Hello readers! J and L here, and today we are uploading something a little new. As most writers will tell you, writers block sucks, and we found that writing something else helps us get rid of it. So, instead of us just writing something random and throwing it away, we have decided to start another story. It won't be updated as often as our first story, "Life with a Pokémon", but it will have more chapters later on down the line.

So, as with all our chapters from our other story, let's get these notes and the disclaimer out of the way.

(person's name POV) how the person who is talking sees things.

"Person talking"

[Telepathic speech]

Disclaimer- We have no claim on pokémon, or the pokémon franchise. Our claim is only on the characters we make up for this story.

Chapter 1

How it all began

(Joey's POV)

I hate my life. There's no buts about it, I hate my life.

Your probably wondering who I am, and why I hate my life, so allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Joey, I'm white, six feet tall, and have black hair and brown eyes. I'm also seventeen years old, which basically means while I have intelligent thoughts, no one ever listens to me. As for why I hate my life, well that's because people treat garbage better then they treat me. My cloths are full of holes and what patches I could make, and my room consists of a cardboard box for my cloths, a flat blowup air mattress for me to sleep on, and what few possessions I was able to rummage out of the trash.

My parents, if you can even call them that, consist of a father who is evil when sober, and sadistic when drunk, and a mother who thinks I should just crawl into a hole and die so she can use my room for storage. Not the best parents a boy could have, and since I don't have any siblings, well. My life sucks.

What sucks even more is school, or more importantly high school and the drama that follows. I skipped ninth grade since I was so smart, so I am the youngest in my grade, but don't assume that being the youngest makes me the smallest, seeing as I beat most of the football team in size. I was never interested in sports though, instead I enjoyed video games, and things like band where I played a mean trumpet, and wood shop. Because of these things, I was the outcast at school, and even more I was the most popular target of school pranks, jokes, and anything else the other kids could think of to do to me. There favorite pastime though, was to pick on me because I never had sex. To have sex, you need a girlfriend, and I wouldn't be caught dead with any of the jackals of this place.

So, you can see why I hate my life.

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"What the fuck did I tell you about your shit!" hollered my father, drunk off his ass as usual, as he threw my backpack across the living room.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, walking over and picking up my bag, hoping my one personal belonging hadn't been destroyed, "I'll take it up to my room."

"And you will stay there without dinner!" hollered my father as I quickly ran up the stairs to my room before he could get his metal bat out to hit me.

I ran into my room, the door closing and latching behind me, and quickly looked though my bag till I found what I was looking for. My DS! I found the DS and it's old charger behind the school, and while half of the buttons didn't really work well, and I had patched up the case with more tape that should be allowed, it was still my most prized possession. My parents didn't know I had it, and since I didn't have a power outlet in my room I had to charge at school. I quickly released the game chip from the back, and a small smile lit up my face as I looked at the worn out label. Anyone who didn't know what it said would assume it was all white, but I could still make out the faintest of yellow lines that spelled the title. Pokémon.

I had made a trade with one of the kids when I first found the DS, he would give me a game I could play on it, and I would get him through one of his classes. At first the kid thought I was kidding, and insisted that a piece of puke like me didn't have a DS system, until I showed him the device, which made him laugh his ass off at it's condition. He said that I must be joking, that no one played with a DS anymore, especially one that was a piece of trash like this one. I quickly convinced him that I was serous, and after about a month of helping him pass his honors English class, he gave me the game.

I put back in the game, and started up my DS. Once it fully started, I pulled up my save on my pokémon game, watching with happiness as the childish lights and colors flashed in front of the screen. I found my character right where I left him, somewhere called Unova, and pulled up my team. There was my Gigalith, Bruiser, who was kinda like the tank of my team, my Zoroack, Cloak, who was the eyes that watched from the shadows, my Chandelure, Night Light, my team's light in the darkest night, my Meloetta, Melody, the joy and happiness of the team, and my Unfezant, Skye, my eyes in the sky. My personal favorite though, and most important member, was my shiny Gardevoir, Lilly.

"Why can't my life be like this?" I asked my DS screen as I started moving my character around the digital world, "why can't I have a life where I'm not treated like trash, where I can have friends and happiness, and where I can be in control of my life?"

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I played my game till it was about midnight, or so I thought since I didn't have reliable clock, and went to sleep on my flat air mattress, while clutching my DS. The next morning I woke up the same way I always did, the sound of banging on my door by my drunk father, telling me to get my lazy ass up and get dressed. I used to wonder why he didn't open the door in the morning, but I later realized that when my father was drunk, besides being sadistic, he wasn't able to a lot of functions. Working doors was one of those.

