A/N I know...ANOTHER story?

Well...I found out that I liked making up little OCs, so I've decided to write an OC story in one of my favorite fandoms, Pokemon!

This first chapter is only a "pilot" or a "test chapter." I originally wanted to illustrate this OC of mine first, then write a story of said OC, but I feel too lazy to draw as of this moment. (More in the writing mood) So! If I even get ONE review from this pilot chapter, I'll keep updating this thing. (More are welcome, of course. I love reading reviews)

Hope you guys enjoy!

Omelet Rice (Pilot)

Chapter 1: Don't Ever Go Into Boutiques Alone

Another sigh left my lips. It wasn't a tired or an exasperated sigh however. I guess you could say that it was a sigh of triumph? Of relief? Well...whatever you want to call it, that's fine by me.

Taking off my welder's helmet, I wiped my the sweat off my brow with the back of my gloved hand. I felt a grin tugging away at the corners of my mouth as I let out a proud laugh. It was (in my opinion) a work of beauty, a goddess standing before me. The gleaming metal nearly brought me to tears as I tightly gripped the welder in my right hand. Laughing again, I set the welder down beside my feet and stood back to further admire my piece of artwork.

"Aeron!" a sweet, feminine voice called out to me.

Even without turning around, I already knew that it was my best friend, Lynn.

"Ae...ron!" she exclaimed just as she proceeded to tackle hug me from behind.

"A-Ah...Lynn. Don't do that, it knocks the wind out of me," I said with a slight laugh, placing my hands over her thin arms that were wrapped around my abdomen.

"Why not?" she pouted. I could just imagine her looking up at me through her long eyelashes. "And you sound old when you say stuff like 'it knocks the wind out of me'!"

"I'm only 18, Lynn," I gently reminded her. When I finally managed to pull her off of me, I turned around to face her. "Are you going out somewhere?" I asked her curiously, seeing as how she was more dressy than usual.

Lynn giggled cutely and did a slight twirl. Her light pink dress billowed out as she did so, letting the soft lacy ends float around before they came back down to her knees at a rest. "Do you think I look cute, Aeron? It looks nice, doesn't it?"

I took off the welding mask that was still on my head and shook my head slightly, allowing my silvery bangs to fall back down into place. "I think anything you wear looks nice," I commented with a grin.

"You're good with your flattery, Aeron," Lynn grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's true!" I insisted with a laugh.

My beautiful, brunette friend slowly smiled when she heard my laugh. "Idiot Aeron..." She took a peek behind me and almost immediately her eyes lit up. "Were you working on your bike?"

"Huh? O-Oh, yeah! I was!" I exclaimed, turning back around to my majestic work of beauty. A swell of pride and a rush of anxiety filled my body to the brim. I really couldn't wait until nightfall to take it out for a ride. Although, I think I'll have to be quick about it as I've already received dozens of disturbance complaints because of the noise my motorcycle creates.

"Can you take me for a ride?" Lynn began to ask me excitedly, her hazel colored eyes widening with anticipation and excitement.

"Right now?" I asked.

"You can right? Don't tell me the police restricted you from driving in broad daylight too!"

I shook my head and laughed softly. "No, no. They didn't."

"Good! They better not have or else I would have probably filed a complaint to Officer Jenny about it!" Lynn huffed, looking as though she was very riled up about the whole situation. "Just because Rustboro is a quiet city, it doesn't mean that they should ban all things that are noisy!"

I chuckled at her childish rant and replied, "I guess so." Slowly, I started to walk over to my work table and I set down my welding mask and I took off the bulky gloves that were still over my hands. "Weren't you going to go somewhere, though Lynn?"

"Hm? Oh yeah! I'm going out on a date today!"

"That's great," I told her as I straightened out my black and white layered tank top. "He's not a creep, right?"

"Of course not! I checked this time!" she told me with full confidence.

"Good, then that means I won't have to go beat someone up like the last two times," I said jokingly, turning around to face her.

Lynn giggled and shook her head. "I'm afraid you won't have that opportunity this time, Aeron." Her white heels made soft clacking sounds on the concrete floor of the small garage as she walked. "Did Mr. Stone contact you about the Verdanturf Tunnel project?"

"Yeah...he said the project had to be canceled because the machines I built were causing a disturbance to the wild pokemon inside the tunnel."

"You're just causing disturbances everywhere, Aeron." Lynn laughed as she continued to look up at my wall of various power tools.

"Ah...I guess you're right."I laughed along with her. "Oh well, I'm pretty sure that mechanics are scorned everywhere for being too loud."

"Mm, but wouldn't have it been nice to have gotten that job? I'm sure Mr. Stone would have paid you nicely for your services."

