Authors Note: This is my first fanfic and I really wanted to write something about Dawn and Paul hehehe. Sorry if this is really bad _ I didn't want to make in too fluffy, just because heh. I know it's a little confusing and I'm sorry for any errors. Please review! :)
There were a lot of words that can be used to describe Paul. Arrogant, cruel, selfish, a jerk, you name it. It was true, he wasn't particularly kind and he certainly wasn't a friendly person. He kept to himself and only thought of himself, nothing else mattered to him. Until he met her.
She wasn't anything special, just a short girl with long navy blue hair. She wore a little white beanie when it was cold, but never failed to wear her signature pink scarf in every season. He didn't know how, but she managed to talk to him, be his acquaintance, eventually his friend, and slowly he started to fall in love with her throughout the years. The short little girl from Twinleaf Town.
He never wanted to admit, loving someone as plain and useless as her. He said she couldn't battle, using her Pokemon in stupid contests to look good. Boy, was he wrong when he saw her fight Team Galatic at Lake Valor, effortlessly beating them without breaking a sweat. He saw her eyes for a quick second, but there was something burning brightly behind her shining crystal orbs. Anger. All in an instant, she became powerful to him, not the weak little girl who cared about being popular and looking good. She was a force, driven by determination and her passion for Pokemon, things he had missed as he was becoming a trainer.
After a while, he told her. Maybe it was his newly gained respect for her or he just couldn't handle his feelings any longer, but he had to say it. He just needed to let her know that he liked her and he was content with liking her. It was short and simple and the only thing that followed his confession was silence. She stared at him for a while, blue eyes slightly wide, a faint pink hue on her cheekbones.
When she didn't say anything or express any emotion of accepting his feelings, he began to turn away. A small, but strong arm caught his wrist and he turned around to see her offer a small smile while she stared at him once again. He was confused for a moment as she unwrapped the pink scarf around her neck, wrapping it around his instead. He blushed, feeling the warmth and softness of it on his skin, smelling her scent slightly as it lingered on the fabric. Then she turned on her heel and walked away, the smile still pressed on her lips. He stood there, watching her walk off, slightly amused at her tactic. As her figure began to fade away slowly, he didn't miss the words she had whispered to him.
Me too. Please take care of me.
