A/N: I actually HAVE seen one episode with Casey in it, but it was so long ago, I hardly remember her, other than she's super-headstrong and loud. Either way, I doubt I'll get their personalities right enough, but bear with me here.
Prompt: Baseball
Pairing: Nameshipping (Tracey/Casey)
It was loud. Very loud.
Tracey wondered why he had listened to Todd in the first place. Baseball games were NOT an artistic experience. Maybe Todd liked them because he was a photographer, and he liked people. People were good subjects for photography. Sketching, on the other hand, required still subjects, and the people at the baseball games were NOT still.
Tracey was getting bumped and rustled no matter what he did. So he sat and watched, his sketchbook on his lap, while the crazy fans around him jostled him right and left, forward and backward, while the Electabuzz team played the Magmars. The game had only just begun, so the seats were still filling up. Not that Tracey cared. He was about to go give his seat to one of the people up n the bad seats way up top.
"Hiya, you an Electabuzz fan too?" A girl plopped down next to him, wearing a yellow and black striped shirt over a light blue one, the striped shirt unbuttoned and much too big for her, it seemed. Her pants were a pair of white and black-striped shorts that looked like they would be very cold in the early spring like it was.
"Er, not exactly." Tracey answered. The girl narrowed her eyes at him and got her face extremely close to him, looking him up and down. Tracey backed up a little ways in his seat, turning his head away. This girl was making him very uncomfortable...
"Are you a Magmar fan, then?" she asked quietly. Tracey shook his head. She was leaned forward on the armrests, her arms supporting her up as she leaned into Tracey. When she continued to look at him suspiciously, he shook his head again, harder this time.
"No, I'm just here because I was told it would be an artistic experience." he said with a smaller voice than he usually used. "Now, would you please, um, let me sit in my chair for the rest of the game properly?"
"Sure!" The girl brightened up instantly and sat back in her chair, her face aglow with happiness (not the fluorescent stadium lights.) "If by artistic experience you mean totally awesome experience, then yes, it WILL be very artistic!" She pounded her fists in anticipation on the armrests. "I can't wait!"
"I... take it you're a hardcore fan then?" he asked, judging by her attire and attitude about Tracey supporting the other team. She was wearing their colors, a hat bearing the little lightning bolt symbol of the team, and what looked like one of their actual uniforms. The only things that were out of place were her bright purple pigtails, which stuck out of her head at an odd angle behind her.
"Oh yeah! I love the Electabuzz team!" she said. "Ever since I was a little girl! They're the greatest team ever!" And then she broke into the Electabuzz theme song, belting it out loudly for everyone around her to hear. Which resulted in some annoyed fans throwing popcorn at her. Tracey shook his head and laughed. She sounded as into the team as he was with his sketching. She was pretty individual, he'd give her that. He took out his sketchbook and pulled his pencil out of the binding.
"Whatcha got there?" Casey asked, leaning over on the armrest again. Tracey, who hadn't even put one line on the paper yet, tilted the pad towards her to see.
"A sketch pad. I love drawing." he said. "Like you, I've been drawing since I was little." He was involuntarily smiling now. "It's why I was here, but everybody moves too much to be drawn."
"Are you any good?" Casey asked, looking from the paper to him under the brim of her baseball cap. Tracey shrugged.
"I'm not the best, but I'd like to think I'm fairly good." he said. Casey took a moment to soak that in, then snatched the book from him and flipped it open to the front page, where his Marill was sketched, splashing in a puddle of water. Her eyes widened a little bit, and she flipped to the next page. She kept flipping the pages, each picture better than the next.
"Fairly good?" she said, flipping the pages faster. "You're fantastic! Everything looks so life-like!" She stopped on a picture of an Elekid, his fists sparking with electricity. Tracey nodded.
"I thought you would like that one when you came to it." he said. "You seem like that type."
"Oh ho ho!" Casey said suddenly, turning to the page to a different picture. "Who's the nurse?" Tracey grinned sheepishly at the picture; it was the one he had drawn of the Nurse Joy they met on the islands that saved the Magikarp that turned into a Gyarados. "Someone you liiiiiike?"
"No, just a pretty girl I wanted to add. Pretty subjects make sketchbooks that much more exciting." he tried to explain. But Casey just smiled and elbowed him gently in a provocative way.
"Sure, sure. You totally had the hots for her." she winked. Tracey rolled his eyes.
