until I graduate.

And it was.

My crimson eyes glossed over as I continued to stare out the window of the car, watching the trees pass by without a hello or goodbye. A hand held my chin up on the door. One of my spikes pressed against the glass. We pulled up to our new house, two stories tall, brick, and fairly new. The glass windows reflected the sunlight and the surroundings, and since we were moving in, someone had decided to spruce up the lawn a little. We wouldn't have our stuff for a few days, for now we just had a few mattresses, clothes, and other basic necessities.

"Okay, son," my dad said, turning the car off.

I sighed. "How far exactly is the school?"

"About a mile or so away. Why?"

"I wanted to know if I'll be able to walk there." I opened the car door and stood up to my full length; 6'2" and athletic build. My knees cracked.

"It'll be a longer walk, but yes you can." He popped the trunk, allowing me to open it up. I grabbed my suitcase out of the trunk and walked to the front door, where I waited for my dad to unlock it. Stepping inside, I gasped lightly at the large foyer that I stood in. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling over the stairs. Two rooms branched off on both sides, both leading to some sort of lounge room. I walked upstairs and looked into the first room. It was a decently sized bathroom. The bath was separated from the shower (Which instead of using curtains used a glass door) with the toilet and sink on the other side of the room. I looked into the mirror above the sink and closed my eyes for a moment.

Time slowed down as I stood deep in my thoughts. Voices of past friends and foes filled my mind. Screams and shouts of me and my friends as we ran. My hands clenched the side of the sink tightly. We had plenty of bad memories anyway...They only fueled the nightmares…

"Lucas!" My dad shouted from downstairs. My eyes shot open. "I need your help down here!"

"Coming!" I yelled back, my head clearing from the darkness that lurked in my mind. Pushing away from the sink, I walked out of the room and downstairs to help my dad.

He was holding a couple air mattresses "Can you get the air pumps?"

I stretched and said "Sure." I walked outside and got the pump from the trunk. I grabbed his suitcase while I was there and closed the trunk. I walked inside and set them both down next to my suitcase in the kitchen. "You think Mom is laughing at us?"

"Son, I don't know what to tell you," Dad grunted. "For all I know, that woman is getting an STD from the mailman. And that's her problem. C'mon, help me set this up upstairs." He dragged the deflated mattresses over to the stairs; I followed behind with the pump in my hand.

The mattresses thumped on each step as I followed my dad, making sure nothing fell. Great moral support from me. When we got to the top he walked into one of the other rooms and set one down.

"This'll be your room, okay?"

"Ok, big enough for me." I plugged in the pump in and filled up the air mattress. "What time is it?"

He pulled out his phone. "Uhh, almost seven."

"Looking outside, I'm guessing AM."

"Dude, no. We had dinner half an hour ago, remember?"

"Time differences, it's dinner to us coming from another region…"

"Shut up and blow up the mattress."

"Just letting it finish." He shook his head at me.

"I swear, you're getting sassier and sassier by the day."

"One of my most notable qualities." He placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You're definitely my son. Now, once that is done, meet me in the next room for my mattress."

"Ok." I waited a few minutes for the mattress to finish, then brought him the pump. "Free air, courtesy of the region." Hooking up the pump, I plugged it in and fired it up. As the motor hummed, I walked over to the window and peered out. Trees shook lightly. A Zangoose wandered around on the sidewalk across the street. A shiny Eevee followed him, texting away on her phone. I watched them as they walked down the street to a bus stop. A Gallade and Cyndaquil greeted them there. I watched them talk as they waited for the bus to pick them up. I sighed and went to turn the pump off.

"Everything okay?" My dad asked, looking at my face.

"As good as it could be…" I replied, wrapping the pump up. With another sigh, I walked out of the room to return the pump back to the car. I walked back inside and went upstairs to my room. "I'm gonna go to sleep now." I laid down on my bed and slowly closed my eyes.

And that'll do it for the first chapter. Remember to review and PM me if you want us to add anything to the story. blazingalex, out!