Chapter 1 Pointe Shoes are a Pain in the Toes.

"Performer number 13 Blue Erindale. Dancing the Contemporary, Choreography by Cynthia Mills, Music: For you I will by Drehz."

Tightly bunned brunette hair? Check. Make up in place? Check. Costume not backwards and was in place? Check. I released a breath and slowly breathe in again. This was my time to shine, if I could win this competition I make it in the finals.

I sauntered into the stage, bowed my head down right foot pointed the other in place. The music cued and I blocked out the audience. Lifting up my right leg into a Y stand for four counts and into a slow turn. Then down into a lunge. Double pirouette, Triple leg ups and an attitude. Aerial into the ground with a second position split.

Technique was the key to this performance now. I could think about artistry as a second priority, but to dance into perfection was the way to win. Once my performance was over, I bowed and did a single pirouette and skipped right out of the stage.

Cynthia gave me a small smile and a pat at my back. I knew I've done well.

"Blue!" Yellow shout whispered.

"What's wrong Yellow?" I asked.

She trembled and smiled a bit. "I'm a bit nervous, that's all."

I smiled at this, Yellow Chamberland, was a small blonde with piercing green eyes. She was my best friend since we were four years old. After my parents died in a car accident at ten her family took me in, since I had no other relatives apparently. Technically speaking she was like my sister, except now that we're adults we went separate ways but still kept in touch.

I pat her on the head and smiled. "Don't worry I know you'll nail it," I said.

She smiled back at me as I waved her towards the stage.

"We won't get the results of this competition tonight huh," Yellow commented as we walked to her apartment.

"Yeah, but I guess it's to be understood, I mean they'd like to keep us on the edge," I replied pulling my hair down.

Yellow opened the door to her apartment, turned on the switch and dropped her dance bag on the couch.

"I'll say," she replied.

"Coffee or Tea?" She called once she was in the kitchen.

I sat on the couch and rubbed my temples. "Tea please," I said.

Yellow came out with a tea set on a trey and set it down on the coffee table. She sat beside me and ravaged her bag.

"What are you doing?" I asked in curiosity.

"An enveloped that I promised to give to you for him," she mumbled. "He's picking you up right?"

I nodded and took a sip of green tea. When she found what she was looking for she handed it to me. I took the envelope from her and placed it in my bag. Whatever was in it was probably another evidence case.

"So..." I drawled, "I heard he moved in with you," I finished trying to act subtle.

Yellow choked on her tea and received waves of coughing. I pat her back but internally sweat dropped it shouldn't be a shock for her to think I wouldn't ask. When her fits of coughs subsided she looked at me with her emerald eyes.

"Y-yeah, he did," she mumbled.

I grinned from ear to ear. "That's great for the both of you!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I mean Red and I have been together for four years now, it's only rational...right?" Yellow wondered.

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "he's living here now. With you. Yellow, honey do you get it?"

Yellow glared at me. "We are not doing inappropriate things in this apartment! Blue Erindale keep your ill mannered thoughts to yourself and use it on him. Not on my love life," she stated.

My jaw dropped and I guffawed at her newly acquired boldness. To think sweet little Yellow Chamberlands would say such things even if I didn't even imply it. Yellow's confused face clearly states she did not understand my current action.

"Yellow what I meant was he might propose!" I squealed.

"Pro-propose?! Are you insane Blue I'm only twenty one, and he's twenty three, plus I have a dance career to keep up with," she sputtered.

"Uh-huh, well tell me how you'll ever be content with having a man like Red Wattson just be your 'guy who lives in my apartment but doesn't plan to propose because of my indecisive career path.' Yep tell me if that's going to be a blast," I said with a smile.

"Red is Red, there's nothing special about him, he's just who he is," Yellow said dreamingly.

"And because of that any girl can snatch him up," I said.

Just then the door bell rang I quirked my eyebrows at Yellow.

"Expecting anybody?" I asked.

Yellow glanced at the digital clock on her wall.

"Not so soon," she mumbled.

She was probably talking bout Red. I shrugged and made my way to the door. I opened it and found myself staring at a cute red head.

"Hi, I'm Misty a colleague of Red's? I just wanted to know if he's here. He dropped his binder at my dormitory yesterday and I'm here to return it," she said.

I'm pretty sure my blue eyes just got wider at every word she said, especially at 'my dormitory.' I pointed at her to Yellow and mouthed, 'not Red, but some hot chick who KNOWS Red.'

