Huzzah! My first original story! When I first conceived this story, I didn't have a clue as to how to start it, but now, I HATH DONE IT! By "original" I mean a story that someone else didn't start, so no hate, please. Although, constructive criticism never hurts as long as you tell me how to improve. Anyways, let's get this show on the road! Please note, this is a slightly edited version of the original. I fixed some grammatical and format errors, along with some other bigger changes that will make it a bit easier on the eyes to read.
"You got this, man. You GOT this," my best friend Alex exclaimed, trying to encourage me, all the while one of his hands is clenched into a fist and the other is resting on my shoulder.
I fidgeted nervously. "I don't know, man, what if something goes horribly wrong? W-what if... You know what? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all," I say as I get ready to leave.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," My friend says as he grabs my arm. "It's too late to bail now! You gotta do this!" I hesitated. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, "Look, dude, you're never gonna progress in life if you don't take some risks." He then swung me around him, "Now, GO!" he says as he pushes me forward, "The fate of humanity depends on it!"
I turn my head around and give him a glare, "Psh, as if humanity would depend on anything that I would have to do. Those things only happen in movies and fanfiction," I stated as I turned my head back around. I hear him wish me luck as I walk closer to my target. I start twiddling my fingers in pure nervousness. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down for my encounter. I fix my shirt that Alex wrinkled during his 'motivation speech.' Oh geez, this is really happening, I think to myself as I approach my destination; Elishia. She had beautiful slightly curly blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders. Her eyes were like that of sapphires that even God would treasure for eternity. I watch as she talks to her friends and laughs. Even her laugh reminds me of an angel, I think, getting lost in her beauty. As I finally stop a foot or two away from her, her little treecko sees me and tugs on her pant leg. She waves to her friends and tells them goodbye. She turned to her pokémon and bends over to meet it at eye level, giving me a perfect view of her hind curve. Even her ass... I slightly shake my head to end that train of thought, pull it together, man! Now's not the time! The gecko pokémon points to me, alerting Elishia to my arrival.
"Oh!" She turned to face me and stood up, "I didn't see you there! Did you need something?" she said while smiling.
"O-Oh. Uh…" I inhaled deeply and steeled myself. "W-would you… uh… like to…" I hesitated for a moment. She raised an eyebrow and leaned forward an inch. "To…?" she said smirking. She's so cute! She… Wait a minute… Having left my uneasiness behind, I narrowed my eyes and studied her reaction. "You know what I'm going to ask, don't you?" She giggled.
"Maybe, maybe not. We won't know until you ask, silly," She said, looking at me with warmth in her eyes.
"Okay… Well, would you… like to go on… a date?" My entire body tensed, waiting for her answer.
"Yes, yes I would. What did you have in mind?" She replied, the smirk turning into a sweet smile. My body relaxed out of relief so much, that I almost fell. However, it quickly tensed back up once I realized that I had another problem.
What did I have in mind? SHIT! I didn't plan this far ahead! Think brain, think! I thought to myself as I had a mini mental breakdown. I just said the first thing that popped into my head. "Uh… H-How about… The movies?" I blurted out. The movies? Ugh. That's so cliché. Way to go, brain!
She giggled and shook her head, smiling, "That's so cliché. But that's OK, I would love to go!" She then hoisted her backpack of her back (obviously), took an index card and pen out and started writing something on it. When she was finished, she handed the card to me, put the pen away, and put her backpack into place. "That," she said, pointing to the card, "has my address, transceiver number, and my favorite movie genres. After school, you can call me so that we can work out movie details. OH! One more thing!" She leaned forward and gave me peck on the cheek. She had a big grin on her face, and a small blush growing. That was nothing, however, compared to the crimson tomato that my face had become. The lunch bell rang, signaling that it was time to resume classes. "Ciao," was all she said as she turned to head off to class. I just stood there like an idiot, processing what just happened.
A whistle to my right snapped me back to reality. I look over to see another one of my other friends, Markus, a.k.a., The Jester. Why do we call him that? Well… "C'mon, man. Did a Pikachu use nuzzle on you or what? Move your molasses, let's go." …That's why.
"Right, sorry," I say as I hurry to make up the lost time.
That Thursday, I had gotten a nice formal blue button-up shirt with a tie, and a pair of suit pants to wear, put on some cologne, and put on some nice dress shoes. I was determined to make this a great first date. I look at my poke gear and see that it's 7:30 pm, half an hour before the movie. I walked to the door and quickly put my jacket on, despite it not being that cold out. "I'm heading out, Mom!" I called out. Knowing her, if I leave without her noticing, then she would flip a shit out of worry.
"Wait, what? Where are you going," I hear her ask as she pokes her head through her bedroom door. "How long are you going to be out?"
"I'm going over to Alex's house to hang out for a few hours." I lied.
She looks at her wristwatch. "Really? At this time? Well, alright then. I'll probably be asleep when you get home. Just remember to avoid dark alleys, and shifty people." She then thought for a moment, "AND shifty Pokémon!"
"Don't worry Mom; one, I'll be driving, and two, I'm seventeen, I can defend myself." It's true. My dad had recently started training me in unarmed and knife-wielding combat, since he used to be in the Kalosian Infantry corps. I even had my own butterfly knife hidden on the inside of my jacket, which was another reason that I was taking it. Boy do I have a lot of scars from practicing how to quickly unfold that bloody devil. Literally! Haha!
