DING! DONG!
The doorbell to the Berlitz' mansion in Jubilife City rang on a Sunday morning, 9:00 am.
"Daddy, daddy! Someone's at the door! Daddy, quick!" 5-year-old Dawn Berlitz, who had dark-blue hair, silver eyes, and a pink-and-yellow dress, ran from her bedroom, downstairs, and in front of the door before anyone else could, and reached for the handle, opening the door.
"Hmm… well hello there, Dawn. Where's your father? I must speak with him. Can you call for him?" a tall guy with violet hair, a well-buttoned white shirt, and black pants stood in front of Dawn, and he had a whole envelope full of papers. Behind him was a small boy, and like his father, he had violet hair, a violet-striped shirt, and ivory shorts, and he peeped at the side of his father's pants, and looked at Dawn, too.
"DAAAAAADDY!" Dawn's scream echoed through the whole mansion.
"Coming, my little sweetie!" Dawn's father, Mr. Berlitz, ran down the white stairs and at the back of Dawn.
"Well, well… if it isn't my old friend Mr. Johansen. How are you? And what are you doing here? Come, come inside. We should go to our library room if we want to talk about those papers you're holding. Oh, and Dawn, why don't you lead Paul to your room? You can play there." Dawn's father instructed.
"Come on! Don't be shy. I can lead you to my room." Dawn held Paul's hand and pulled him up the stairs and into her room, while the two adults headed off to the library room.
"Hmm… this looks girly…" Paul looked around her pink room, examining how pink it looked.
"So? I'm a girl. Do you wanna watch tv?" Dawn asked Paul. He smiled sheepishly, for he was always shy. Dawn liked his attitude, and wondered if he'll change in the future.
The tv channel that showed when she turned on the tv was all about different kinds of pokemon and their attitude. They were showing a Piplup diving into a lake.
"Oooh! I want one of those! It's so cute and brave!" Dawn pointed to the Piplup, which now pecked the hand of one of the researchers because he was trying to feed the penguin with berries.
"Well…I want… that one!" Paul pointed to a Sneasel cutting grass in Snowpoint City. It looked aggressive.
"So… what do you want to be when you grow up?" Dawn swung her legs as she sat down on her bed, wanting to know more about Paul's life.
"When I grow up… well, I wanna travel the whole Pokeworld in search of strong pokemon! I'll defeat all the Gym Leaders and all the Elite Fours. I'll be known around the world!" Paul stretched his arms at his sides widely.
Dawn giggled at his big dream. "Well, for me… I wanna be the top one coordinator and a pokemon stylist! Then I'll be known around the world, too!" Dawn stood up and danced around the room, singing.
Then, something grumbled.
"I'm hungry… I had such a light breakfast…" Dawn stopped and held her tummy. "Do you want to get food downstairs? We have chocolate ice cream and blueberry pie!" she looked at Paul with hungry eyes and smirked. "Oh no…" Paul stared back at her, knowing what would happen.
"Noooo!" Dawn suddenly attacked him, grabbed his hand, left her room, and dragged him again down the stairs and into the dining room. "Come on! I'm just gonna get food!" Dawn said, pulling Paul's hand while he was being dragged on the floor. "Well why are you bringing me?" Paul demanded, wanting to stop being pulled. "Would you want to stay in my pink room and just play Pokedolls with me?" Dawn giggled as they entered the kitchen. "Never mind what I said… Owie, my head…" Paul dusted his shirt and rubbed his back head.
"Urf… can you help me get the ice cream in the freezer? My maid has gone off on a vacation this Sunday and Mommy went to go to work at the PokeCenter. Can you lift me on your shoulder?" Dawn pleaded, her silver eyes once more beaming at Paul's. Paul couldn't resist her puppy eyes; she was the cutest girl he's ever seen. "Fine… but after this one, I'm not helping you again." He rolled his eyes, blushed, and tried to carry Dawn on his shoulders.
"Move a bit to the left!" Dawn ordered to Paul as she stood on his shoulders.
He moved left.
"To the right! I can't reach the door to the freezer!" she tiptoed as he tried to hold her feet.
He moved right.
"Wait! Almost there… just… a bit more…!"
THUD.
The two fell down.
"Pauuuuul! What did you do? Why did we fall?" Dawn sat upright and crossed her arms, pouting.
"Weeellll, don't blame me! You tiptoed on my shoulders and you were heavier than me! Owie…" Paul rubbed the top of his head.
Then, there were sound of footsteps.
"Wh-what happened here?" Mr. Berlitz ran to the kitchen door, looking at the two children. "Sorry daddy… we just wanted ice cream…" Dawn looked up at his father, even Paul. He wanted to object that it was Dawn who wanted ice cream, not him. But it'll be best to just shut up for now.
"If you wanted ice cream, you should've told me. But not now, okay? I'm busy with Mr. Johansen." Mr. Berlitz smiled, and walked away to the library room again.
"I'm getting juice instead." Dawn opened the refrigerator and grabbed a grape juice. 'You should've thought of that earlier dummy.' Paul thought.
"Um… Paul? Can we… eavesdrop near the library to… hear what Daddy and your dad are saying? I'm just curious…" Dawn looked to the ground, not wanting to let herself be repeated. "E-Eavesdrop? Is that an attitude of a lady? Although, I am curious myself so… okay then. But just this once, okay?" Paul softly said.
But Dawn didn't hear what he said. After she heard the word 'okay', she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the nearby library door. "Are you sure they won't hear us? Or know that we're here?" Paul whispered. "Nonsense. I'm positive that they won't know that we are here. It's just for a while, by the way." Dawn said bravely just before they caught up with their conversation.
"…Finally we're done with all those papers, Mr. Berlitz."
"Yes, indeed, Mr. Johansen."
"So, may I ask but a simple question?"
"Be my guest."
"Who is your little lady marrying when she grows up? Surely she should marry someone who acts like a prince." Mr. Johansen asked calmly. Dawn was shocked at the query.
"I haven't thought of that yet… but I have a plan to let her marry a rich and productive man, you know, the one who has a good job."
"…have I ever told you that Paul once told me one night that he liked Dawn?" Mr. Johansen giggled at the thought of this. Paul blushed. He didn't look at Dawn now.
"No, and actually Dawn has told me the same thing, that she had feelings for your boy, Mr. Johansen." Mr. Berlitz, too, giggled at the thought of this. Now Dawn was blushing, but she looked at Paul. Paul looked back at her.
"You never told me you liked me…" Dawn pulled Paul a little bit away from the door for them to talk privately.
"B-but why should I tell…? It's my secret only, but since you know…" Paul looked down to the floor.
"Well, I like you too, so…" Dawn suddenly hugged Paul, tears rolling down her silver eyes.
Paul didn't like to see the little girl cry, so he hugged back.
"I don't want to leave you… never ever…" Dawn started crying, seeing she's found love.
"Dawn…" Paul hugged her even harder.
"I want to be with you forever, Paul… I want you to be my prince when I grow up…"
They liked each other, and they've only know that now.
As they parted, they each looked into the other's eyes.
And Dawn wondered if Paul would change his attitude in the future.
Author's Notes:
Yahoo! My second story! I'm only telling that the other character is Dawn. I won't tell who the other character is, because it will spoil my chapter 3. What I mean is that I'm not telling who Dawn will marry in chapter 3. I'm not telling if Dawn will marry Paul in the future.
Anywayz, review! Please tell me if there's anything that's bothering you with this story! If confused, please tell me!