I turned back to her and smiled sweetly. "Hi, I'm Blue Erindale a friend of Red's I'll take this for now since he isn't here at this moment-"

"Oh, that's ok I can just wait for him," she said as she slid through me and entered.

My face turned red with anger, how rude! Has her mother ever told her not to come in uninvited! Outrageous! And the clothes she was currently wearing, well, let's say it's very fitting for the beach.

I slammed the door and glared at her. She was irritating, I hate her already. Yellow squirmed at the sound of the door's loud bang. Oops. I sat down on my last spot before the she-demon came in.

"Red's got to be a lady's man if he has two girls in his apartment," Misty whistled.

My right eye twitched. Yellow squirmed even more, I can tell she dislikes this girl as much as I do.

"And who are you?" Misty asked Yellow.

"Yellow Chamberlands," she said firmly.

"Ah, Red's told me about you," she inquired.

"H-he has?" Yellow questioned.

Misty nodded and gave her an eyeball. "I wonder what he sees in you though, you're too shy and flat as a board. If you didn't pull your hair up I wouldn't know you're a girl," she said.

Yellow's face turned bright red from fury. She stood up and yanked Misty's arm dragging her to the door.

"H-hey! Wait. What are you doing?" Misty demanded.

"What I should have done at the very beginning," Yellow muttered.

Before Yellow could reach the door, it opened revealing Red and my ride back home. I stood up and trailed behind Yellow.

"Red!" Misty exclaimed pulling her arm away from Yellow and slammed into the raven haired man.

Red Watson, twenty three year old under graduate of Harvard. Currently working with his best friend in the detective business and currently getting his criminal justice degree and business e-commerce degree. He was also Yellow's boyfriend who currently lives with her. Red and I have known each other since high school so you can say I know him pretty darn well.

"M-Misty?" Red stammered stumbling back a bit.

"Red, I came here to return your binder, but your friends were horrible to me!" She exclaimed.

Yellow glared at them. "Hmph. I'll be in my room, I think I'll turn in early tonight," she said obviously displeased at the sight that her boyfriend has not let go of Misty.

Yellow turned to me and hugged me. "Night sis, I'll see you tomorrow right?"

"Definitely," I replied with a smile.

"Pesky girl, hurry up!" A deep voice growled.

My heart did a little jete when I heard his voice. He stepped out behind the door leaning on the hinges doing his 'cool pose,' well now I'm jealous of that door post.

His brown hair dishevelled yet somewhat neat, his piercing green eyes betrayed no emotions as his perfectly sculpt face showed a small smirk. Green Oak, the love of my life since I was five. He was a born genius, finished high school at the age of thirteen and completed University at the age of seventeen. Now twenty two, just like Red and just like Red girls flaunt themselves over him.

I mean who wouldn't? This guy was the living, breathing Green Oak, one of the richest and eligible bachelors here. He could have made Apollo look like a hobo, he was muscles everywhere, tall, lean, beautiful and graceful. He was also my ride home and my landlord.

"Sorry, I just wanted to say good bye to Yellow," I said calmly.

Green raised a fine eye brow and nod his head towards the parking lot. Time to go.

Red untangled himself of Misty who just stood there dumbfounded. She looked like she scored a jackpot. Well...I guess she could put it that way, if Red and Green were in the same room it's just hard not to look away. Two hot guys just standing there like they own the world.

"Sorry Misty but uh, can you leave?" Red said nervously.

No doubt trying to catch Yellow.

"But-"

Green eyed Misty, "Get lost, he's not interested."

Misty's jaw slightly slacked but she had enough control not to drop it. With that said she left the apartment with a glare.

"See you Red, and good luck you'll need it," I said kissing his cheek.

Green closed the door and lead the way. Trailing behind him I clenched my bag tightly. We've been living in the same roof for a year now and nothing has changed, even before he was already mature, stoic Green. I'll never catch up to him, never. He'll go after some girl who may have the same IQ as he does.

He opened the door of his car and ushered me inside. I didn't have to be told twice.

"How was work?" I asked quietly, trying to make a conversation.

He shrugged. "Ok I guess."

And the silence came back again...

It's tearing me up in the inside how he never goes to any of my competitions. I guess that's ok I mean he was busy and all.

"I was able to catch your competition today," he said.

