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Thunder boomed through the sky before lighting could be heard cracking after. The air was cold and rain sprinkled down towards the ground, not bother any of the students leaving school grounds. It was finally summer, the holy time for every student, no matter their age, but apparently Mother Nature didn't get the memo.
Students were walking down the steps, either heading for the yellow buses, pick up entrance or just walking in the rain. One particular student was walking out from the back of the school, passing the yellow busses.
He stood to 5ft 5in. obviously being the target for almost every jock and other popular students for he was one of the few students in his grade making top scores and being really different. By different I mean his appearance and opinion. He had untamed raven hair with white bangs. He was born with the odd hair color mix and his eyes as well. He wore brown color contacts, knowing people would make fun for his natural crimson red eyes, calling him a vampire or monster like how they did when he was in grade school. His taste of music, also his choice of clothing, made him not liked, feared and or untrusted by other people thinking he might be a pot head or just plan out serial killer in the making. His clothing consisted of long sleeve black t-shirt under his black jacket stretched with dark blue and crimson strips, and baggy jeans tucked into his spiked combat boots.
He ignored the standard looks as he readjusted his black satchel and skipped several steps of the stairs and made a small splash. He shrugged when he heard one of the poplars' shouting at him to watch it. He didn't want to waste any time getting home and heading to his friend's house for their Pokémon battle, another reason on the long list of reasons people didn't like him. They both have been bragging about how they could kick either one's ass and so they decided to settle it today.
When he got home he shook his head, slightly drying his hair and shouted "I'm home!"
He was greeted with silence, knowing his parents just left for work. The teen just sighed, running up the stairs, throwing his satchel on his bed and taking his DS and charger.
When he locked the door he ran to his friend's house down the block. The rain started to get heavier and he could have sworn he was going death from the thunder.
When he finally got his friend's house he started to ring the doorbell rapidly and knocking hard, shouting "C'mon Chandler, open up!"
When the door finally opened finally opened he ran in and shook his head, letting drips of the water in his hair getting all over his friend.
"Ah, fucking Nestor!" Chandler shouted, hitting her friend on his arm, making him stop.
He chuckled before stopping, shrugging her off and running his jacket sleeve over his bangs, slightly drying him.
Chandler was one of his closest friends, even if she could be a little aggressive, but she makes up for it in kindness, that is if you don't cross her. She's the exact opposite of blondes; being unpopular, but not as bad as him, pretty smart and she had a streak of dark blue hair that she dyed, liking the color out of the standard girly pink. She always had her Jack Skeleton sweater on and her assortments of band merch from shirts to bracelets and necklaces. She was also a Doctor Who fan, and she sometimes made it obvious whenever she worse her Tardis vans. Today she had them on with black jeans, a Blood on the Dance Floor shirt and said jacket.
"You're lucky my parents aren't home yet," she said, earning another shrug from her friend "and stop shrugging! You can't always shrug off everything."
Nestor was about to shrug again but stopped himself, catching Chandler's evil eye.
The two headed upstairs, to Chandler's game room. Once in Nestor rushed into one of the bean bag chairs, sinking in and letting out a relaxed sigh.
Chandler laughed before sitting in another bean bag and took out her light blue DS, "You just gonna sit there or we gonna settle this?"
Nestor gave her a smirk, pulling his dark blue DS out of his jacket "Oh, you're so on!"
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"Uuuggghhhh!" Chandler shouted in anger, throwing her DS at Nestor, knowing he would catch it, which he did with a free hand "That's not fucking fair! You cheated!"
The two had about four rounds, six on six and they were evenly matched, pulling new teams each time. Nestor was lucky enough to get the right Pokémon to beat Chandler's maxed out mega Lucario. He had his own maxed out mega hiding in his sleeve, that being his trusty shiny Gardivor.
"No, I just got lucky…" he said, placing Chandler's DS down, getting up and prepared to take cover if he needed too.
Before either of them could act Nestor's phone went off, saving him. He checked the text from his flip phone, seeing it was a text from his mother, telling him too get some more bread from the grocery store go straight home as soon as he can because there was a flash flood warning.
"Gotta go, I'll see you later, I guess."
"Fine, just don't drown on the way there."
Nestor chuckled before pocketing both his phone and DS before leaving. When he was out he was shocked to see that there was already three inches of water outside. He shivered from the cold as he zipped up his jacket and pulled his hood over his head, running down the street that would eventually lead him to the grocery store.
After getting the bread in record time, there was another few inches of water layered on the original three inches. He quickly placed his hood back on as he ran, splashing water all around.
When he was about ready to cross the street he saw something catch his attention to an almost empty alleyway. He saw a large white egg with green spots peeking from inside a large box. If he didn't know any better he would have thought that was a Pokémon egg, like in his games.