I got up, and quickly slipped into a beat up pair of blue jeans, an old red long sleeve shirt that I had cut to act like a t-shirt, and my navy blue sneakers, which were now over eighty percent silver from the ductap I had used to patch them up. I was about to put my DS in my bag, when I saw something shiny inside my bag, and when I pulled it out it looked to be a rainbow quartz pendant, on a silver chain. Where the hell did I get this?

"Well, possession is nine tenths of the law," I muttered to myself, putting the pendant on, "maybe I can find a use for it."

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"Hey there puke!" called a voice from behind as I walked down the hallway at my school, and turning I saw a group of about six kids, and in the lead was the boy who gave me the DS game, "yeah, I'm talking to you!"

"What do you want John?" I asked, turning around to face the group. I didn't even try to explain to him that my name wasn't puke, all that ever got me was trouble, "I have to get to class."

"I want that pokémon game I gave you back," said John, only to stop for a moment as he looked at the pendant I was wearing, "where did a piece of trash like you find something so impressive?"

"Where do you think I found it?" I lied, thinking on my feet, "In the trash, like everything else I own."

"Know what, I don't care where you found it," said John, shaking his head to focus, "I found a collector from China who will pay me five hundred dollars for that pokémon game I gave you, so hand it over."

"We had a deal John," I said, grabbing my bag a little tighter in case I had to run, "I helped you through honors English, so this game is mine. You can't just change your mind two months later, and demand it back."

"Well, if you don't give it back, then my new friends here will take it back for me," said John, and I then noticed that not only were the kids behind him all part of the football team, they were the few that were bigger then me, and they each looked to be holding some sort of small weapon, "so, what will it be? Either way, I am getting my game back."

I quickly went over my options here. I could either hand over the one thing I had in my life I enjoyed, get the crap beat out of me and have it taken away from me, or I could try to run away from five of the largest players on the football team. Neither of the options appealed to me, but I guess I had only one option, "just let me get the game out of my bag."

"Smart move puke," said John as I reached into my bag, but instead of grabbing my DS to remove the game, my hand wrapped around the piece of Italian Marble I had found in the trash for my geology class, "now let me have it."

Be careful what you wish for, I thought to myself, quickly pulling out the marble. Then, in one quick motion, I brought the rock up and smashed it into John's head, sending him the ground in a cry of pain.

"Time for a quick exit," I said to myself, turning and running away from the group as John hollered at them to get me.

Five minutes later, I was running across the football field in a thunderstorm. I was able to evade the football players long enough to get outside, although it had started raining heavily, but now they were on my tail.

"You can't escape puke!" hollered one of my pursuers, "we will get you, and then you are in for a world of hurt!"

"You'll have to be faster then me then!" I called back as I put more speed into my legs. All I had to do was get across the school's fence, and get into the nearby forest, and I could get away. I knew the forest better then most, since I spent what little free time I had outside in the forest, away from people. No one could find me there.

It was then, that it happened.

I was almost to the fence, when I felt an immense heat cross over my body, and I suddenly realized what had happened. I had been struck by lightning!

Time slowed down as I started to fall, and all I could think of was the irony of this. All my life I was told I was trash, and that I should just kill myself, but now that I was trying to keep the one thing that I enjoyed I was killed by mother nature!

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I thought I was dead, that my life was over, until I started hearing the faintest of beeps to the right of me. Slowly, I came to, and felt something soft under me. I opened my eyes, and was immediately blinded by light, until they came back into focus, and I could see what looked to be florescent light bulbs above me. Where are I?

I slowly moved my head around, and took in the room, and it appeared to be some sort of hospital room, with monitors and sensors all around the room. I was about to sit up, when a woman in a white outfit and pink hair walked in with a tray.

"Oh, you're awake," said the woman, setting down the tray, "that's good. How do you feel?"

"I feel like death," I said barely able to speak, "what is this place?"

"You're at a Poké-center," said the woman, walking over and taping on the nearest monitor, "seams you were hit with a large bolt of electricity that nearly killed you, and if you hadn't been dragged in by your Kirlia, you would most likely be dead."

"Wait, what?" I asked, not understanding what she was saying. Poké-center? Kirlia? "What are you talking about?"

"Temporary memory loss is to be expected," said the Nurse, picking up a clipboard that hung from the foot of my bed, "do you remember your name?"

"Joey," I said.