Did I hear that right? Did he say he saw me today? Dancing? I swear my heart did a pirouette and a grand jete all the way down to my gut.

He might be lying, but Green doesn't lie. He's too blunt.

"Really? Had spare time?" I asked.

Green and Red are both private investigators and detectives. Every time Yellow and I would ask them what kind of private investigations do they do Red just turn...red and Green just say 'it's not fitting for girls like you to know.' Well screw you then I'll just look at your files...except I have no idea where they were. Green knows me too well. Oh and neither of them carries guns...not that me and Yellow were aware off.

"Yeah, not a lot to do today so I thought Red and I should go and watch," Green said.

"Oh, so...was I good?"

Green kept his eyes on the road, "I guess."

'I guess'

What kind of answer was that? Jeez he can't even compliment people properly.

I looked out to the window and gazed at the bright streetlights. Then I remember how my ex-boyfriend from high school took me up to a field with no lights, just stars that illuminate the sky. I thought I finally found the guy who could make me forget about Green, I was wrong. I caught him cheating on me after I rejected him on sex.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Green asked.

I glanced at him and back at the lights. "Depends if I feel like sharing," I said.

"You're unusually quiet something's bothering you," he said as he pulled over at the drive way.

"It's nothing, it's been a long day," I replied.

"I've got time," he said and leaned back to stretch.

His shirt hiked up and I could see a silver of skin with his washboard abs. He looked beautiful as the moonlight illuminated on him. My heart was caught on my throat and I looked away. I couldn't look, I would break if I did.

"Alright I won't pester you anymore," he mumbled and entered the house.

I fell on my bed face first after taking a shower. I sighed in content and rolled over. Grabbed the remote from the night stand I turned on the TV and switched to the news.

"An eighteen year old was found dead an hour ago at 'Klington Condominiums.' According to the police the girl's name was Liliana Jones a fellow dancer of N.D.C.-"

Liliana? From N.D.C.? From the same dance company as I am?

I dropped the remote and covered my mouth. As I continued to listen to the news caster.

"So far there had been no witnesses as to why this young lady had died. Police are saying that it may have been an accident caused by recklessness by 'car surfing.'"

Now that was just bullshit. I know Liliana and she wouldn't do anything stupid as car surf. No, Liliana like all dancers at National Dance Company, we were all serious and competitive solely only to dancing. This was no accident, but how could I prove them wrong?

Green might help.

I jumped of the bed and ran downstairs while pulling a tank top over my head and a sweater.

"Green. Green. Green. Green. Green. Green." I said over and over again.

"Tch, annoying girl," he said smirking.

"You're a detective right?" I asked stupidly.

He rolled his emerald eyes. "No, I'm Gary Oak from pokemon. Of course I'm a detective, Blue what's wrong?"

"One of my fellow dancers died today, but police claimed she was car surfing, which she was NOT," I said exasperated.

Green stared at me with his intense green eyes and pursed his lips. Oh those lips...

"What did the police say?"

"A-an accident," I said quietly.

After saying that I felt kinda dumb.

"Then it is an accident," Green said and continued doing his paper work.

I grabbed his shoulders and shook him fiercely. "Can't you trust me for once? It is not an accident!" I shrieked.

Green glared at me and I let go of his shoulders. He sighed and turned his full attention to me.

"Look, it probably was. Besides how often do you even talk to Liliana?" Green asked.

"Uh, not much?"

"Then you don't know her as well as you know Yellow, now go to bed. It's getting late."

I pouted but didn't argue. I trudged back up stairs to my room and plopped myself back on the bed. Maybe I was thinking too much, maybe it was just an accident.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My right eye opened and looked for that annoying alarm clock. Once I found it I threw it across the room. Why did Green set my clock today? It was a saturday for goodness sakes.

"Rise and shine pesky girl. Yellow just called and said N.D.C. is holding a funeral visitation for Liliana," Green said pulling the curtains away.

I sat up grogily pulling up on my tank top. Green wasn't the type to look, but it was a natural instinct I have. I plopped back to bed too sleepy to even be bothered by the sunlight.

I heard him chuckle and pulled off my blanket. I shivered from the cold breeze.

"Get up, Yellow's gonna have my head if you aren't up and ready by the time she gets here," Green said yanking on my legs.

I whined and glared at him. True Yellow would have his head. As much as I love Yellow, sometimes she's too punctual for her own good, and if we were a minute late she would freak out.

