Ten Years
By: TheFifthCharmedOne
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Summary: Every year, something changed. Nothing was ever the same, but then again, maybe it was. Maybe it was just them that changed. Maybe they grew. Maybe they matured. Maybe ten years can mean more than time. Contestshipping!
The first year, I thought he was just another coordinator, a frustrating rival that always managed to get under my skin.
The first year, we weren't we.
The second year, the roses started to mean something. They started to mean stares and blushes and possible crushes.
The second year, something more came to be.
The third year, we finally hit puberty. His voice got deeper, my body gained curves.
The third year, I was still me.
The fourth year, we went to Johto. We had been through Hoenn and Kanto, and now we were on a journey of our very own.
The fourth year, there was a whole new world to see.
The fifth year, boys and girls became more than rivals. Harley, who we'd always assumed was gay, ended up with Soledad. The family became official.
The fifth year, I experienced maybe.
The sixth year, Harley and Soledad married. I was only sixteen, but I wanted a wedding just like Soledad's, because hers was perfect.
The sixth year, we had no choice. We were, and always would be we.
The seventh year, Drew went out with someone else. I felt betrayed. I felt like I had lost something, someone that mattered.
The seventh year, I wanted to flee.
The eighth year, their relationship ended. I was so happy, that I accidentally kissed him. I prayed he wouldn't hate me.
The eighth year, I had only one plea.
The ninth year, Drew asked me out.
The ninth year, I was filled with glee.
The tenth year...well, that hasn't really happened yet. But I can't wait to find out what will come next.
The first year, we weren't we.
The second year, something more came to be.
The third year, I was still me.
The fourth year, there was a whole new world to see.
The fifth year, I experienced maybe.
The sixth year, we had no choice. We were, and always would be we.
The seventh year, I wanted to flee.
The eighth year, I had only one plea.
The ninth year, I was filled with glee.
The tenth year is TBC.
A/N: ...And this is why I suck at poetry. This really doesn't even deserve to get posted, but I don't have anything else for Contestshipping Day, so you guys can deal with one terrible poem, right? :'D
-Charmy
