Just a little story I thought about on a boring Christmas eve.

Merry Christmas everyone! :D & don't forget to tell me what you think :)

Little Christmas belleshipping story

Sigh.

The seventeen-year-old boy walked down the street. He had gotten a bit taller, he looked way more manly and his green hair got out of his face, but his emerald eyes still shimmered like the old times. He looked at all the Christmas decorations and happy people and regretted the fact he didn't stay in bed all day.

I wish I was one of them… One of the lucky people who have this gift to be able to be happy. I can't. It's impossible. I'm all on my own… Such a arrogant, ugly and asocial guy like me isn't interesting to anyone.

This boy was obviously not happy with its life. It all began with his parents. His mother suffered from a severe depression and his dad was just a very frustrated and numb man. They were good people, but they absolutely didn't know how to raise a child. There was no emotional bound between Drew and his parents. They just gave him food, drinks, games, money, everything he needed, but they didn't gave him happiness. They didn't teach him how to live happily. There was never laughter, never a little joke, never a fun party, never friends coming over. It was just one big depressed place where crying and screaming was the usual thing.

As a little kid, Drew managed to handle it well. Kids have this huge amount of happiness in them and back then he wasn't smart enough to understand that his situation wasn't normal. When he got to his teenage years, he liked to have a lot of fangirls. Thinking of it, he might just needed more attention because he didn't get any at home. Meanwhile he got arrogant, which wasn't surprising because he copied the example of his frustrated and numb dad, without even knowing it. At this point Pokémon was a great passion of his. He wanted to beat everyone and he ended up being a very clever coordinator. On his Pokémon journey he was always alone. He tried to just be the best and wasn't really interested in most of the other people, but maybe, deep inside, he would have liked to have some real friends. But he didn't know how to make any. His family never taught him how to be sociable. He was so used to be on his own and be arrogant that he never managed to make some real friends. He just couldn't.

When Drew hit puberty, he lost all his life spirit. With no friends he began to feel really lonely and he couldn't see the point of Pokémon coordinating anymore. He trained them, made nice performances, won contests, got a price or some money, but did it make him happy? No. Not at all. He also lost his interest in girls. All these fangirls were just dumb girls who only wanted him for his looks and charming personality, but when he really tried to talk to them in a friendly way and told them what he really felt, they disappeared. After a while he gave up and he was a prisoner of a world on his own. A smile on his face got really rare and most of the time he was just in his room lying in his bed or playing videogames he didn't even like. He wasn't able to be happy anymore, the feeling just didn't come back and he thought there was no point of living anymore. While thinking about his life, Drew had to hold back tears while walking on the Christmas market.

Seeing everyone being happy, laughing and hugging makes me want to puke. Why in the world was I so stupid to believe 'fresh air' would make me feel better… It didn't, that's why I never left my room… Anyways, I hope this Christmas day ends soon. Well… It doesn't really matter actually. Tomorrow I will get back to my usual useless activities of every day. I hate this life. Oh no… Don't start to tear again… You're a guy, Drew! Sigh.

*BAMMM*

'Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!'

Drew found himself on the ground and saw a hand reaching his shoulder. Confused about what had just happened, he looked up and his emerald eyes met a pair of crystal blue ones.

'Are you okay?' A soft girly voice asked.

'Um…Yeah.' He replied softly after he had stared at her eyes for a time that seemed ages.
Ugh. Again one of these chicken girls who don't look where they're going.

'Let me help you' the soft voice said again.

Mmm… She has beautiful eyes though. Too bad, she must find me an idiot already, being completely confused and staring at her just because she bumped in to me…

Drew looked up and saw a hand reaching him. Hesitatingly he accepted her hand and she pulled him back on his feet. In the meantime he looked at her and saw a pair of worried eyes looking at him. The girl had long blue hair and she wore a cute beret , winter coat and scarf to protect herself from the cold temperatures.

She's cute… Damn, I'm making a fool of myself here. I should get out of here right now.

'Thanks…' Drew murmured ashamed when he was about to turn around, but the soft hand stopped him by holding his shoulder. She made a step forward and looked deep into his eyes again.

'Are you sure you're okay?' she asked again, worried.

'Yeah, why?' Drew replied, confused about the strange behavior of this girl.

'Because you're crying…'