"Alright, alright just go already. I need to get dressed,"I grumbled.

Green lets go and left the room, not before saying I needed to pay for rent.

I rolled my eyes at this, I gain all my money from dance competitions, TV shows I auditioned for, commercials and etc. Paying Green wasn't a problem, the real problem was looking for a new place to stay.

I rushed downstairs and plopped my self on the chair. Breakfast was almost ready and Green was an amazing cook, you'd think since he was a guy you wouldn't have guessed that he could do culinary work.

Green walked in the kitchen shirtless. His jeans were hanging low on his waist. You could definitely see the brand of underwear he's using (calvin klein). I tried my best not to wonder up to his face but his perfectly sculpt pecks, chest, abs and every single detail that made him so perfect refused to help me look away.

"Like what you see?" He teased.

"Fuck you," I murmured.

"If you insist," he replied with a smirk.

I wanted to punch that smirk of his face, but that would destroy his perfect face. Therefore I shall not punch it but admire it...secretly.

I kicked myself on the head. Remember Green doesn't like you, he was teasing you. He likes smart girls that knows the difference between a pistol and a rifle. Though I'm not familiar with guns, I'm guessing the rifle is the smaller one...right? Oh poop I was probably wrong.

"What time is Yellow and Red coming?" I asked.

"Right about...now?"

Yellow and Red burst in the kitchen and pounced on me. Since Yellow was very light I didn't mind, Red went over to Green and gave him a fist bump.

"Blue, can you go back to your room?" Yellow whispered.

Her green eyes looked determined and serious, how could I refuse? I nodded and dragged us both up stairs.

"Hey where are you guys going? Breakfast is almost ready!" Yelled Red.

"We'll be down within a minute!" Yellow said back to her boyfriend.

Once in my room Yellow sat on my bed. "Listen there's something not right about Liliana's death," she said.

I knew it.

"But there's also something wrong about N.D.A."

"What's wrong with our dance company?" I asked perplexed.

"Apparently 1976 there was this girl named Kimiko Konoha. She was a prestigious dancer, but died after a car accident," Yellow began.

"So? How is that related to Liliana?" I asked.

Yellow waved at me, "I'm getting there."

I nodded for her to continue.

"After she died any dancer who has tried to do her signature move perfectly...died..." Yellow trailed off.

"Died..." I repeated quietly.

"Yea...Liliana did it on her competition last night. I don't think you noticed it," Yellow said.

"What was it?" I whispered.

"The rising sun."

After our little chat we went back downstairs frowning. Green noticed this but stayed quiet, he knew my face well enough to know not to say anything. Red walked over to Yellow and whispered something to her, she nodded and sat down beside him.

"Alright, pancakes and strawberries," Green hollered setting the delicious goodies on the table.

"That's it? Chef Green's getting lazier everyday," I grumbled and smiled.

"Complaining Mistress Blue?"

"Yes, I am...it's missing something," I said after taking a bite.

Green sat down beside me and leaned close to my ear. My face burst into flames and I buried my face in my hand. Oh my goodness!

"And what's that? My lips?" Green murmured in my ear.

I shot up off my chair.

"W-will y-y-you not?!" I exclaimed.

Green laughed, throwing his head back. I looked down not meeting anyone's eyes. His laugh sent tingles to my spine, his laugh was so...so Green! He never laughed before...not like this.

Red and Yellow stared at us, I could feel it. They're probably seeing something I haven't...not yet.

"Guys we have to go or we'll be late," Yellow hustled.

Once we arrived at the funeral I went to look at Liliana's body. It was her in one piece as if she hadn't fell off the car.

Because she didn't.

I know it, I felt like someone pushed her or something...if what Yellow said was true then..maybe just maybe this could just be a phenomenon.

When the funeral visitation was over I ran towards Liliana's family. I need to know.

"Excuse me," I said politely.

The lady turned around, I presume she was Liliana's mother.

"Yes, can I help you?" She asked.

"Can you answer some questions for me? I am one of Liliana's dancemates," I said.

"Of course,"

"Can you tell me anything about Liliana's move called 'the rising sun?'" I asked.

The lady pondered for a minute then answered, "I remember her telling me about it once. Apparently a choreographer named Sandra Mills asked her to perform it. Saying she has enough skills to be able to perform such complex move."