"Okay. I just worry, that's all. Make sure you have that butter knife thingy," she said making sure I remembered.
I laughed. "It's a butterfly knife, Mom. And, I gotta go, OK? Love you," I said trying not to be late.
"Psh, three letter difference, whatever," She retorted. "Alright then, love you too!" She waved as she went back inside her room.
Seven minutes later, when I reached Elishia's house, I sent her a message indicating my arrival, and waited for a moment. I saw her open the door, waving to whoever was inside. My eyes widened as I got a good look at her. She was even more beautiful than I thought possible. She was wearing a broad leaf-green dress, which made her sapphire eyes stand out just right. It hugged her torso perfectly; not too loose, not too tight. From the waist down, it was slightly wavy and loose, going down to her knees. She had straightened her hair, and held back the left side of her bangs with a sky blue-colored hair clip.
I quickly snapped out of my trance and walked over to the passenger side of the car, and opened the door when she got closer, "Does milady require a chauffeur this lovely evening?" I say in a stereotypical butler accent, while gesturing to the open door.
"Why, yes. Thank you, Jeeves," She joked, playing along. Once she got in, I closed the door and got in as well. I look over and watch her as she looks in her portable mirror, going over any detail in her light makeup. Heh. Girls, I joked to myself. As she put her mirror back in her purse, she caught me staring.
"What," she asked, confused. "Is there something wrong?"
"Oh, no, not at all. It's just that I thought you were God's daughter based on how gorgeous you are," I say, making her blush uncontrollably.
She holds up her purse, covering her face, "Shut up, I'm not THAT pretty," She says cutely
"If you really mean that, then you must be the world's most modest person." She looked over her purse and narrowed her eyes at me. I smiled, "What happened to all that confidence when I asked you out, hmm? Not that I'm complaining, I actually think you look cuter when you're like this," I say as a matter-of-faculty.
She lightly punches my arm, blushing immensely, "Shut up! Butlers aren't supposed to smooth talk their clients, now drive," She said playfully. "That reminds me," she starts saying as I start driving down the street, "I kind of expected one of your parents to drive us."
I playfully gasp, "You wound me! You don't want to be alone with me?" I further feigned shock by placing one of my hands on my chest.
She laughs "No, no, I don't mean it like that. I mean wouldn't they want to see me?"
It was my turn to be a bit uncomfortable, "Well, I actually said that I was going to go hang out at Alex's house, so…"
She seemed puzzled, "Why didn't you tell them about me?"
"Well, I wanted to surprise them tomorrow, but I had to coordinate it with you first," I explained.
A look of clarity washed over her face, "Oh! I see, that's a good idea."
After a few more minutes of driving, we arrived at the theater. After the movies, and some planning for the next day, I dropped her off and drove back home. When I got inside, I see my dad on the couch watching TV. I hang up my coat, and not even after three tiptoed steps I hear, "Did'ja have fun," he asks without even looking over at me. "Yeah, Dad," I respond trying to sound as casual as possible.
"What did you two do," he asks as he gets up, turning off the TV.
"Oh, not much… just played some video games," I lied, hoping he would buy it.
He walks over, and leans on the wall, "Reeeaaally?" he said in the I-ain't-buying-that-shit tone, while smirking.
I gave up immediately after noticing this, "How did you know?"
"As the saying goes, like father, like son, which made it easier for me to understand what was actually happening when your mother messaged me saying that you were leaving at 7:30, and when I saw that you left your normal shoes here," he said, nodding his head towards the pair of slightly battered shoes, "I just put two and two together, and voila!"
"Shit," was all I could say, as he started walking over.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and spoke to me kindly, "As long you weren't hooking up with a random girl, and it was a legitimate date, then I'm fine with it. Just make sure you choose who you want to spend your life with wisely." His facial expression and voice then suddenly changed into an unusually serious tone as he spoke again, "Just make sure she's the right one for you, and if she is, there are a few rules I need to pace upon you. Firstly; make sure you treat her with respect and kindness, secondly; stay with her through thick and thin, and lastly; whenever you feel certain urges, contain them. And by 'urges' I don't mean sex. You're old enough for that, as long as you don't make a child yet, however the 'urges' I'm referring to also slightly impact sex, so I will have to talk to you about that in…" his face slightly scrunched up in thought, "let's say 5 months, okay?" When he finished talking, his tone lightened up, "Now, it is late-ish, and it is a school night, so I want you to go to bed soon. Goodnight, son!" He said as he walked away into his and mom's bedroom.
"Yeah…" was all I said as I went into my room to process what my dad meant and why that made him so serious. He's never that intense, I thought as I got ready for bed, It must be extremely important if he acted like that. I decided to wait for my dad to tell me, as I got comfortable and fell asleep.
Finally! Phew! That was actually quite fun to make! I didn't realize I would make so many changes in the middle of the story, but oh well! That's how life is, I guess. I know this was a tame chapter, but stuff will get much more adult from here on out, starting with the next chapter. And when I say adult, I mean adult. It will have guns, gore and cannoli, and sex, drugs, and rock and roll (props to anyone who gets both of those references). But in all seriousness: things get DARK. Anyways, this has been Joetheknight, and I will see y'all in the next one.