I kicked the ground slightly with my black leather boots. "Yeah," I muttered, "but he paid me for building the machines. He said the company will try to utilize them for other purposes."

"How much more money do you need?" Lynn asked, walking up to my bike.

In defeat, I shook my head and closed my deep blue eyes. "A lot, lot more. I think it'll take me forever to get the money I need to move to Sunyshore and attend the institution there."

"Jeez, they won't give you a scholarship or anything? You're already pretty good as a mechanic! I'm sure that you'll do great as an engineer as well!"

Sheepishly rubbing my upper arm, I asked, "you really think so?"

"I know so!" Lynn confidently stated. She suddenly placed her hands on her hips and smiled broadly. "Once you become an engineer, I'll become a master coordinator with my darling Buneary!" Just as she said that, her Buneary popped out of its pokeball that was on her waist and stood on the ground just beside her. It clapped its paws together happily and cheered out loud, sharing my friend's enthusiasm. I looked at Lynn as she giggled and let Buneary place its paws on her hands. "We'll win all of the contests and soar through the ranks!"

I held my hand over the black tribal tattoo on my arm as I watched the two happily bounce around. In the end, I found it impossible to be looking at them without cracking a smile. "I'm sure you'll do great at the contests, Lynn."

"I know I will!" she exclaimed, grinning.

"When are you planning to leave for your contests?"

"Probably in a month or so," she contemplated. "I want to be sure that I can win at my first contest, regardless of the competition that shows up!" Lynn suddenly widened her eyes and looked over at me. "Aeron! You need to come along with me! What if creepy guys try to hit on me again?"

"You need to learn how to defend yourself, Lynn," I said with a sigh. Despite that however, I smiled at her.

"I know, I know! But, still! You're so tall that they just run away from you even when you don't talk to them! Plus, they think that you're my cool, handsome boyfriend when they see me with you!"

A dry laugh managed to escape my mouth. "I don't know if that was supposed to be flattering or...something else," I muttered.

"Flattery on my part, Aeron!" Lynn protested adamantly. She seemed rather aggressive as she told me on how she envied how tall I was. "But...I don't know if the second part is considered a compliment," she shyly mumbled.

I shook my head and laughed, playing with a loose piece of string from my baggy black cargo pants. "It's fine. I don't mind it when you say that."

"It's not fine though!"

"I-It's not?" I asked her nervously. Truly, I felt as if my life was being threatened as I saw Lynn glaring at my with her piercing gaze.

"It's not! I think you should just show everyone who you really are!" Lynn strode up to me, much to my surprise, and took hold of the red string that held my small ponytail together. She aired out my neck length hair so that it spread evenly. I then promptly felt her drag me over to the small wall mirror I have hanging in my garage (for no apparent reason, although the female customers like to stare at themselves in the mirror as I finish up their repairs).

Once I saw my reflection, Lynn strongly stated, "you're a girl! Female! That's who you really are! You should show this side of you to everyone! Do you know how many boyfriends you'd be getting?"

Blinking, I did stare at myself in the mirror for quite a long time. After a few minutes had gone by, I exhaled sharply, prompting to Lynn that I was about to speak. She seemed rather anxious as to what I was about to say, however her facial expression changed very quickly after I finished my blunt statement to her.

"Lynn...your whole speech was great and everything...really it was. But no matter how you look at it, I still look like a dude."

"First thing's first! We need to change your attire!"

"My...attire?"

I watched as Lynn triumphantly nodded and pointed right at me. "You can't wear that sweat-ridden tank top everywhere you go! It's just not sanitary and it's just not lady-like!"

"It's not...that swea-"

"Second! You need to show off your legs more! Do you realize how much potential you're losing when you wear those baggy pants all the time?"

"What poten-?"

"Third! We need to get you out of those combat boots! Maybe some high heels! Or...wait! Stilettos! Red stilettos!"

"Lynn...can I at least finish my senten-?"

"Come on, let's go!"

Much to my great dismay, Lynn took hold of my wrist and dragged me into the nearest boutique. I wasn't even aware before then that Rustboro even had boutiques. Regardless, I found it to be bearable once I set foot inside of them. Granted, I stood out like a sore thumb in the whole "pink-ness" of the store, but I found myself gradually growing accustomed to the sweet floral scents that all the clothes seemed to have.

"Go try them on!" Lynn urged me, as she shoved me over to the array of curtains, which I assumed were the fitting rooms.

I looked down at my arms and saw that there were already many lacy tops, mini skirts, and shoes piled on top of each other. Frankly, I didn't know how my friend managed to throw all those items at me in such a short amount of time. Or perhaps I simply lost track of time. The floral scents were probably bewitching me after all.

"Oh come on, Aeron! It's not that bad!"