I shook my head in confusion, "I've never heard of this 'Sandra Mills' in N.D.C. Have you met her...Mrs. Jones?"

Mrs. Jones shook her head. "Sorry honey, I haven't."

The lady probably caught on and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "But be careful sweetheart, I know that my daughter didn't die of accident. I understand what you are trying to do so please be careful, and if you need anything..."

She handed me her business card. "Make a call. I'm a lawyer and I could look things up, starting with Sandra Mills."

Mrs. Jones bid goodbye and left me standing in the middle of the crowd. Who knew Liliana's mom was so cool? I felt a hand tap behind me and I turned around to meet my ex.

"Blue! Long time no see," he said grinning ear to ear.

Matthew Carstairs, his dark hair brushed all the way to his forehead. His hazel eyes glinted with recognition and mirth. Yeah, he was hot and also the biggest jackass in the world. He totally ditched me with one of my ex best friend in highschool, just because I refused to have sex with him.

"Matt. Hey," I greeted.

"What are you doing here Blue? It's kinda weird to find you here," he said.

"Liliana was my dancemate in N.D.C."

His hazel eyes darkened a little. "Yeah, she was my girlfriend."

Ouch.

"Sorry for your lost," I said.

"Blue."

I turned around to meet a pair of emerald eyes. Yellow and Red were behind him but didn't say anything. They were probably too busy glaring at Matt.

"Whoa, no way, Red, Yellow, what's up?" Matt greeted them.

"Nothing much man,how bout you?" Red replied with utmost politeness.

Only Red would even reply like that, and they said chivalry was dead. Apparently they haven't met Red Watson. Green being the only one who doesn't know about Matt needed an introduction.

"Oh, um, Matt this is Green. Green this is Matt, he and I were classmates in highschool," I said introducing the two.

Green sized up Matt but didn't show a single emotion. Matt on the other hand stood there dumbstruck.

"No way, THE Green Oak?"

"The one and only," Green replied.

"Man, does this day get any better?" Matt laughed.

Green draped his arm around my shoulder and I blushed.

"What do you mean?" Yellow boldly ask.

"When Blue and I were dating-well after she found out I had hots for Christina, she spazzed and told me how I was finally-"

I covered his mouth with my palm smiling sweetly at the confused trio. No one needed to know how I told him he was finally helping me get over Green. Nope no one needed to know especially Green.

"Matt sweety let's go catch up for a while," I said.

Matt nodded his head and we walked away.

"Don't worry about me, I'll meet you guys at home," I called over.

"Look you! Don't go around telling people about my embarrassing high school life!" I hissed.

Matt held his arms up in defence, but smiled.

"By the way, how long have you and Liliana gone out?" I asked.

"Why jealous?"

"No, just a few questions," I replied.

"...not that long, like a week at most," he said.

"Have you heard of the rising sun?" I asked.

Matt shook his head. "Nope."

"Ok thanks for your time," I said sweetly and skipped back to the bus station.

I presume Green, Red and Yellow did as I told them to and head back home. Only that was just Red and Yellow, Green stood there with his hands in his dress pants pocket.

"Hey, I thought you've gone home with them?" I asked.

"Pesky girl, as if that's going to happen. Especially with him alone with you? Not a chance Blue," he growled.

I turned around to find Matt trailed behind me. He flashed me that 'all american boy' smile and I felt my knees weaken. He was still hot as I remembered him to be, but again...he's an ass.

"Blue before I could forget do you want to hang? I mean it's been a while right?" He offered.

I opened my mouth to say yes, but Green stood in front of me and said, "She's not interested."

Matt's smile didn't falter but I could tell he was about to run. Green and Matt were just the same height, but Green was more slightly built than Matt and a lot intimidating as well. I pushed Green away from Matt and smiled.

"Of course I'll go! It's been a while," I said not knowing what came over me.

Green growled beside me and pulled me away from Matt.

"Hey!" I protested.

Green muttered something about pathetic loser doesn't deserve-blah blah blah. I tried to pull away but his grip was strong and he was definitely gonna break my wrist.

"GREEN!" I yelled.

He jumped and quickly let go. I rubbed around my wrist and glared at him.

"What's wrong with you today? You're a lot more crankier than usual," I complained.

"Sorry," he sighed.

"Not forgiven," I replied hautingly.

"I'm sorry?" He said again.

