Edited as of 08-04-13. Added a good five hundred odd words too. Damn, this was an eyesore then.
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Summary: What will Dawn do to pass her time during a bus-ride? Use her ultimate "weapon". But what if she can't? IkariShipping!
~20 Hours~
Here I am, sitting in this dumb old bus, getting bored.
Why am I even here?
Mom just had to call me back to Twinleaf for some stupid reason which she wouldn't even tell. Argh, because of her oh-so-urgent 'reason', here I am on a twenty-hour journey from Hearthome to Twinleaf. I sighed.
I just hate travelling by bus. It gets so freaking boring and when they put Fantina's screeching on the radio- yeah, you get my point, don't you? It just gets so dreary and then I can't stop myself from— I yawned loudly, nicely stretching it for a good five seconds- sleeping.
So here I am, travelling in a rattling old tin can, listening to Fantina's 'melodies', which even the highest volume on my iPod can't block.
Great, just great.
In short, this problem is termed as 'boredom' for me. That's the civil-est word I could come up with for the damned thing, anyway.
So, I use my ultimate weapon against this problem.
Sleep.
Yeah, nothing fancy. Just plain old sleep. What did you expect? A shiny laser beam or something?
...Oh, I crack myself up sometimes.
Staring at the rain outside, I felt my eyes droop and though I'd like to call myself a light sleeper, everything goes topsy-turvy, especially during a long bus-ride…
Brrr.
It started to get cold when I got up, so I pulled out my red hoodie from my bag- a departure from tradition, right?
Well, I was looking for a pink one as usual, but I had my heart set on this one. I don't know why, I just loved it.
Okay, so I put on my red hoodie, pointing out to myself that since I don't have a boyfriend like my besties, I got to get my own hoodie.
…
Wait, what?
Why am I suddenly thinking about my besties' boyfriends? No, not in that sense, but didn't I tell them earlier that I was better off single?
Hm, I do actually feel good about being single, but, I don't know why I'm getting strange thoughts like this.
It has got to be this bus-ride.
Damn it all.
Ouch, that hurt.
I don't know when I fell asleep again, because when I woke up, I felt quite stiff. Why do I sleep in such awkward positions? I grimaced as I tried to sit up straight.
There was a storm raging out there now; I could barely see anything out of the window. I yawned and stretched, trying to relieve those aching muscles and my arm hit something.
More like someone.
Oh no, oh no, oh no!
I thought there was no one sitting next to me.
I heard a groan which sounded familiar. Very familiar.
Please don't be who I think it is-
Too late.
"Troublesome." I saw a dark scowl on the person's face and I unconsciously shivered under the scary glare he gave me.
"Sorry Paul," I managed to stutter out, quickly turning away from him and making myself face the window, all while cursing my luck.
How is it always that somehow my 'clumsiness' targets him most of the time?
…No, I don't need to tell you all about the other similar incidents that have occurred. I'm sure you all are curious, but, nope. Not going to tell. Not at all.
I sighed and went back to staring out of the window. I knew there was no point in striking up a conversation with him, of all people.
The radio was off. I guess Fantina got exhausted (finally, might I add).
...Nah, couldn't have. People would have started celebrating otherwise.
Anyway, I plugged in my ear-phones and put my favorite song on my iPod. Then, I felt myself slipping into the arms of sleep yet again…
I moaned in pain when I came to.
Oh man, my neck hurts, my head hurts, my back hurts, everything hurts. I didn't want to open my eyes. Opening them would mean acknowledging more of the pain. No!
At such times I wish I had a boyfriend to snuggle up to- what the heck. I think I'm officially insane. Stupid weird thoughts.
Just then there was such a big bump (stupid driver and stupid roads), my eyes shot open and my forehead hit something.
Why me?
Groaning and clutching my forehead, I looked up and gasped.
"Ack, Troublesome!" He held his forehead in a pained sort of way too, looking obviously irritated.
I gulped and dumbly let out a, "Huh?"
"It's a quarter past ten now," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Really? So what am I supposed to do with knowing that? Battle Zubats in a cave?
