Ah, these cuties! i wuv dem, u guise. Okay, hideous typing moment over. I'll shut up.
Pokemon is not mine, it's owned by Nintendo.
He taints people.
He knows that.
That's why he's got his guitar and nothing else, or so he tells himself.
He's never really had friends, mind you, and the ones he has had would say he's nothing but a loser, a rebel, a loner. A punk.
He's been called a devil, a boy who lives to bring people into the darkest part of life.
So he secludes himself.
He uses the girls that feel bad for him as pure entertainment and lets them fall in love with him, and then lets them slip out of his grasp when he's done with them, done with their emotions and done with their hearts.
Yes, he hurts people. Yes, he was a punk, and a secluded rebellious loner, and he knew it.
But he didn't mind it.
His guitar, his rebelling spirit, they agreed with him.
All was right.
That's when she comes in.
She bounds in with relentless tries to pry him open, with relentless energy, never giving up.
She bounds in, falling in love with his music.
He's grown accustomed to her laying down and listening to his music.
Call him an evil doer, but breaking her down will be fun, the most fun he'll have in years.
Or so he thinks.
Because she can hold a conversation about music, about being alone, about life, and about him. Not once has anyone been able to do that.
He finds himself opening up to her.
He finds himself falling in love with her.
She loves his music. She loves talking to him. She loves him.
She lets his hands roam her body, lets his lips meet hers for some chaste and some lewd kisses.
She lets him toy with her emotions until she's nothing but broken and yet, so lovesick.
She follows him, comes back to him.
She's been corrupted, and she lets it flow within her. He's done his job, but no matter how corrupted she had gotten, she came back.
She loved being corrupted.
But only by him, and him - the secluded, lonely, rebelling punk - alone.
She knows he's done with her, her compelling games do not sway him the way they used to, long conversations stop happening, even stop trying to form.
And yet, she comes back.
And so, he kisses her. The kiss is anything but corrupted, and he's practically giving her his heart and soul and offering his mind with it.
To him - to Sidney - she is not done for. He can bring her back to the real world - to his world - however lonely it may be.
And she follows as he leads, tumbling, turning at every corner and suddenly the sun shines and everything is beautiful and the way it's supposed to be.
But that's not his world, so she follows again, twisting into the opening, finding herself where he wants her to be, where she believes she should be.
One more stolen kiss turns into dozens, until stolen is not the right word for it anymore.
Sidney finds himself lost in her.
(She - Phoebe - however, is and always will be corrupted by none other than some lovesick punk.)