"Not forgiven!"

"For what? Being a good friend to keep you away from douche bags like him?"

"Yeah!" I replied.

Green looked like he was ready to slam a block of cement on my head. He was seriously pissed and I was kinda scared...kinda.

"Blue-" he said warningly.

"I won't forgive you, unless you take me out on a fancy restaurant," I said innocently.

He rolled his emerald eyes and walked to the car. I followed behind him but pouted the rest of the way. Green didn't say anything or asked me anything or even teased me. He was just silent...and deadly, because I know he can twist and break me at his will.

In a way I was frustrated, he didn't have to pull me away or something. I have my own choices as well, this was my life. I get to decide who I should go with and what I should do.

"You are seriously an annoying woman," Green muttered.

I leaned on the window still. "Oh yeah? What else is new?" I retorted.

Green gripped the steering weel tighter. "Sometimes I wonder..."

I didn't bother to ask him what he meant by that. It could mean he just wondered why we're friends blah blah blah. My phone buzzed and I checked to see what it was. I just received a text from my agent and choreographer.

Cynthia said...

Hey Blue,

Practice on Monday don't forget.

Agent said...

Found you a new place, still looking right?

I nearly dropped my phone. A new place away from Green...I was suddenly double thinking about it, but I need to get away from him.

"Blue!"

I tripped on another foutette. Cynthia was not very happy.

"What's wrong with you? You have mastered this technique at the age of five! The youngest dancer we've ever seen perfected this at the age of five, FIVE!" She ranted.

I dropped down on my knees and ripped my pointe shoes. Silent tears began to fall as I tried my best to hold them back with no avail. Cynthia sighed and sauntered out to the door.

"I better start pulling myself together if I were you. Call me if you want to continue the choreography. Which may I remind you that is needed if you want to enter the finals, IF you made it into the semi-finals," she said and walked away.

I took deep breaths and re tied my pointe shoes. I needed to get better so I can...leave.

"Pesky Girl. What's wrong with you?"

I snapped my head to look at Green.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked astounded.

"Cynthia called...said something's wrong. Thought I'd come by," he replied sitting down next to me.

Cynthia...the next time I see her she's dead.

"Green! You can't wear your work shoes in the dance studio!" I fumed.

"It's just shoes, annoying woman," he replied.

"It's not JUST the shoes, annoying bastard. It's the floor! You're going to dent it," I rambled.

Green's fine eyebrow raised up and smirked. "I took my time away from work, letting Red run the whole thing. You and I both know that Red could be the softest person we ever know. Now since I'm already here trying to figure out your troubles at least talk," he said.

Now that shut me up. I didn't know how to respond to that. The only thing that kept running in my head was, 'please marry me!' Over and over again. I slapped my face with both of my palms. I can't think like that, Green was a friend...FRIEND.

"I don't have troubles," I mumbled.

"Yea? Well slapping yourself says otherwise," Green retorted.

Oh, it's on.

Just as I was about to retort at his statement he got up.

"Come on, I owe you a lunch date right?"

My jaw literally dropped. Date? What? Huh? Someone slap me cause this was NOT real. I mean Green Oak? The heartthrob of EVERY single girl I met. Green the guy I had a crush on forever-

"Hello? Anyone there. Pesky woman let's go, but let me remind you this will be the last time I'll take you out for lunch just so you can forgive me," he explained.

Oh.

Just then my phone rang. I held up my hand to tell Green to give me a second.

"Hello?"

"Blue, this is Mrs. Jones," she said on the other line.

"Oh, hey Mrs. Jones how are you doing?"

"Good thank you. Listen Blue I found Sandra Mills, or should I say Kassandra Layton. Apparently she is a descendant of-"

Crackling sounds were heard on the other side of the phone. Then a blood curdling scream greeted my ear. After that the line was dead.

I stood with my phone on my ear, eyes wide and mouth slowly gaped. Green noticed my expression and yanked the phone from my hand and placed it on his ear. He cursed when he heard no one on the other side.

"What happened?" He asked concerned.

"She's dead..." I whispered.

A/N: My first Poke fanfic. Didn't think this day would come because I wasn't such a big fan of pokemon before, but after reading the manga I was all, 'aw this guy plus this gurl equals hearts and flowers' yea I'm weird.

So uh review, favorite, follow what ever and stay tuned to chapter 2.

Aim High and Dream Big guys.