Author's Note: Hello. This is my first serious attempt to start writing again. If you have read my previous works of pwn, I am sorry that this fails in comparison. Enjoy it anyway! It's for fun and for practice. And really, who the hell gets stories written about them/for them!? Be honoured :D
"Clefairy may be from the moon but it's just a doll. Stop bluffing yourself!"
"Oh yeah? That's what you think! I think Clefairy are real!" Fors stuck out her tongue at Sam.
Sam Keats is the brother of Grandmaster Santa, who is adventuring in the faraway Hoenn region. Fors and Sam are playing the SNES in Fors' room when her mum calls from downstairs.
"Fors! Johnson is here!"
Fors is an ordinary girl who likes food and pretty things. She doesn't look like much.
Barely two seconds after her mother announced Johnson's arrival, the boy was up in Fors' room. "Sup guys!" Johnson greeted them, spinning his pokemon league cap so that it sat backwards on his head.
Johnson is a closet rapper and a fan of hoodies. His father has not been home in several years, but eh. If mum said he's holidaying in the Seafoam Isles then he is holidaying in the Seafoam Isles.
"Yo, Johnson," Sam replied. Fors nodded her greeting, her eyes and the tip of her tongue barely visible in a face narrowed in concentration. The tv screen flashed and flickered with two humans kicking and punching each other.
"Are you playing Street Fighter again man? That's so barbaric," Johnson commented, flopping down on the empty beanbag next to Fors. He poked her in the side and laughed as her grip on the SNES controller slipped.
"Stop that!" she said huffily, not taking her eyes off the screen; Johnson was spared her famous glare. Pallet Town kids joked it could paralyse you, just like the pokemon move.
"Are we going to sit here all day?" Johnson then whined. Fors remained fixated on the screen. Sam, on the other hand, looked at his friend and found his outfit very strange indeed. Instead of his usual thin hoodie and jeans, Johnson had on an extra large hoodie and carried a backpack.
"Are we going somewhere?" Sam asked curiously. He was not prepared for anything, having come to Fors' house with only a hundred yen in his pocket. It was barely enough for drinks at the mart, but Fors always had tons of cash. It had something to do with being the only child and having a pokemon researcher for a dad.
In response to Sam Keats' question, Johnson looked incredulous.
"Seriously man," the latter said, after several minutes of shocked silence wherein Sam tried making funny faces in hopes Johnson would laugh and lose that incredulous face. Turning to Fors at last, Johnson reached across her and turned the SNES off.
"Hey!" she protested, slapping ineffectively at his arm. "I almost had him beat," Fors sulked.
"I don't care, we're going to be late!" Johnson stood up and looked around the room. Fors had a backpack on her bed stuffed full of her belongings.
"Late for what?" Sam asked.
"Keats, you're the younger brother of Grandmaster Santa and you don't know? It's the 15th of September! It's the day newly registered trainers get their first pokemon!"
With the most obvious answer possible given to him, it now dawned on Sam that Fors was dressed rather oddly. Instead of her usual shorts and teeshirt, she wore a pinafore over red and blue striped tights. She also had on a Psyduck beanie.
"Guys... did I register for it together with you?"
"YES YOU DID!" came the chorus that almost bowled Sam Keats over onto Fors' bed.
"I thought you knew!" Fors cried accusingly. "We're going to be late now!"
"I'm going to go first, man. It's only next door!"
"Actually, I can go... I can stop by home on our way to Viridian. How's that?"
"OK!" came another chorus. Fors snatched her bag up and ran to the light switch by the stairs. "Come on, guys!" she said, SNES entirely forgotten.
"Let's go get our pokemon!"