Oh, hello. This is a story, inspired the writing genie, Monkeybutt (that name) Uhhhhh, pickles.

Pickles are good. And vinegar-y.

"Goodbye Summer, hello…"

"Bummer?"

Vaire, a Gallade, and his friend Maxum, a Greninja were talking on the curb of a street. Vaire's eyes darted around the street, suggested the rhyme for Maxum's mindless mumblings.

Summer was ending, as mentioned originally. The two were both getting ready for their transition into high school's junior year. While the two were not ready for the change, they knew they could support each other wholly.

Vaire was a timid Gallade. He was soft-spoken around people that weren't his friends, really. His tall stature was humorous for his quiet nature, but Vaire made do with himself. Unlike many pokemon of his age, he wasn't one for battling.

Maxum was his Vaire's opposite. The Greninja wasn't as tall as his friend, but he still kept his own height. Maxum had blue skin, and had an interesting… tongue. It twisted around his neck loosely, and still hung out with feasible length behind him. He was much more outgoing than Vaire, too, and pretty popular in school. Of course, the two had their tiffs, but as said prior, they needed each other to support each other.

The sun was setting then, and the two were saying goodbye to the hot summer days.

The Ninja Pokemon turned towards his friend, his feet stretching to the street, "Vaire?"

"Yeah?" he muttered, thinking to himself about his new classes. Maxum shook his head, "'chea… this whole school thing is going to drive me nuts."

Vaire raised an eyebrow, "Nuts, eh? Wha-what is YOUR p-problem. Usually it's me with this s-stuff." The Gallade got up and dusted himself off. His friend looked up, and shrugged. "Maybe so, but I think this whole thing is just going to wreck itself."

"Oh?"

"Yeah…" he shivered, "I just don't want something bad to happen to either of us."

Of course, Vaire agreed.

The door slammed shut a bit too loud as Vaire got home. His mother, a young Gardevoir named Angelica. "Oh, hey Vaire," she smiled as the Gardevoir was sewing something together on the family room sofa. Angelica was a very chill mom, if you are a person to use that word. She's very conservative, and Vaire's friends often call her the modern-day hippie. Of course, their house wasn't full of peace signs and tye-dye, but Angelica's head of house role made the family a bit superstitious.

"Hey mom," Vaire smiled as he shut the door behind him, "You excited to get rid of me?"

Angelica looked to her left and saw her son with his familiar comical looks, "Why yes, I've already turned your room into an exercise facility."

"Sweet," he rolled his eyes, "but you know I still come home every day."

Vaire's mother knew she couldn't keep the joke going so she just put down her needle and brought her tall son in for a hug. His arms brushed against her tweed necklace, and when Angelica let go, she adjusted it.

The necklace was a simple necklace made of tweed string, with a leather heart with hearts sewn inside of it. While it wasn't much, Angelica claimed it to be her good luck charm.

"That's what keeps me so young and beautiful," she'd always say.

"So what'd you and Maxum do?" Angelica sighed as she continued sewing what appeared to be a now-mending-hat for one of his sisters.

Vaire was going into the kitchen and looked over his shoulder as he grabbed a Payapa Berry, "Not much, he was skateboarding a-around and I watched. Th-then we had one o-of those heart-to-heart c-conversations about school."

If the reader hasn't noticed, Vaire here talks with a stutter a bit.

"Oh? Is he still dating Drew?"

Drew WAS Maxum's boyfriend. He was a Manectric that lived down the block. Maxum being gay didn't affect anyone or anything, actually. If anything, people were more accepting of his sexuality than his demeanor. Maxum didn't date too much anyway, and him and Drew didn't last too long anyway.

"No," Vaire confirmed, "they broke up."

Angelica raised an eyebrow and turned to her son who was snacking on the Payapa Berry, "Oh… I sense something is wrong with them, right?"

The Gallade nodded slowly and swallowed down some food, "Yeah… you know Maxum sucks with da-dating people." His mother snickered and thought to herself about Maxum and Vaire hanging out.

After a bit, Vaire finished his Payapa Berry, and one of his sisters ran up to him.

Margie, a Kirlia, was the oldest among Vaire's younger sisters. She was one for fashion, especially. She was wearing a loose black studded belt and purple exotic hat. Vaire wasn't too much for fashion, but couldn't help but admire his sister's taste.

"Vaire, I did it!"

"Did w-what?" he pondered.

She sighed, "I beat it!"

"You did?" Vaire exclaimed and Margie pulled him upstairs.

Margie got her gaming habits from her brother, and since his influential touch, she just couldn't get enough with games. Of course, ironically enough, Margie was the one for more… hardcore games, but she still could play the more "childish" games easily.

And this was one of those instances.

Earlier in the summer, Vaire had just beaten his file on his old copy of The Wind Waker. Margie, being the sister she was, watched nearly the entire game, except for the late night sessions her brother would have every now and then. And finally, she beat the game after swiping it from her brother.

The two pounded up the stairs and made a u-turn in the thin hall to Margie's room. Her room was painted green. It had a small older television in one corner, with a beanbag in front of it. There was the Wind Waker running the credits, alongside Vaire's GameCube. Margie's bed had a purple comforter with grey and green stars on it, with grey sheets underneath. They were all bunched together on top of her bed, which was by her little game nook. To the right of the room was her dresser, her closet, and to the direct left of her door was her nightstand, of course by the previously mentioned bed.

Margie was jumping in front of the TV squealing, "See, see!"

Vaire nodded and giggled, "I do. Man, M-Margie, you b-beat that really fast."

"I know," she winked and stuck her tongue out, "Faster than you could ever do."

Vaire grabbed his little sister and squeezed her tight, "Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh!" she giggled and her dropped her.

"You're s-stupid," he mimicked how Margie would act a couple years ago.

"You are."

"Nuh-uhhhh, you are."

Margie giggled again. Despite being thirteen, three years younger than her brother, Margie could act a bit childish. Of course, she had a stoic demeanor around others, but Margie let her true colors show around close people. Not unlike Vaire.

Vaire escaped to his room while Margie celebrated. His room was a dark grey, colored, almost black. His bed was in the right corner, which had a picture of lighting onto the comforter. His window was to the left of his bed (which let him see his backyard) and to the left of THAT was his gaming station. That was most of his room. His collection of games was directly left of the window, and bent at the corner and continued on. As you would keep looking left, you'd see his several systems, his TV, and shelf of memorabilia following to the door he entered through.

Vaire whipped out his phone and flung himself onto his bed, and proceeded to text his other friend, Whisper.

He was disheartened to see she didn't reply.

Eeeee! How'd you like it? Anythings I should change?

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