I haven't really read many stories about Delia or her life, so I figured I'd write one. It's probably not so great, but I'm lazy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.

Pallet and Easel

Delia: Aged 15.

Delia breathed in the fresh air of Pallet Town, it smelled so much nicer than the big city she was from. She was so happy to be here, in a little town where everyone knew everyone and it was like one big family. She had never felt quite right in the city. It was too anonymous, each time you walked the streets they were like they were new. There was no familiarity. And everyone changed after a while. Her friends she'd had when she was growing up were now pretentious, acting like they were twenty-five instead of fifteen. She had never been like that herself, always looking more like a country girl even though she'd never been. As she looked up and down the streets, she finally felt home.

"Delia, you should probably go introduce yourself down at Professor Oak's lab, you are starting there as a student tomorrow, after all," Her mother popped her head out the door to talk to her. "I'll be down at the restaurant, just getting things ready for when it opens,"

"Oh yeah, sure," She answered, the wide grin that had been plastered on her face since she got here not faltering. She started off down the street, taking in all her surroundings. The houses were so historic, she couldn't help comparing it to back in the city where everything was new. There was a loud beeping noise and she was startled out of her daze. It was a car, she'd stepped out onto the road without realising it. Now that she was aware of what was happening around her, she realised that she didn't have a clue where she was. Her house was no where in sight, and neither was Professor Oak's.

"Okay, don't panic," She told herself. "The town isn't too big, you can't be too lost," Slowly she made her way along the main road, peering into the windows houses and shops to try and get some sort of direction as to where she was going, but nothing was helping. Everything was so unfamiliar! She clenched her fists and bit her quivering lip down - what she would give just to be back home in the city. She stopped and rested her head against a lamp post, steadying her breathing. "You can do this," She mumbled, not entirely trusting her voice. But when she lifted her head and saw the unknown surroundings, fresh tears were brought to her eyes. Defeated, she slumped down against the post and brought her knees to her chest. She didn't care if anyone saw her, she just wanted to be home.

"Hey, are you alright?" She looked up and found a guy around her age staring down at her in concern.

"I'm fine," She muttered, wiping her eyes on her sleeves in embarrassment.

"I don't believe you," He replied. He went to cross his arms over his chest but then thought better of it and offered out his hand for her to stand up with. To this day she still remembers thinking that he was a real gentleman because of this. "Now, tell me what's wrong,"

"I..." She began, and then sighed. She felt so stupid. "I just can't find my way home, I've never been here before,"

"I know what that's like," He smiled slightly. "So, I'll help you. I'm Levi, by the way,"

"I'm Delia...and thank you," She told him where she lived and together they made their way back. She felt like such an idiot. The first person she met in Pallet Town she'd just made a fool of herself to. She wouldn't be able to get over this for years. When she got home, she thanked him and found out that he lived on the next street over (which she happened to be quite glad about). He left and for some strange reason, she felt lonely.