He walked towards it, crouching down and picked it up, felling the hard and cold shell. He looked around, wondering if this was some hoax or something, like some pedophile was baiting him in. He was drawn away from the thought when he felt the egg wiggle around. A gasp escaped his lisps. He thought he must have been playing way too many games because he could have sworn the egg really did move. But what he mostly hoped was that he wasn't about to regret what he was about to do.
He put the bread down and unzipped his jacket, putting the egg in the safety and warmth of his jacket, much like what a mother kangaroo would have done to its young. He picked the bread up carefully, not to drop the egg somehow, and ran back home, wanting to get out of the rain with the egg safely.
Please tell me this isn't just some sick joke, Nestor thought as he ignored the odd stares, mostly aiming at his chest area.
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"Whoa, whoa, slow the fuck down Nes, just run that to me one more time."
Nestor sat in his room, on his computer chair, calling Chandler and was slightly panicking He was still trying to get over the fact he had found a Pokémon egg in the rain, almost out in the open and plain sight. After taking a deep calm breath he started to retell Chandler the whole story.
To catch you up on speed on what he actually did when he got home. Basically when he got home he made sure his parents weren't home as he got into his room and rapped the egg in his blankets and sheets, trying to make warm from being out in the rain for who knows how long. His room wasn't the cleanest but it wasn't a pig's pen. The only thing littering the floor was the stray papers filled with his crummy drawings, or at least he thought they were bad, including his computer desk and his walls, and other assortments of headphones and pencils. His walls were barren except for the wall that was facing the back of his computer. It was filled with only the drawings he thought were good enough. Minutes later he made the call.
"Dude… THAT'S AWESOME!" Nestor had to put some distance from the phone when Chandler started to shout "You can like come over now and let me see it. Plus I got this strange package from my grandpa in Arizona,"
"The one with a farm?"
"Yeah, he sent over a package with a letter, saying he got me something from his friend's cousin's best friend's brother,"
"You sure that's legit? I mean, that sounds kind of insane."
"This is my grandpa we're talking about…" Chandler answered in a slightly angered tone.
She was right. Her grandfather was a kind old man with a heart of gold but, ugh… he wasn't exactly the most sanest person out there. Then again, he was Chandler's favorite family member and he always told her "You can either have sanity or happiness, not both."
"Oh yeah…"
"Anyways, he said I might like what he got me and I want to see this egg for myself."
"What about our parents? They'll flip!"
"My parents sent me a text saying they wouldn't be back until tomorrow night, still being on their business trip and all. Just leave your parents a note or something."
He started having second thoughts about it but looked back at the egg that was wiggling around in his blanket and sheets.
He let out a groan and said "I'll be there in a few minutes."
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"Thanks for the help…" Nestor said sarcastically as he used one of the towels Chandler gave him to dry his hair.
She was currently cooing over the egg, calling it cute and snuggling it close to her chest. The two were in Chandler's living room, with her on the couch and Nestor sitting on the recliner.
"Oh my gguuuurrrreeeedddd! You're so lucky!" she said before the egg was taken away from her "Hey!"
"Trainer rules," he shot at her, thinking he would never say that besides to a beginner at the Pokémon games "No stealing trainer's Pokémon."
"Awe c'mon!" she said angrily before Nestor continued talking.
"Don't you have a pack you need to open?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a twist." she got up from the crouch and pulled the extremely taped box under the coffee table. She then pulled out her pocket knife and pointed the blade out towards Nestor.
He knew the deal and pulled out his lighter, getting the flame on the blade. The two had a sort of tradition whenever either of the got packages. When it was warm enough Chandler violently stabbing the knife on the edge of the duct tape and was able to cut it off.
Nestor and Chandler looked into the box in shock, seeing a large egg much like the one that was held tightly in Nestor's arms. The two looked at each other, then back at the egg, then at his egg and repeated for a moment before Chandler went into her excitement phase.
She grabbed the egg and squealed, hugging the thing and shouting "Oh my ggguuurrreeeddd! I'm a trainer!"
"Congrats, I guess." Nestor said, getting another text.
He looked at it and found out his parents both had the grave shift at their jobs, telling him they wouldn't be home until late in the afternoon.
He shrugged as he put it away and was surprised when he heard Chandler shout angrily "What did I tell you!"
He jumped, almost dropping his egg in the processes. When he sighed in relief he readjusted his grip around the egg and asked "Mind if I stay for the night? Parents are gone for a while and uh…" he motioned his head towards the window, the two hearing the storm rage out from outside.
"Sure," Chandler answered, getting up with her egg "You get the couch and we could totally stay up and watch some movies or something."
"That is if the power doesn't go out." He joked, now knowing he just jinxed it.
As if on cue the lights when out and he pulled out his lighter, now the being the only source of light. Chandler glared at him and shouted "Nestor you fucking jinx!"
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