"Even if I had, she lives somewhere in the Orange Islands and is always on call. We're nowhere near there, and I'm usually not around there anyway. "I'd look for a girlfriend around here, or one that will travel with me if I was going after anybody."
"That makes sense." Casey answered. "I'd have to find someone that likes travel too. I move wherever the Electabuzz are playing, and I'm a trainer too, so I'm always on the go." She flipped another page. You know, when she wasn't yelling at the game or getting in his face about whether he was rooting for the other team or not, she was pretty alright...
Before Tracey knew it, there were a couple of people who asked him to scoot in so they could get past. And then, there came some more. Tracey looked up, and then elbowed Casey, who was still engrossed in his sketchbook.
"Casey, what's the seventh inning stretch?" he asked. Casey looked sharply up and groaned.
"Oh no! I've spent the whole game looking at your pictures! I missed all of it!" Her eyes glanced over at the scoreboard, and her demeanor relaxed. "Oh, I guess it's okay, they're winning." She turned back to Tracey. "We've got, like, half an hour before the next part of the game starts, so can I ask a question?"
Tracey looked up at her, and she was holding out the sketch pad and pencil to him, her face set firmly with determination.
"Draw me. You're good, I want to see if you can draw me."
"That sounds more like a command than a question." he laughed, but took both the objects from her. "But sure, I can try." And Tracey sat back, sideways in his chair, and began sketching her. The light curve of her cheek, the sharp contrast of purple hair, shaded dark grey with the pencil. The gentle transition from stadium-lit skin to the hat-brim shadow cast on her face, and shining, bright eyes. Tracey slowly captured it all in his sketch, drawing each line with careful precision.
"Are you done yet?" Casey asked. Tracey, who's tongue was sticking out in concentration, nodded.
"Yep. Just a little more..."
"Oooooh!" said the guy behind him. "Hey, look at the screen, guy!" Tracey looked up at him, miffed that his concentration was broken.
"Huh?"
"Go on, do it!" said a guy, three rows down, who was turned around in interest at Tracey, it appeared. He was completely confused, but Casey seemed to know what was going on, and she was a bright red color.
"Um, what are they talking about..?"
"Tracey..." Casey was hardly able to speak through her embarrassment. So instead, she just pointed at the giant screen that funny little animations played on occasionally, which was now showcasing... a picture of the pair of them?
Up the side of the screen, a large pink bar was placed, with various little pink ribbons adorning the words 'KISSING CAM.'
Tracey felt a blush blossom up on his cheeks as well. He and Casey were on the Kissing Cam? But he'd only just met her! And he was in the middle of his drawing, besides! He turned away and tried to go back to his drawing, but the entire stadium went up in a roar of boos and hisses. Casey just turned another shade of red.
"Come on, everyone else does it!" said the man behind him. Tracey tried to ignore it. He really did. But the boos grew louder, and the pushed from the people seated around him grew louder until he couldn't focus if he tried. He threw down his pencil and book and glared angrily at the spot where he was placed on the giant screen, not completely knowing where the camera was that was looking at him. He opened his mouth and threw his arms out.
"What do you want me to do, huh? What do you–" But Tracey was cut off. He was cut off by a girl with purple hair in a Team Electabuzz uniform throwing herself at his face, their lips connecting smoothly. The crowd erupted in cheers all around, and some even laughed at Tracey, who was at a loss for words. Well, he would be if he could speak, anyway. But before he knew what was happening to him, he had closed his own eyes like Casey and hugged her closer, deciding that maybe it wasn't half bad. The crowd gave a little "Ooooh!" at his actions, but he didn't care. For that matter, neither did Casey.
They finally pulled away, and the camera noticed and moved on to some other couple. Casey just looked at him, the brim of her baseball cap pressed against his forehead. Tracey looked at her curiously.
"Well, that was unexpected. Why the red face?"
"Why do you think?" she asked, suddenly realizing their position and moving back to her seat. "I was just on the Kissing Cam with someone I've only known for maybe an hour." Tracey just smiled and picked up his pencil and sketchbook again, noticing the light blush that was still on her cheeks. He showed them to her.
"Get back in position, I still have to finish your sketch, you know." he said. She looked up at him, wondering how calm and normal he could be after that! When he looked up quickly from his sketch and met her eyes, he smiled gently once more. "I already told you, pretty subjects make sketchbooks that much more exciting."
So maybe baseball games weren't that bad after all...
A/N: It was too good to pass up, I had to do the prompt for these two. There was no avoiding it.
This... is a lot of fun! Something different every chapter, I love it!
