A/N: So here comes my weekly oneshot. I don't even know what I was thinking, probably for something short and simple, with no plot whatsoever, but who knows what I'll be writing? (I do!)
So welcome, fasten your seat belts, and we are about to begin the ride called "No Idea".
Snivy had no idea how many times she had thought about this.
Every time she hung out with Oshawott, she felt something strange. Bad and good. It made her feel all tingly, but it pained her to see him smiling to others. She just couldn't work this out. She just couldn't work anything out. It had been for over a year already, and she had no clues whatsoever. Well, she did have some clues, but she didn't believe them at all—helpful hints from Bulbasaur who probably didn't even know anything. Snivy sighed. This was troublesome. It was torturous. Oh, well, she'd just have to work on what Bulbasaur said that might have been true. After all... she didn't know.
Taking out a notebook and a pencil, Snivy began scrawling down random possibilities. Her hand was working at super-speed—until it slowed down and promptly stopped altogether. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, considering what Bulbasaur said in a horribly long pause...
"Maybe you like him?"
Impossible!
Spluttering inwardly, Snivy wiped her desk of all its items in rage—even her glass of milk which splattered unceremoniously on the floor. The glass cup broke, shattered, but Snivy paid no attention to the spilled milk on her floor. In her dark bedroom—the only light being from the study lamp—she wiped her table clean in fury. After it was empty, the only thing remaining was her study lamp.
She had absolutely no idea what she was doing.
She had no idea how she would solve this.
She had no idea if she could solve this.
She started sobbing quietly on her desk, shoulders jerking as she hiccuped. Why... Why did life make it so difficult for her?! Why couldn't she know straight-out if she liked Oshawott?! Why couldn't life be that easy?!
Was it because there would be no challenge? Well, the less the challenge, the better!
Regaining a bit of her sanity, she looked on the floor. She had no idea how she would clean up the milk, but honestly, she didn't care right now. She made her way over to her bed and flopped on it, staring at the ceiling motionlessly.
Eventually, she fell asleep, with a single thought wandering in her mind:
I have no idea why I like him...
A/N: Ah, that was a short ride. Now, allow me to collect your tickets...
Hm? You don't have any tickets? Blasphemy! *checks* All right, fine, I believe you. But you still have to pay for the ride by reviewing.