Written on March 3, 2011.
I guess this is my first story/short on ff. Written about two OCs, a Plusle and Minun, told from the Minun's POV.
Disclamer: I don't own Pokemon, although that's obvious. Ehehe.
Overcast.
Mark claimed he "disliked" the weather overcast. To him, he told his friends, the reason was because it was cloudy, gray, boring, chilly, tiresome, depressing. But the main reason he disliked overcast weather was because of her. She's the one who really doesn't like the gloomy clouds covering the blue sky. She's the one who dislikes the cold gusts of air. She's the one he wants to cheer up, the one he would give his thick sweater to.
If only he would admit to all of that. The boy was in denial, though, and would never figure out that he disliked overcast weather for this reason. "Love," or so his best friends would say…no, taunt.
Mark sighed as he stood up. How could he like his sisterly-figure? They weren't blood related, but her being a Plusle and himself a Minun made them close.
Small droplets touched his skin gently, gradually pounding down rougher and heavier. Dang, can't get sick today… He rummaged through his bag for a jacket or umbrella of some sort, realizing that he actually gave his jacket to her today, and that he never brought an umbrella with him. It's okay, it's letting up now…wait what? He jerked his head upward; blue-gray eyes meeting a vibrant red plastic above him. "Thanks," a blush spread across his face as he murmured to the figure that snuggled in next to him, "…Paige…"
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