"And what about your age?" asked the woman as she wrote down my answers.

"I'm seventeen years old."

"Any family?" asked the woman.

"Parents," I said, my mind wandering to painful memories, "they treat me like crap."

"Yes, we noticed you had a lot of bruising and scars all over you," said the woman, "did they do that to you?"

"Most of it. The rest was either done by kids at my school, or by me falling down in the forest."

"That's awful!" cried the woman.

"You get used to it," I said with a shrug. I never really told strangers about my life at home, mainly because they couldn't do anything about it.

"Well, it seems like you don't have any permanent memory loss," said the woman, although I could tell she was disturbed by my past, "would you like me to bring in your Kirlia? She has been asking to see you."

"Wait, isn't Kirlia a pokémon?" I asked, still confused. Aren't pokémon fake?

"Yes, of course they are," said the woman with a smile, walking over to the door, "what else would they be?"

And with that, she left the room, and after a moment she came back in, leading something that shouldn't be real. There was a girl, about two and a half feet tall, with blue hair, white dress, blue pointed feet, orange eyes, and what looked to be two orange horns on each side of it's head. It was a pokémon! A fucking pokémon!

"I'll leave the two of you alone," said the woman, leaving the room as the Kirlia sat down in a chair near the bed.

Neither of us spoke, just staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak first.

"Are you real?" I finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

[Yes, I am,] said a voice, but the Kirlia's lips never moved.

"Did you just speak?" I asked, still confused about what was going on.

[I'm using telepathy,] said the voice again, which I now assumed was the Kirlia, [I'm sending words into your brain so we can speak.]

"Ok, what is going on?" I asked, completely confused, "how is any of this real?"

[I don't understand?] said the Kirlia, [I found you wounded in the forest, and brought you here so you could be healed by Nurse Joy.]

"This can't be real," I said, my head hurting slightly from thinking about everything, "pokémon aren't real, they are just creatures in a videogame."

[What?] Kirlia asked, tilting it's head slightly, [what are you talking about?]

"You can't be real," I explained, "Kirlia is nothing more then a creature created by Nintendo to make money. If you are anything, you're a ventriloquist in a costume."

[Really?] asked Kirlia as its eyes started to glow blue, and suddenly I felt something else inside my head, like someone else was inside my mind, [oh, now I understand. You aren't from around here.]

"What?" I asked as whatever had entered my mind left, and the Kirlia's eyes stopped glowing.

[You have never seen a living pokémon, so naturally you wouldn't believe that they were real,] said Kirlia, getting up from its chair and walking over to take my hand. It was a strange feeling, seeing as a Kirlia only had two fingers on each hand, but they felt warm and soft, [do you believe I am real now?]

"Yes," I said, suddenly believing that this small creature, that shouldn't be real, was real, "I do."

[Good,] said the Kirlia with a smile, [my name is Lilly. What's yours?]

"Joey," I said, my thoughts being drawn to what that woman I had first seen had said, "that woman, I think you called her Nurse Joy, said that you were my Kirlia, what does that mean?"

[Well,] said Lilly, a little hesitant, [I kinda lied when I brought you here. I told Nurse Joy that you were my trainer, and that my poké-ball had been destroyed, so she would allow me to stay.]

"Why did you do that?" I asked? Why would someone lie to be near me? Get away I understand, but to stay close?

[Well, I never had any friends where I grew up, and I wanted to see the world,] explained Lilly, [so, I know this is kinda sudden, but can I come with you?]

"Wait, you actually want to be around me?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing. Was Lilly actually saying she wanted to be my friend?

[Please?] Lilly asked, a small sparkle in her eyes, [I've never had a friend, and I was hoping that maybe that could change with you.]

"To be honest, I have never had a friend either," I said, a slight smile crossing my face at the thought of having a friend, "but, I always wanted one."

[Is that a yes?] asked Lilly, excitement building in her voice.

"Yes it is," I said, and right as the words left my lips, Lilly jumped up and wrapped her small arms around my neck.

[Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!] cried Lilly in pure joy, wrapping her arms tighter around me, [I won't let you down. I'll be the best friend you ever had!]

"Well, you're off to a good start," I said, running my hand down Lilly's hair, a smile crossing my face. Maybe getting struck by lightning was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Well, what did you all think? It's different from what we have writen before, and yes we know that it has some, ok probably a lot, of grammar errors. We can't catch every one there is, so please try to look past the ones you see.

So until we upload the next chapter, whenever that is, this is J and L saying good bye.