Chapter 1: A Night Alone

Well, hello there my friends. If you are reading this, I'm going to say one thing. Fire the flames at will. I'm a new writer, and I do expect flames, especially for this lemony fic. And before I go, please note that not all chapters will contain lemons. Thank you, and please enjoy the show.


"Hey. Hey! Kid, wake up!" someone shouted in my face. I slowly opened my eyes, groaning as I did so. What I saw was not my idea of a good day.

I had woken up inside Cynthia Black's mansion.

Now, I know what you may be thinking, "How in the name of hell did you get in there?"

Long story, actually. I just had to look cool in order to get invited to the party. What I HADN'T known was that we'd be crashing Cynthia's HOUSE. And I've gotten into plenty of trouble before, but crashing a person's house? This was a completely different thing.

Anyways, back to the story. The man looking down on me was obviously a security guard. He didn't really surprise me with the fact he had some handcuffs, ready at his belt, eager to shove my hands into them. And sure, I understood I was in a lot of trouble. But my question was:

Why hasn't he arrested my ass yet?

Now, it's not that I'm complaining. Sure, I'd like to stay innocent and lovely for the rest of my life. Ya know, without a bad permanent record. Going to jail probably wouldn't make it any better. I really don't even know how I woke up here. When I looked around, I saw that the whole place was covered with candy and hamburger wrappers, coke bottles, and gooey, white liquid that looked suspiciously like cum. If this guy had any COMMON SENSE, he should have hauled me down to Officer Jenny and had me on TV: Crazy 17 Year Old Trashes Cynthia Black's house.

Anyways the security guard studied me warily, and finally asked a question I'd long since seen coming.

"Okay kid. Who are you, and why in the name of hell did you vandalize this woman's house?"

Now, I had two options:

1. I could go peacefully and tell the guy my reasons.

2. I could run and get my sorry ass arrested.

I think you can guess which one I picked.

"My name is Adrian Blackwood sir. I was invited to this party but I didn't know I'd be tearing up the champion's mansion. I'm deeply sorry, and I swear on my own grave that this'll never happen again." I said.

The guard grunted, looking down in me with disapproval.

"I'll tell ya what Adrian," he said "I'll let you go free of charge. But I you still deserve a punishment. I want all of this... vulgar liquid off these walls in 12 to 18 hours. Then you're going to call Cynthia and tell her how sorry you are. Got it?"

I nodded and took the steel wool beside him. As I was cleaning, I saw a couple of people walking down the streets. One girl in particular slipped into the woods. And it might have just been my jacked-up imagination, but even from here I could've sworn I heard the girl say one thing a normal person with Pokemon would never say even if they were mentally retarded:

"Oh god, Nidoking! Faster!"


So guys! Whaddya think! Now, like I said at the top, FLAMES AWAY! This is my first time uploading a story to my profile. So erm, make sure to review. Remember, if you don't review, the little demon will eat your cookies and you will be sad!

- Tommbylikespie signing out.