I don't know what I'm doing. I guess I've been playing Pokemon Ruby so much INSTEAD OF UPDATING MY STORIES that I had an idea and here it is. I don't know why but I changed May's name to the name of my character in Pokemon Ruby. I guess I just felt Jordan was a better name for May. *shrugs* So yeah, it's BrendanXMay, but it's not. 'Cause it's BrendanXJordan. XP

"Bye, Mom!" I raced out the door in my brand new running shoes, eager to start my adventure.

Bonk! is the noise that you hear when two foreheads collide. "Ow!" I winced and clutched my forehead in pain.

I looked up at the other person, and saw a cute boy with white hair, who was also clutching his forehead. He looked up and I saw pretty sapphire blue eyes. Much prettier than my brownish-reddish ones.

"Uh... hi," he held out his hand. "I'm... Brendan."

I took his hand hesitantly. "I-I'm Jordan."

"Hey — aren't you the girl that just moved in next door?" he asked. "And you're dad's a gym leader?"

"Er — yeah," I replied.

"Cool. Hey, you're pretty," he immediately blushed.

I returned the blush, "Um... thanks..." It was very awkward.

"Mud!" Brendan and I both look down on the convenient blue fish Pokemon, who was nipping at Brendan's pant leg.

"Mudkip..." Brendan sighed and took a Pokeball and captured the Mudkip in it. "She's the most annoying Pokemon ever. She's always getting out of her Pokeball and nipping me," he explained.

"Hey — do you have any Pokemon?" he asked.

I shook my head. "My mom told me I can buy–"

He cut me off, "Don't worry! I can help you catch one!"

"Really?"

"Yeah!" he beamed. "It would be my pleasure!"

"Brendan!" a female voice, probably his mom's, called.

"Coming!" he called back. He turned back to me, "Sorry! Maybe I can help you catch a Pokemon later!" he ran to a house not far away. Littleroot Town definitely lived up to its name. It doesn't take long to run from one end to the other.

Just as Brendan disappeared from my sight, I heard a yell; "H-help!"

I ran past a boy with blue hair, out of town. There was a man with brownish-reddish hair getting chasing by what I thought might be a Poochyena, but I wasn't sure.

"Hey! You there! Please help me! There's Pokeballs in my bag!" I rushed toward a small brown bag and looked through it hurriedly, pulling out a random Pokeball and throwing it toward the Poochyena. It almost hit the Pokemon.

There was a flash of light as the Pokeball opened, and out came a chick. He looked toward me, as if waiting for me to command him.

I racked my brain for Pokemon moves I had learned from Pokemon school. I was pretty sure this was a Torchic, but didn't remember what it could do. It had talons... "Scratch!" I commanded.

Torchic turned toward the Poochyena and scratched her. She, in return, growled at him, causing his attack to lower.

"Scratch!" I called again. The Poochyena fainted. I left it alone, knowing that it'll come to later.

The man turned to look at me. "I was in the grass when that Pokemon jumped me! You saved me. Thanks a lot!" Recognition suddenly came into his brown eyes. "You're Jordan! I haven't seen you since you were little!" he gave me a warm smile.

"I–"

"This is not the place to chat, let's go to my Pokemon lab, okay?" I could do nothing but nod.


"Well, I'm Professor Birch," he said. "You know, your father has told me a lot about you. I think you have his blood in your veins. Back there with my Torchic– you were a real natural." He smiled, "Keep it."

"Huh?"

"Keep the Torchic."

I widened my eyes. "But — but I can't do that!"

"Yes, you can." He smiled in amusement. "Besides, he's taken a liking to you."

I looked down and saw the chick nuzzling my leg. "A-alright. Thank you so much!"

"My pleasure." He yawned, "My kid, Brendan, I don't know if you've met him or not, he's studying Pokemon not far from here. You should go see him. Maybe he could show you how to battle?"

"Sure..."

"Great! Brendan should be happy, too. Get Brendan to teach you what it means to be a trainer." With that, I left.

I set out in search of Brendan. It probably wouldn't be hard; there was sort of a path.

As I ran through some tall grass, a worm — or a caterpillar, whatever — Pokemon jumped me. I let out Torchic, and cried out, "Scratch!" The Pokemon — I think I remember it to be a Wurmple — used string shot, and luckily missed. I called out Scratch again, and the Wurmple fainted.

"Yes! High-five!" Torchic jumped up and high-fived me with his claw, then jumped back into his Pokeball.

Eventually, I got to a town. A sign read, "OLDALE TOWN 'Where things start off scarce.'" Hm.

I went past a guy holding a sketchbook with black hair and glasses, but he pulled me back. "Aaaaah! Wait! Please don't come in here."

