Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. It doesn't get clearer than that.
It was a quiet day in Little Root Town, home of the famous Professor Birch. The professor was inside his study, which was built more like a lavish library room with carpeted floor and a wall of books, speaking through the vid phone located on the wall. "...And that's the story, Oak." He said, speaking to Pallet Town's world famous professor through the vid phone.
There was a moment of silence as Samuel Oak stared awkwardly at the Little Root Town professor. "...What story? All you did was call me and say 'And that's the story'."
"Oh right! I completely forgot to tell you the story! My apologies." Professor Birch gave an embarrassed grin, slightly ashamed at his 'little' miscalculation.
Oak knew Birch was off to a certain degree, but this was a new one for him. How he felt about the eccentric professor was done through two actions: face palming and groaning. "I'd love to hear more, but I'm pretty busy, so-"
"You see, my grandson, Brendan Birch, is a growing boy. I think it's about time I start introducing him to some girls. I was hoping if you had any recommendations or ideas on how I should proceed."
Professor Oak sighed. "Birch, don't you think that's something YOU should do rather than ask me? I'm not exactly in your local area, nor an expert on kids."
"Hmm, local area you say? That's not a bad idea!"
Oak sweat-dropped, wondering how many screws were loose in Birch's head. "Wait, you mean to tell me you didn't already-"
"No time, Oak! I've got girls to find for my grandson! Thanks for the help!" Birch hung up the phone before Oak could get a word out.
"Grandpa...!" A young, male voice growled.
Birch jumped in surprise, slowly turning around to see a young boy standing behind him with his arms crossed and, wearing a furious expression. The fierce look from his grandson made the man feel apprehensive, forcing a nervous smile to try and diffuse the boy's anger. "Er...h-hey Brendan! How's my favorite grandso-"
"Are you trying to get me hooked up with a girl AGAIN?" The ruby eyed, sweatsuit wearing lad glared harder at his famous grandfather, thoroughly upset. "I've told you millions of times that i'm not interested in girls!"
"Now, now, that's not true at all. You're growing into the age where you may question some emotions you're feeling, or maybe even dared to experiment bodily functions with other girls."
"I'M ONLY 10!" Brendan shouted.
"...Kids tend to grow very fast, you know."
"There's no way a kid grows THAT fast!"
"That's nonsense, my boy. You're a big boy now, and should act accordingly. Someone your age should not be afraid of girls, but embrace these beautiful creatures. Whether it be on a romantic date or the bedroom, you should start involving them in your life."
Brendan's face glowed bright red, both from anger and sheer embarrassment. "That's it, I am NOT talking about this any further!" Fuming, Brendan stormed out of the study and rushing for the front door down the hallway.
The professor ran to the hallway, yelling after the boy. "Brendan! Come by later so we can talk about using proper protection!"
"SHUT UP!"
The Little Root Town professor smiled proudly as he watched his embarrassed grandson disappear from sight. "Ah, to be young again. That reminds me...I should put a camera in his room to record the moment he becomes a man..."
Outside, Brendan was sprinting as hard as he could, going past the town gate. The man aggravated him so much, he just had to escape his presence. He didn't even bother to see where he was running, as long as he got away. His eyes were shut, attempting to hold back the angry tears that rushed to his eyes. 'That guy is a nut case! Why can't I have a normal life like everyone else!?' All Brendan wanted was normal parents, normal neighbors, and a normal childhood. Instead, he got an insane grandfather, weird and creepy neighbors, and a horrible, mental-scarring childhood. He could never forgive his grandfather for giving him a blowup sex doll for his 9th birthday.
What made it worse was how accepting all his friends were about it.
'To make matters worse, we even have a newcomer moving in here. I'll bet it's another psycho coming to ruin my life.' Unfortunately for him, by the time he reopened his eyes, he spotted a brown haired girl in front of him who was walking in his direction. Running too fast, Brendan was unable to stop in time.
SLAM!
Brendan crashed into something unexpectedly hard and rough, causing extensive agony for him. Falling back from the shock, he slowly opened his eyes to see the same girl he was about to run into peering over him curiously. That, and he also took notice that what he ran into wasn't the girl, but a tree. He rubbed his forehead, which was in great pain. "Ugh, that hurt!"
The girl raised an eyebrow at the lad, having barely dodged the boy's dash. "Maybe its because I'm new to town, but I don't think running with your eyes closed is a good idea."
As Brendan thought about it, it was a valid point. What idiot ran with his eyes close? ...Besides himself. "Yeah, you have a point."
The girl grabbed his arm and helped Brendan to his feet. "By the way, is this Little Root Town?"
Brendan released a heavy sigh, rubbing his sore face. "Yeah, this is Little Root Town. Wait..." It was only now Brendan took notice of the girl. When he looked up, his breath got caught in his throat. He thought the girl would only bring fear in his heart, but instead found admiration.
The girl he beheld was absolutely adorable.
The way her brown hair hung uniquely and her blue eyes shone brilliantly made him swallow hard, not used to seeing cute girls. He felt his heart race quickly and breathing turn shallow. Her cute smile made him blush furiously, momentarily blowing him away. "Gah...uh...h-hi..."
The girl giggled cutely at Brendan's expression, which caused him to turn even redder. "Hi yourself. Do you live here?" She extended her hand to greet him.
'This girl is way too cute. I usually don't like girls, but I can probably make an exception with her.' Brendan thought happily. Finally, a nice normal person for once. "Uh...y-yeah, I live here. W-would you happen to be the person who's moving here?" The girl nodded, which made Brendan's heart soar. This was a great feeling to have. Someone who was sweet and cute move into his neighborhood. It was a dream come true. Seeing her hand was still extended, he grabbed it and shook it firmly. "That's wonderful! I'm glad to hear it!" Brendan laughed with great joy and happiness in his heart. "By the way, my name is Brendan Birch. Welcome to the neighborhood!
The girl smiled with the same enthusiasm. "I'm May and I'm going to kill you in your sleep tonight." She said cheerfully.
At that moment, Brendan's mind went to a complete halt, his freshly created happy world crushed in its prime.
A chill swept through Brendan's body like a wave, shaking him to his core. On the outside he seemed mildly nervous, but he was terrified emotionally. He really, really wished he merely misheard her, but there was no denying the threat he heard. Still keeping the smile, but trembling, Brendan slowly released May's hand and laughed nervously. "Is that right? Hahahaha......WAAAAAAH!" Brendan ran from the girl as fast as possible, rushing back to his home. Fear was his primary adrenaline, breaking speed limits he did not believe was possible to break.
Once he arrived, Brendan was quick to bolt down the door with several locks, making sure May had no chance of breaking through. That was possibly the scariest moment Brendan's ever had in his life, still shaking from the shock. His breathing was heavy and eyes wide, sweat running down his face and neck. However, there was no time to waste. He had to warn his grandfather about the girl before it was too late. "Grandpa! Grandpa! There's big trouble going on!" Rushing through the lab, Brendan found the professor in the kitchen drinking tea.
Who he was drinking tea with sent a chill through his body cold enough to freeze him where he stood.
"Brendan, welcome back! I'd like to introduce our town's newest member and your roommate, May Maple! I hope you two become the best of friends!" Birch smiled grandly.
May grinned widely, which made Brendan turn blue with fright. "Yes, Brendan. Let us be very good friends!"
That moment would mark the beginning of a hell like none other for poor little Brendan.