"I refuse! I...I look so ridiculous! Besides, what if someone comes by to the garage to pick up their order today?"

I stood behind the thin door that blocked off the main garage to the rest of my small abode. From the other side, I could hear Lynn's voice. "You looked fine back at the boutique! I'm sure you look fine right now too! Do I really have to force this door open?"

"Alright! Fine! Just quit nagging me!" I figured I might as well get this over with. For some reason, Lynn was so adamant upon seeing me in this overly feminine outfit outside of the boutique. Letting out a tired sigh, I opened up the door and stepped into the garage. "Is that better?" I grumbled.

"Wow! You're so amazing, Aeron! You look like a supermodel!" Lynn squealed, hopping up and down in delight. "I knew that you would look good in skirts!"

I looked down at myself and grimaced when I saw the fluffy white skirt with a lace bow around the belt line and when I saw the loose, floral top upon my chest, making it seem as though I actually had something underneath it. "Can I go change now?" I asked, grumbling in a grudging manner.

"No way! Not yet! You need to get your money's worth! You'll probably never wear those clothes again! I just know it!"

"My...money's worth...?" I asked hesitantly. "You're not going to take pictures are you?"

"No, no of course not! I'm just saying that we should go out and walk around town for a bit!"

"Walk around town? Didn't you say that you had a date today?" I asked her in an incredulous manner. I wanted nothing more than to return to my comfortable cargo pants and boots than to be in this skirt and high heels.

"Oh, it's fine," Lynn replied, carelessly waving her well manicured hand. "It's good of me to play 'hard to get' for a while."

I shook my head at what she just said, finding it cruel and rather nonsensical. "Ah...whatever. I'm going back to ch-"

"Aeron...? Is that you?"

I think my feet did freeze. In fact, I think my whole body froze to that exact spot where I was standing when I heard that all too familiar voice. Of course being in Rustboro and being in a close relationship with the president of Devon Co. because of the Verdanturf Tunnel project, I obviously had to have known that eventually I would run into the famed son of the president, Steven Stone. Don't get me wrong, he's not a bad person. Not at all. Yeah, he can be annoying some times and perhaps a bit irritating because he can't seem to stop breaking his PokeNav every damned week, but he is still what you would call "a close acquaintance" of mine. In fact, I kindly call him by a personal nickname I had come up with, PokeNav abuser. Plus, I really shouldn't be complaining when he's the one always coming in for repairs on his PokeNav (and he pays me).

"Aeron?" I heard Lynn ask me, a bit confused as to why I had suddenly gone cold.

Snapping back to reality, I tried to regain my composure. However, I lost it all in the next second as I loudly stuttered out, "wh-what do you-you w-w-want?"

Steven seemed to be in quite the same level of shock as I was because he said nothing except make a slight hand gesture you would make if you wanted to switch on your PokeNav.

Willing my feet to move, I managed to quickly stride over to his repaired PokeNav that was sitting on my work bench. I really tried to avoid eye contact with him, but I frankly didn't know where else to look. "Here you go!" I said, practically yelling it at him.

"R-Right...thanks," he said to me. He stood there for a while, staring at me. Mind you, it did make me very uncomfortable. "Aeron...?" he finally asked.

"Ye-Yeah?"

Steven cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head. He looked away, his dark yellow eyes covered by his silver colored bangs for a while. "I don't know how to say this..."

From behind me, I heard Lynn let out a slight squeal. I think she was more excited of this situation more than anyone else could have been.

The PokeNav abuser finally spoke up. However, when he lifted his head, I was more than irritated when I saw that he was snickering. "Aeron, you really shouldn't crossdress anymore. People might get the wrong idea." Steven let out a stifled laugh (a rather loud one) and he seemed to be unaware that I was shooting him a deathly glare. "Anyways, thanks for the repair. I'll try not to break it this time."

I stood there for a while, watching him leave. I guess I really don't know how my next course of action had paved out to this, but the next thing I knew, I had a wrench in my hand and I threw it.

"Go die, PokeNav abuser!"

After wards, I could have sworn that Steven was walking funny for at least a full week.

A/N Before anyone asks, yes, Aeron is really a girl. She's just a very convincing boy, plus, she dresses like a dood so everyone thinks that she's a guy. Lul. Even if she tells them she's a girl, they just think she's joking. The only person that knows that she's a girl is her friend Lynn. And yes, Aeron is a unisex name.

Well...Aeron's the main character of this "series." I know there wasn't that much mention about any pokemon in this "pilot" chapter. Don't worry, there will be if people want me to write more chapters.

Aeron doesn't have any pokemon btw. -gasp- WHAT? Yeah, my main character doesn't have a pokemon of her own, yet.

Anyways, if anyone wants to read more, please leave a review!