"Why not?"

"I just discovered the footprints of a rare Pokemon! Wait until I finish sketching them, okay?"

"...Okay then." I found another way out of town, and took that route instead.

A few Pokemon battles later, I saw a figure turned away from me with white hair. It must've been Brendan! I walked up to the boy.

"Okay, so it's this one and that one that live on Route 103..." he turned toward me sharply, causing our foreheads to make that Bonk! noise again.

"Aaaaah!" he both clutched our foreheads, again.

"Jordan!" he grinned. "Stop doing that!" we both chuckled.

"Guess what? Your dad gave me a Pokemon! See?" I pulled my Pokeball out and Torchic popped out.

"Chic!" Torchic looked up at Brendan.

"He gave me Mudkip too! Hey, since we both have Pokemon now, how about a little battle? I'll teach you what a trainer's about!" he grinned slyly. "I'd probably win, though."

"No way. I'd SO win. I accept your challenge. Prepare to feel the wrath of Torchic!"

Brendan pulled out a Pokeball. "Mudkip is a water type. Water is super effective against fire types."

I glared. "Whatever."

He chuckled and threw his Pokeball. Mudkip popped out of it. "Mud!"

And so, our battle began.

"Go, Torchic! Scratch!" Torchic obediently scratched Mudkip lightly.

"Tackle, Mudkip!" Mudkip barreled into Torchic, landing on top of him.

"Scratch!" Torchic repeated what he did before, causing Mudkip to leap off of him.

"Tackle!" Mudkip got on top of Torchic again.

"Scratch!" Torchic scratched her again, causing her to faint.

"Yes! High-five!" Torchic jumped up and gave his trainer a high-five with his claw cheerfully.

"Huh, Jordan, you're not too shabby."

"Nope!" Torchic jumped back into his ball.

"I think I get it. I think I know why my dad has his eye out for you now."

I gave him a questioning look.

"Look, your Pokemon already likes, you, even though you just got it. Jordan, I get the feeling that you could befriend any Pokemon with ease."

"Uh..."

"Err... we should head back to the lab," he said awkwardly, and hurried back toward the way I had come from.

I followed, of course not keeping up, for he was already past Oldale Town, wondering about that kid. He can change really fast. So far it always ends in an awkward moment or silence. His eyes are really pretty...

I jumped back into reality as Brendan's voice cut through my thoughts. "I'm heading back to my dad's lab now. Jordan, you should hustle back, too." He took off again.

Didn't he just say that a few minutes ago?

I shrugged it off, and went in the same direction he went.

As I entered the lab, I heard Professor Birch's voice. "Oh, hi, Jordan!" I went over to where he and Brendan were standing.

"Hi..."

"I heard you beat Brendan on your first try. That's excellent!"

"Y-"

"Brendan's been helping me with my research for a long time. He has an extensive history as a trainer already."

"U-"

"Here, Jordan, I ordered this for my research, but I think you should have this Pokedex." He handed me a weird machine-type-thing. "The Pokedex is a high-tech tool that automatically makes a record of any Pokemon you meet or catch."

"W-" This guy really likes to cut me off, doesn't he?

"My kid, Brendan, goes everywhere with it. Whenever he catches a rare Pokemon and records its data in the Pokedex, why, Brendan looks for me while I'm out doing fieldwork, and shows me. You should see him, he jumps up and down and can't stop speaking," he laughed. "He just goes on and on and on and on—"

"Okay, Dad, alright," Brendan blushed. "Huh... So you got a Pokedex too." He had a look on his face like, Man, now I'm not so special anymore... "Well then, here. I'll give you these." He handed me a few Pokeballs.

"Thanks..." I could've just bought some myself, I have enough money.

"You know it's more fun to have a whole bunch of Pokemon. I'm going to explore all over the place to find different Pokemon! Then I can beat you with them!"

"No way! I'll catch more and I'll beat you!" I retorted.

"Nope! You don't have a chance against the almighty BRENDAN!"

Professor Birch chuckled, "You both will both be great Pokemon trainers." He headed off into another room.

We continued, "Almighty Brendan my foot! I decimated you back there!"

"So? That was just a one time thing! It won't happen again, I promise." He winked. "I guess I'll see you later, then?" he headed for the door.

"Uh, yeah, sure..." He is so confusing... I thought as he went out the door.

How was that for a good start? I dunno if I added enough fluffiness but it's only the first chapter. I'll let you in on a little secret: I hadn't planned for this to be longer than a one-shot, not even longer than a drabble! Shhh... don't tell the people that don't read author's notes! this is a secret just between us... ;)