Train of thought

by Tideblade

"He'd sworn to himself that he had no other reason but his beloved berries to be stubborn and stay at the exact same spot for three long days, but he knew better than that..." Silly little drabble that suddenly came to mind

"Off you go now," James said after he finished bandaging the cut on the Rattata's leg and offered the purple-haired girl an entrancing smile. She mumbled a muffled and very shy "thank you, mister" through a mouthful of Sitrus berry and hurried off. He fell down on his back with an exhausted sigh after she'd disappeared through the thicket and let his mind wander. Even though he was used to spending long, dangerous nights on the road, this had mentally worn him down more than that ever had. He ran a hand through his bicoloured hair and chuckled to himself; it had only been what, two or three days? And yet here he was, feeling guilty, angry and lonely at the same time. When had anyone affected him like this? Vivid images of what he could have sprung to mind, and his cheeks took on a faint red colour.

All that messing around hadn't gotten him anywhere… not that he'd expected anything, really, not with him. Still, somehow, for some reason, he found himself wanting more than just a friendly relation. He wanted to push past the 'distant friends' barrier. A lone raindrop hit James right between the eyes, and he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, the weather had followed his train of thought and was mirroring his inner conflict.