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry again." I don't think I need to try my sarcasm on him. Anyway, he'd outclass me any day.
"Hn." He settled back into his seat and frowned at the ceiling, arms folded up tightly.
I sighed. Well, now that I'm up, I may as well as eat.
I quietly ate the sandwiches which I had brought with me.
Should I share them?
I snuck a peek at him from the corner of my eye and decided not to.
Maybe he was trying to wake me up so that I eat?
...
Me and my stupid fantasies.
This is Paul we're talking about, not just any "decent and good" soul.
And that reminds me, I must start a debate on my clumsiness versus Paul. Now that's really random, isn't it? I giggled softly.
Finally after finishing off everything necessary, I curled up again in the blanket they had provided (thank Arceus for that because I was freezing!), lay back and closed my eyes.
And waited.
I got up, drank some water and lay back again.
Still no sleep.
Waaah, I want a shut-eye!
I opened my eyes and stared into the dark. The lights had been switched off now and people were finally asleep.
Now.
I'm bored.
And I've overused my weapon!
I jerked upright in my seat, seriously getting freaked out listening to rhythmic breathing and contented snores. I ran my fingers through my hair franticly and tried not to scream.
This. Is. Not. Good.
I don't know what I did but suddenly someone caught hold of my wrists and pulled me onto something. I tried to wriggle out but it just wouldn't let go. Then suddenly-
"Keep quiet and keep still, Troublesome. You may have slept the whole day, but I didn't. Now I want to sleep, so shut up."
…
Okay, now I was getting so bloody freaked out that I didn't even think of a retort.
You may ask why.
That was because I realized that my head was against his chest and the rumbling sound I was hearing was his breathing.
Eek! Never in my life I thought I would be in such a… such a… a predicament!
I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks.
Waaah, why was I blushing? I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't!
But then strangely enough, I felt myself getting sleepy (weird, huh?) possibly due to—hell, I don't know…
I got up quite late in the morning and found myself hugging my blanket.
What the heck even happened? Was it all a dream?
The bus had been delayed by two hours because of the storm. Can this get any worse?
…I spoke too soon. Now there was a news bulletin on fossils on the radio, and guess what? The guest speakers were Byron and Roark.
Ugh.
But then this wasn't as bad as yesterday's 'cooing', so I shut out the droning with my iPod.
Soon enough, we were fifteen minutes away from Twinleaf. I quickly brushed my hair, checked myself in my compact mirror and straightened my dress. It was still a bit cold so I dug my hands into my pockets, trying to get them warm, and I felt something.
I removed the 'thing' from my pocket to find out that it was some paper. I curiously looked at it, but couldn't go any further as the bus stopped and I was lurched forwards.
Groaning in pain, I got my bag, shoved the paper somewhere and almost ran out of the rusty old bus.
As soon as the bus turned and was out of sight, I let out a relieved sigh and threw my hands up.
I'm free!
But it was still some way to my house so I started walking.
Walk, walk, walk.
Ugh, I'm already bored.
Even though it's quiet and calm here, I guess I've gotten used to Hearthome's bustle-y nature.
…
Suddenly I remembered that paper. I searched frantically for it in my pockets and then in my bag and finally found it in the front pocket, all crumpled up.
Curiously, I opened it before smoothing it out and started reading…
Troublesome,
Get yourself sleeping pills next time and do something about your snoring.
There was an almost eerie silence, except for the comical Starly chirp as I stared at the note for a whole minute.
I exploded.
I was furious!
I knew who wrote that.
That... that jerk!
Who the hell was he to say that I need sleeping pills? I thought I slept enough if not too much. I sweat-dropped at the thought.
And he said I snore!
I do not snore! How dare he!
I reached the end of the lane and turned to the next one. Anybody would predict that I would just walk straight, turn left and continue.
I reached the corner, blushed and ran back home.
Fin.
For those of you who read this before, I hope this is better. I'm so sorry for such a horrendous version! Even though it was more than two years back, but still.
And for those of you who are reading it for the first time now, well, I'm just glad you didn't read that one. XD
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