A/N: Hey readers, this is a collab fic from Shinju-chu and lovethanfight! We hope you like it!
Shinju-chu: Leaf and Dawn
lovethanfight: May and Misty
Pairings: OldRivalshipping, Constestshipping, Ikarishipping, and Pokeshipping
Disclaimer: We don't own Pokemon as much as we wish we did. All rights reserved to Satoshi Taijiri. We also don't own the, if any at all, mentioned companies.
An outline of Dreston Academy of the Arts:
The campus is about 2.5 miles wide and 2.5 miles long. It holds the school building, four courtyards-one in each cardinal direction meaning North, East, South, or West, sport areas (tennis, baseball/softball, indoor pool, track course, and a gym for etc.), and the two dormitories-one for each gender.
The school building is a mile long and half a mile wide and has 5 floors, all with carpet flooring with the exception of the cafeteria. The school office, ESL classes, and Special Ed are on the first floor.
The 2nd floor is the cafeteria, which can hold up to 500 persons at the very most and has marble flooring. If the cafeteria was full, you'd have to go eat in one of the courtyards. Each courtyard is a quarter mile long and quarter mile wide.
The third floor is the library/computer lab which holds the same amount of persons as the cafeteria.
The fourth floor holds the academic classes while the fifth holds the art classes.
The rooftop is closed to all but the staff. On each end of the floor there is a staircase leading to all the other floors.
The dormitories are the same size as the school building except that it is only half a mile long. One dormitory is for boys which is left of the school building, if you're facing the school building, and the other is for girls which is on the right.
There are about 100 dorms each floor and 2 students share a dorm. Hypothetically, the school can only hold up to 1,000 students (500 each gender. 250 each grade/125 each gender per grade. Only very talented students can get into this famous academy). Every two dorms are connected to each other via mini hallways in bedrooms.
Each dorm has three rooms: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Opening the dorm door will lead into the bedroom. The desks are closest to the entrance. Every two dorms are connected to each other via mini hallway between the desk and bed. The hallway has two doors, one on each end so they can be locked for privacy. To visualize the dorm, picture a square then divide it vertically in half. One half, whether it be right or left, will be the bedroom. Divide the other half into halves again, this time horizontally. The top quarter will be the kitchen and the bottom quarter will be horizontally divided again to form two identical bathrooms.
Each bedroom has two twin sized beds. Everything is symmetrical, so once you open the door one bed will be on the left and one on the right. Two shelves will be on the wall the bed is up against. Next to the bed is a nightstand and at the foot of the bed is a desk for the student. At the head of the bed is a window. Between the beds is a wardrobe which the roommates would have to share.
Each kitchen will have a stove/oven, a fridge, and a sink/counter with cabinets and all. There is one big window in front of the sink.
Each bathroom has the standard toilet and bathtub with shower head and curtain. There is no window, in case you were wondering. Next to the door of the dorms is a mailbox, too.
Dorm rooms are organized by the floor number and room number (ex. 2-16 (2nd Floor, 16th room)). You get, along with the locator, a map of the school and dorms each year.
The girls are all in the eleventh grade.
With that, our story begins.
Synchronization
Chapter 1
Leaf
I held back a sigh as I sat up leaning against the head of my bed. Life was just so fantastic. That was sarcasm, by the way. See, when I say fantastic, I mean not fantastic, because being forced into yet a third year of school that you didn't even want to attend in the first place is absolutely not fucking fantastic. Especially if you were dragged back to it a week early so that you could "get used to living in your new dorm." Why did the school allow coming early anyway; everyone knows all the dorms are almost identical. Oh right, I forgot about new students. It's such a pain in the ass sometimes.
I laid back down and tossed and turned on the bed, trying to get back to sleep. It was in vain. I glared at the digital alarm clock I'd bought in the summer, its time reading 11 a.m sharp. I'd have to get used to waking up at around 6 in the goddamn morning if I feel like taking 0 period like last year. Last year... Tenth grade was full of it, and now there's eleventh grade that could be even worse.
Grumbling to myself, I finally got up from the bed and dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to fix my hair. I grabbed my hat, threw it on, and drowsily waltzed into the kitchen for breakfast/brunch. Classic instant ramen is never a bad choice, no matter the ginormous amount of MSG!
Healthy, I know, but by the time I was done, it was 11:56 and I checked my mailbox and there was a notice sent for me. Supposedly, a "Misty Waterflower" was going to be my roommate. Hm, Misty Waterflower... I think I went to elementary school with that girl... Huh. Anyways, I left the 3rd floor of the dormitory and the building itself to go try and catch the 12 o'clock bus.
Having boarded said vehicle, I found myself an otherwise empty seat somewhere in the middle and waited until we stopped at my destination: the Hayden Plaza. I was in need of back-to-school clothes and school supplies, especially since there were only three days left until Thursday, when class would finally start. Mondays are actually the best time to go shopping because everybody, and I mean everybody, hates Mondays and are staying in or working since it is of course a weekday. Less clothes competition for me!
Hitting not even half the stores, I ended up with a billion bags. By billion, I mean twenty-two, but hey, close enough. My bags were filled to the top with fresh tops, crop tops, tank tops, a few blouses and graphic tee's-basically I got lots of uber cute tops. Same goes for the new jeans, shorts, and leggings. Oh, and don't forget the four pairs of shoes I picked up! I also found this cute beige messenger bag which I just had to have and immediately bought it.
