Disclaimer: Pokemon doesn't belong to me, of course.
Notes: This is a challenge of sorts that I came up with, in which I write a series of ficlets using only 100 words. The pairings here are quite odd. Don't like them? Don't read them. I don't want to see reviews about how 'stupid' they might seem. Concrit is welcomed, however. Anyway, enjoy!
Favorite Sketch
Observing and drawing were two of Tracey Sketchit's passions. Of course, those were two of the most important aspects of being a Pokemon Watcher. Every time he went to the Cerulean City Gym, he would sit at a corner near the pool and draw. He did like to look at the water pokemon, there was something else that always caught his eye. At one point he noticed half his sketches were of Daisy, Misty's sister. Whenever he had free time, he would flip through his notebook and look at his favorite drawing, the one where he smiled just for him.
Lunch date
Whenever Clair walked into the Blackthorn City Pokecenter, Nurse Joy's heart would stop beating temporarily. She would quickly take her miniature mirror out to check if she looked presentable enough. As usual, Clair wanted to restore her Pokemon to health.
The dragon trainer was quite an enigma, which always provoked Joy's curiosity. However, on this day, she worked up the courage to find out more about her. "Later on, would you like to go out to eat something and maybe get to know eachother better?" Though surprised by the proposal, Clair finally answered with a smile. "I would like that."
Haven
The fields of Pewter City were the perfect place to go to when one wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the working world. Ever since Max became Brock's assistant Pokemon breeder, the two would find the time after work to go there to relax. They enjoyed going there to lay down and stare up at the sky. Brock's hand would always gently hold Max's. The younger one usually blushed at the contact. It was only in that location where they could express how they truly felt for eachother, they did their best to enjoy being close.
Playfulness
The first thing Flannery usually heard every morning when she woke up was Ash's snoring. So it was odd that there was silence when her eyes first opened. Then she got up to go find out where he had gone off to. After a bit of searching, she finally found him. He was outside playing with his Torkoal and hers.
"Hey, Flannery!" He called out and waved.
She couldn't help but grin. Ash was so playful. Of course, that was probably what she loved so much about him. Without saying a word, she ran up to him and hugged him.
