Jansee: Hello, everyone! THANKS for clicking on this in the first place, no one truly seems to get/like Brock…

Brock: Hey!

Jansee: I'm just telling the truth…

Brock: Well the truth sucks.

Jansee: XP!!! Now…this will be a Brock story~ ENJOYYYY!


Hi…since you have decided to read this story in which the author tortures me…GOOD! I will start out by saying…My name is Brock. But of course, that's obvious. Anyways…whatever you do…DO NOT call me Brock the Rock! Long story. Don't even ask.

Anyways…this is basically a tragic tale of me…so…go ahead, read it…but you CANNOT LAUGH!!!


Jansee: WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA stop the story!

Brock: What?

Jansee: They can laugh! The genre is COMEDY!

Brock: …fine then. XP


Fine. According to that discussion, I guess you can laugh. But in my opinion, this is just sad, I tell you…just sad…

Now. One day in my life…I decided it's time I got a girlfriend. I didn't care if she was Nurse Joy or is she was thirteen. I needed a girlfriend. NOW. (Brock's fifteen years old)

So I put down four girls on my dating list. Misty, May, Dawn, and Leaf. WAAIT, WAIT, WAIIIIIT. Before you go all, "WHAT? EW! GROSS" remember that we only have a two year difference, and it's just for fun…

So don't kill me cause of your oh-so-special CONTESTSHIPPING, or Ikari, Poke, Oldrival, ANY of that crap.

So, before I decided. I looked at the possibilities. It couldn't be Officer Jenny or Nurse Joy(dang it!)

It couldn't obviously be any other girl I've fallen in love with(DARN IT!!!)

So that leaves the four thirteen year old girls behind.

God, I need to go out more. But…I'll try my best I guess. But I never knew how hard that was gonna be.

So…my very first date was with Misty. I haven't seen her in a long, long time…so she be a little less friendly than usual. I asked her, and much to my shock she accepted.

I stuffed my wallet into my pocket and walked in.

"Hey, Brock-da-Rock, how have ya been?" Misty asked me cheerfully, walking up to me.

Of course. I bit my lip from some kind of mean outburst, and we walked inside the restaurant.

"So…let's go in, shall we?" I offered politely.

"Yes…we shall, my dearest!" She was mocking me.

Yeah…this was not exactly off to a great start.

"W-Wait…are you paying?" Misty asked nervously as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress.

"Yeah," I calmly responded.

"Good, then!" The expression that represented her now was BEAMING.

"Umm…uh…" I started, racking through my brain for a compliment.

"You…you like you've gotten thin," I pointed out nervously with a fake smile.

"ARE YOU SAYING I WAS FAT BEFORE?!"

"N-No…umm…uhhh, well technically--I mean…ugh…"


Brock: O.o

Jansee: O.O

Brock: O.o

Jansee: O.O

Misty ALRIGHT QUITE WITH THE FACES!

Jansee: O.O

Brock: O.o

Misty: Yeah, they've finally lost it so…please R&R!