Satisfied, I headed back to the dorm and shoved all my latest buys under the bed. Only to realize that buying actual school supplies had totally slipped my mind. Shit. I rushed back to the plaza as fast as I could to get some mechanical pencils, a binder, notebooks, and etc. These, I placed on top of my desk. I glanced at my clock and it had only been a few hours since I checked last, so I pretty much had the rest of the afternoon-soon-turning-into-evening to waste.
Hm... I have been getting rusty on my performances... I decided to go to the music room, and believe me, I was exhausted when I arrived because of those thousands of steps I had to climb. Talk about a workout! But that's besides the point. I grabbed an acoustic guitar off of its stand, along with a pick, and practiced what I remembered of some notes. Sadly, I couldn't remember anything but the strings themselves... Well that's okay, I've got another three days to get back in gear! However there was one song I knew at heart, and I began to strum the beginning before I let my fingers do the rest.
Playing guitar was hard work, especially if you've only had about a year and a half to learn how to play the instrument. I thought it'd be fun, so I had switched from piano to guitar which turned out to be a challenge. But I never turn down a challenge. Even if I didn't finish learning to play the piano, I had the fundamentals down which I guess you can say helped me self teach the guitar. It's still hard for me though, so I'll have to keep trying.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I found myself just toying with the guitar strings. I sighed. I came here to practice, not to fool around... That being said, I placed the guitar back on its stand and walked down the long staircase all the way back down and was about to leave the building when I bumped into someone.
"Sorr—Oh it's just you. In that case, watch it," sneered the girl. Great, just great. Tiana. By the way, if you couldn't tell that was sarcasm just now, you're pretty dense.
I glared and stepped around her as to not give her the satisfaction of knowing she pissed me off. Tiana is my cousin; she has pretty decent looks and a seemingly "good girl" attitude about her. You could say we don't get along. She might look nice—Hell, she might even sound nice, but believe me she's an evil brat who uses anyone and everyone to get what she wants. And she likes to use me a lot.
Why put up with it, you might ask. Why let her use you like a fucking tool? Why not just leave? I've tried, but when you've got legal documents saying you're under the guardianship of your aunt and uncle, you're forced to stay with them until adulthood. And if not worse, Tiana's parents are just like her.
Aunt Jesse and Uncle James are extremely nefarious people who only care for themselves, their daughter, and strangely their little cat. No matter what Tiana wants, does, and gets, her parents are 200% behind her. Which leads to why I got dragged into this dumb school anyway.
Tiana always had this sick little fantasy in her head that she'd turn out to be a pop star or something. Seeing as many successful musical prodigies come from the famous Dreston Academy of the Arts, Tiana demanded she attend. However, there was a minor, or dare I say major, setback: the poor girl has no talent in the music industry. However, due to her charming the staff, she was given a second chance and that's where I come in. I provide the music for Tiana and she got into the academy by using my work. At the time, I thought, 'At least Tiana won't be home to order me around,' but the girl was smarter than she let on. She needed my music to stay in the academy, thus making me audition to get in with her. Joy.
And that's basically the story of how I spent my first two—and now three—years of high school in Dreston when I could have been in an actual school being educated on something that would actually be useful and contribute to society instead of practicing and failing at playing a guitar. Although, I have to admit that music is a pretty fun subject... Well, now I'm contradicting myself and it's completely subjective whether guitar is positive or not so you can't really blame me for being confusing.
I had reached the dormitory and was making my way up the stairs when I saw a fellow brunette making her way up, too. She had some side bangs and the rest of her hair was tucked into a red bandanna except for some locks on both sides of her head. Nice hair, at least better than my own messy style. Personally though, my motto is, "Bad hair, don't care."
Besides that, I saw that she was trying to drag four suitcases up the stairs by herself. Wow, I only brought two when I came, but four? That must be heavy. I purposely dragged behind as to not offend her by walking ahead. In fact, after watching the girl struggle with her luggage for a while, I decided to give her a hand.
"Want some help with that?" I offered. She looked up and finally taking in the question, she nodded, flustered. I took two of the suitcases and heaved them up until we reached the 3rd floor.
"Um, I think this is my floor..." the bandanna-clad girl said, stopping to take out her locator and map.
"Oh cool, it's mine, too," I added, waiting for her to find her dorm. It was taking a while so I started glance at my surroundings with nothing better to do. Finally, we found her room.
"Oh! Here; room 3-28!"
"No way! I'm living in room 3-27, which makes us dorm neighbors!" I gasped. We looked at each other and giggled. She stuck out her hand for me to shake which I did.
"I'm May Maple, and thanks for helping me move all my stuff up here," she introduced herself.
"The name's Leaf. Leaf Green," I smiled, and we finally reached her dorm.
We both went into our own dorms but she shortly afterwards went through the hall connecting my bedroom to hers and made herself at home on my absent roommate's bed. I found out she just transferred to the Kanto region school from Hoenn, and after having a long girl talk we became friends instantly. We chatted about everything, from old schools, friends, and crushes to food, fashion, books, movies, and dreams—we talked about almost everything there was to talk about. Eventually, she had to leave, but that's okay because I needed to shower anyway.
After a couple of hours of washing myself, I changed into the outfit I'd wear tomorrow-who cares if I don't like to change in the morning-and fell asleep under the blanket on my bed.
Hm, maybe Dreston might not be that much of a hellhole this year after all.