The word prompts originally come from A Rose for me-A Rose for you's Alphabet Soup Challenge. Now, the Challenge is long since defunct, but I've had these prompts kicking around in my computer, and I'm ready to let them go. So I did them to the tune of the sentences type thing. Sure. Makes no sense. But it's finished. I can move on now.
Enjoy, and feedback is greatly appreciated.
DISCLAIMER:
Duh.
Almonds were sometimes all they could afford to eat on the trail; feeding the Pokémon was expensive enough, and the nuts fell plentifully from the trees.
He traveled with a giggly blonde from his class named Brooke who liked baseball and when she wasn't looking, he'd steal glances.
"Come on, Rex, let's stop and make cookies," she pleaded, ignoring the fact they had no dough and no oven.
"Here," his mom said before he left, "keep everything in this diary; one day you'll thank me."
Everything was a blur as they crashed through the jungle: Brooke's fearful yet defiant eyes and Nidoking's pained roars and the sound of Team Rocket's scouts shouting hastily for them to surrender.
To Rex, Blaine was freedom; the last test before he'd be able to go to Victory Road.
Brooke stopped and picked a leaf, remarking, "I've never seen a sweetgum so green before..."
"Come on, Nidoking!" I don't have to tell you, dearest friend, that you winning this match is the difference between Heaven and Hell.
Brooke giggled as she pushed the frame of the diploma immortalizing Rex forever as the Champion toward him.
It was in June when she finally told him that he didn't deserve it.
"Well, yes." Rex's mother told the reporter, smiling, "He did love Kingdom Hearts."
Brooke felt the back of her knees hit the bed in the Pokémon center; Rex hung over her, eyes hard; their lips crashed together but neither one of them ever bothered to figure out if it was love or lust.
"If you ask me," the old man was saying as Brooke passed him in the PokéMart, "Rex sold his soul to Mephistocles to be able to battle that well."
Rex stood there, numb, the realization that he'd beaten Lance sinking in; he fell to his knees before Nidoking sniffled happily and embraced the boy.
Brooke shrugged at her friend Jennifer, "It's only opal because I told him it's my favorite."
"Precious," he growled before entering her roughly.
The reporters asked a lot of questions in the years that followed and Rex began to enjoy the times when he and Brooke had time to be in the quiet.
Rex tied a ribbon around her arm, promising her that no matter what happened to them, he'd always remember this night.
When it was all over Brooke realized that she'd lost Rex in the struggle for self.
He brushed her off, remarking, "If only we could go back in time."
Brooke hurled her opal ring to the floor, screaming that her love was apparently unimportant.
"Brooke," he panted as he bit on her neck roughly, "I'm…I'm not a virgin."
Years later, he'd sit on the top floor of the tower, looking out the window and wishing that life had been different.
"When I'm in his arms it's like I've found my own version of Xanadu," Brooke observed dreamily.
Team Rocket had taught them in their chase of the teens across Johto that yielding was out of the question; the youth never surrendered.
He touched her aged face, cradling her in his arms, telling her softly, "We've never hit the zenith, Brooke, and we never will."