Hi. Pokemon fanfiction. Woo. Ally and Kevin, and probably most other characters, are original. Obviously gym leaders and some professors won't be. Enjoyyyyy
Something soft hit my face, jarring me from my dream. I woke up, blinking frantically as I looked for the source of what had stirred me. The pillow came flying back toward my face and I tried to get my arm up in time, but no luck. I was once again smacked by it, though honestly it didn't hurt too much.
"Alright, you butt munch! I'm awake, I'm awake, stop with the attacks already." I glared at the wielder, my boyfriend Kevin.
He grinned at me mischievously. "Are you sure you're awake?"
"Yea… why?"
"'Cause I'm not." He dropped the pillow and was tickling me in two seconds flat. I tried to push him away, but it was useless. He went to the gym on a daily basis, and I don't mean for Pokemon battling.
"Stop, stop!" I said breathlessly.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm doing nothing."
I squirmed a bit more in his merciless tickling before we heard my mom calling up the stairs. "Ally! Kevin! You need to hurry up or else the Professor will be gone."
"Come on, let me up!" I said, pushing against his shoulders. This time he moved, and helped pull me to my feet. Before completely letting me go, Kevin pulled me in for a small kiss and said, "Good morning, beautiful."
I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "Good morning, handsome tickle monster."
He laughed as I dug around in my closet looking for some clothes. As much as I would hate to be late to the lab, I did not think going in my pajama's would be the brightest of ideas. I changed into a pair of shorts and a leaf patterned tank top before grabbing Kevin's hand and heading down the stairs. He let me pull him along to the front door before stopping. "You need to eat something, missy."
"But we're going to be late!"
"Nope, we ain't leaving 'til you eat." He stubbornly stood there as I tried to pull him forward, unsuccessfully. At last, I finally gave up and trudged into the kitchen, purposely making my steps louder. I opened the pantry door and grabbed a package of Poptarts, strawberry flavored, before going back to the door. Kevin was now standing in front of it, making it so that I couldn't open it. He looked down at the package in my hand then back up at me. I opened the silver foil, tore off a piece, and chucked it in my mouth. Satisfied, he finally opened the door and let me go outside.
Today, we were getting our first Pokemon.
It kind of sucked that we had to wait this long though.
The start Pokemon were becoming increasingly rare and the Professor was having a hard time of catching enough for all the trainer want-to-bes. Including Kevin and I, but that was beside the point. We were more serious, or at least he was. He knew everything about individual values and training. I was just kind of along for the journey, not trying to get the ultimate team that could knock out every single trainer in existence.
We walked hand in hand to the lab, conveniently a few houses away from mine. We were lucky to live in the same town as Juniper, because that meant we could literally roll out of bed and receive our Pokemon. I knew of people who traveled all the way from Opelucid City, and unless they had a parent with a flying-type, they had to make that journey by foot.
Kevin opened the door to the lab and let me go in first, as was customary for him. There is hardly ever a time that I am allowed to open a door when he is present, and if I try, he makes me walk back out, closes the door, opens it again, and then lets me go through once more. It's pretty adorable, and sometimes I will open doors just so that he'll do that.
I had been in the lab on a few times previously, mostly for school trips and stuff. I had never been to the third floor before though, which is where we would choose our first Pokemon. I pressed the up button for the elevator and boarded once the silver doors opened. It swiftly carried us up to our desired floor.
The third floor was pretty cool, I've got to admit.